Chapter 28
He just wanted to check on her, to make sure she was all right. It was taking her a while to come to and that was worrisome. She should have regained consciousness before now but the effects of the gas were lasting longer than he'd anticipated. Too long; and he needed to protect his latest acquisition. She was more than a pawn in this game of chess. She was his queen. He needed her alive for his ultimate game of revenge. She was no good to him dead. At least that's what he told himself. He almost believed it. But the fact of the matter was he wanted Jean Grey. And he would have her. All in good time.
The scar on his cheek twitched at the thought and his eyes narrowed as he made his way down the twisted narrow staircase. The lighting was poor and the steps uneven but Sabretooth made his way with surety, seeing in the darkness with ease, sensing the obstacles easily as he maneuvered his great bulk through the small passage. He didn't need to see where he was going, he could rely on instinct alone – he only had to catch a whiff of her scent in the air and it would lead him right to her. He ducked under the low beam as he approached the threshold of the dungeon. It was dank and musky, the corners and passages filled with heavy cobwebs from lack of use. He brushed his way past the first few cells, ignoring the chains and manacles hanging listlessly against the walls and stopped in front of the one that held the still sleeping Jean. He'd like to chain her up. He watched her with more than a modicum of interest. He pictured her shackled to the walls begging him for more. He'd show her who was king. His hard gaze raked over her body. The steady rise and fall of her chest were the only signs to indicate she was still alive. She hadn't moved a muscle since the last time he'd checked on her.
He frowned. How much longer would she sleep? He was growing impatient. He wanted her awake. He wanted to taunt her; to tease her as a cat would tease a mouse. He wanted to play with her…toy with her. He wanted to touch her, and he wanted her awake so she would know it was him. Logan was going to be livid. He smiled. It gave him great pleasure to know that he had Jean right where he wanted her and Logan was helpless to stop him. The valiant knight would be too late to save his queen. This, he thought as he leered at Jean, was going to be so sweet. He'd have his revenge on Logan and his desires quenched in one fell swoop. It would drive Logan nuts, his scent on Jean – and he would definitely leave his mark on her. He had no intention of keeping her; she was just part of the plan. Logan wouldn't be able to touch her without thinking of him first. He pictured the look on Logan's face and chuckled at the vision. He loved games of strategy.
Everyone underestimated him. No-one ever saw this coming. He shook his head in amazement. Just because he didn't say much didn't mean he was stupid. On the contrary, he was exceptionally smart. He was five moves ahead of his adversaries. He anticipated every action and counter action. He had to in order to succeed in his business. One mistake and the game was over. With cold calculation he predicted their every move before they made it and watched as they fell helplessly into his trap. As far as a conscience goes, he didn't have one. He could ruthlessly torture, maim and kill without batting an eye or losing a wink of sleep. He was a mercenary in every sense of the word, hardened, determined and paid well for his level of expertise. He knew how to play this game and he was very good at it.
"C'mon"…."Tell me."… Logan's voice echoed against the walls in his mind. "I want to hear you say it."…
Sabretooth shook his head as if to clear his thoughts and raised a furry brow in Jean's direction. She still hadn't moved. Yet her voice rang clear as if she were speaking aloud.
"I want you to kiss me"…Jean answered and when she wasn't satisfied with his progress she urged him, "lower…"
She was dreaming. He could hear it. He gripped the bars of the cell to steady himself as their rocketing emotions and sensual feelings ran through him. The smell of heather assailed him as she arched against him. He could smell her. The intoxicating aroma of her excitement teased his senses. Jesus Christ, he could feel her. Taste her. A mental mind fuck. He grew thick with need as she rubbed against him. He wanted to continue this rollercoaster ride of sensations, but on his terms. "Do it," he ordered as he became an interactive part of her dream.
His wish was her command as she answered. "I want you to kiss me."
"Where?" When she didn't answer, he prompted her. "Here?" He said as he pressed warm lips against her collarbone.
"No." She grabbed his hair, pulling him hard against her. "Lower."
"Here?" Her breath caught in her throat leaving her incapable of speech as he started his decent, stopping here and there to taunt her further, making her writhe with desire.
"Say it."
"I want to feel your mouth on me." The musky scent of her arousal invaded his senses. He stroked and teased her with his tongue her until she exploded with pleasure.
"Oh, God!"
Oh God was right. Damn that was good! He wanted an encore. He couldn't stop himself from applauding. That was excellent, and he enjoyed a good show. Bravo, he thought to himself as Jean slowly roused from her dream world.
"Well, that was pleasant." Sabretooth remarked.
Jean looked mortified as it dawned on her what he'd been witness to. Her face flushed scarlet as embarrassment washed over her. She'd have died of humiliation if she'd known that he had actually been a part of it. A willing participant. A diligent partner. He could still taste her.
It surprised him actually. He'd always been resistant to telekinetic powers, even Jean's. He didn't know why, but he was virtually impenetrable. Until now. The floodgates had opened and the information came rushing in. He seemed to be tuned into her subconscious mind and what he'd learned from her over the past two days was certainly eye opening. He'd be sure to use it to his advantage.
Jean tried to rise but couldn't. Sabretooth's smile widened as he watched the look of confusion spread across her face.
"What's a matter princess? All jammed up?"
She said nothing but eyed him warily.
"You should be." Sabretooth pulled up a high back chair and straddled it in front of her. "You're in a cell specially designed for you." He tapped the bars for emphasis while he grinned at her.
Jean looked at him questioningly, but refused to speak. She tried to sit up again but was instantly overcome with nausea and dizziness. She was forced to lie back down to stop her world from spiraling out of control.
"That's right, princess. You're pretty much incapacitated." He decided to enlighten her. "You see, this cell emits a sound wave that is tuned to your specific brainwaves. It triggers severe vertigo which basically renders you helpless." He waited a moment for the news to digest and continued. "If I were you, I'd keep still."
She laid there watching him, listening in horror, not quite believing what he was telling her but knowing without a doubt that he was not bluffing. She tested her parameters again, this time slowly, gradually easing herself up onto her elbows all the while taking quick shallow breaths to keep the nausea at bay. She managed to sit up, her back braced against the stone wall. He watched as the sweat broke out above her brow and how it beaded on her upper lip. Yes, it was working. He'd have to thank the Professor the next time he saw him. After all, it was his idea.
Jean couldn't trust herself to speak, afraid that the effort would trigger the vertigo, but she had to ask. She drew a deep breath and narrowed her gaze on Sabretooth.
"What do you want?"
It was his turn to remain silent. She'd find out soon enough. Jean tried another approach.
"How long have I been here?" Her voice cracked and she licked her parched lips.
"Long enough." He stood up and moved the chair back to the far wall, then came to stand before her. "I know so much more about you, Jean." He let that statement sink deep. Letting her wonder what he knew before he continued.
"Your likes…dislikes." Apprehension hung heavy in the air as he continued his perusal of her.
"Your dreams for the future…" he paused for affect. "Your fears." His gaze swept her from top to bottom, then back up again to rest on her still flat belly where Jean laid a protective hand. She looked at him uneasily.
He had the audacity to grin at her. He wasn't through yet. He knew. Fear raced through her body as he smugly confirmed. "I know about the baby."
