Starting Over 5

VICTOR

Four hours and twenty-two minutes later, he could see the end of his torture coming close. That trip was hard, not even his record time to get there could make up for it. He had to stop two more times during the drive, giving stupid excuses to the girl, just to tried to keep in control. The second one he used too much claw and shoot more blood than cum. Messed up with his cook, giving him some relief while it healed. Now he was painfully hard again, the animal in his head screaming, wanting to take the girl. He started considering cutting his fucking prick out, he remembers from a very nasty incident that it would take almost a day to completely grown back. The beast was suddenly quiet, scared for the first time, his thoughts of self-castration really spooking the cat. Good! That animal would probably gladly fuck the girl even if she asks for him to wear a paper bag with a picture of Jimmy glue to it. For the first time Victor want more. He wants the girl to choose him, to stay because she wants. And isn´t that new¿ And weird.

With the beast behaving and his cabin coming to view, his worries are coming back too. He still has no idea on how to tell the things to the girl. He was not sure that we bonded during the time I kidnapped you would go well. And he knows that he has to keep some form of control. The girl would be terrified if she knew how much he really wanted her. And he did. He must trade everything carefully; the reward could be everything he always wanted. The girl already is pack, she has the potential to be much more. More loyal and morally dubious than his stupid brother, she would be perfect to train to work with him. The thoughts of the girl as a bad ass merc, killing people with him and fucking over the body of their enemies made the beast come back screaming, but one movement of his claws in direction of his crouch, put it right back in his cage.

The girl wakes up when he carried her inside, turn on the lights of the big and well tasted house. Jimmy used to call him a snob house cat, but he always liked his comforts. Specially in the few places that truly mean something for him. He looked to the filthy girl in his arms, her clothes dirty and torn, his coat around her not faring much better, and with a little sigh put her in his immaculate clean sofa. She was still quiet, but looked better after the cat nap, but not ready for a talk yet. He needs to take her out of her filthy clothes, Shut up! That was a bad choice of words. She was just looking at him, waiting, and he was getting nervous.

¨Look Kitten, you look like shit, your clothes are disgusting, you probably need some food. How about I prepare a bath for you, then… ¨- he stops when he saw the girl getting agitated at the mention of a bath. Of course, stupid, she was under that lake for a long time, relax surrounded by water is the last thing in her mind. ¨Never mind that, a shower and then some food and we can talk, how about that¿¨

She nods at his suggestion, and smile at him. He takes her to his huge bathroom and started the shower for her, trying so hard to stop the visions of taking her right there.

¨Leave your clothes by the door, I´ll see if anything is salvable. I´ll get some towels and a bathrobe¨.

¨Gloves¨- she begged to him, suddenly sad.

¨So you remember that¿

¨I´m poison¨, her sad reply making him want to hug and gut everyone who ever hurt her before. He got really close to her; his eyes black with fury.

¨Never said that! Never! You are not poison, you are special and good and pack! ¨ He shout at her, furious at the way she diminishes herself. At the word pack, she looks at him again, a small smile in her lips, but then she was serious again.

¨What if I'm not good¿ I think I may have killed people before, what if I'm dangerous and evil¿¨ And he laughs, he couldn´t control, he throws his head back and laugh with abandon.

¨Then you are in the right place, little girl! I am dangerous and evil, I killed more people that I can remember, and I´m definitely NOT good! ¨ His eyes black again, the predator in him showing just a little. He immediately regrets his little speech, afraid of scaring the girl. But she relaxed and smile to him again.

¨Thanks… ¨- she made a little pause like listening to something. - ¨Thanks Victor¨!

¨How¿¨

¨A big cat told me¨! She sassed and close the door in his face going to her shower.

He laughed again, even in the state she was right now, he could still see the fearless, full of attitude girl, that he met at Mags. He took her almost destroyed clothes, hating himself a little for what he was about to do, but knowing that it wouldn´t stop him at all. He got her underwear, almost destroyed, sniff hard in her smell and went outside to again taking care of his urges. Like a fucking out of control teenager!

He come back and start to make something light to the girl, he had some cans of tomato soup that he put to heat and started to make a grilled cheese. Trying really hard not obsesses with every little noise that the girl was making. She was coming down, looking way better, her wonderful scent, made even more desired to him by the feral in it, wearing his bathrobe. And again, his claws were digging his palms, his urges to take her almost unbearable. She smiles to him and he tried to transform his grimace into a smirk.

¨Feeling better, Kitten¿¨

¨Yes, way better, thanks. ¨- she looks to the food -¨Starving now but I still need gloves¨.

¨Your old ones were still usable, they would be dried after dinner, come eat first. ¨

¨I… I really think I should get my gloves first; I don't mind if they are not dried, I just need them, I don't want to hurt you¨ - she was getting nervous and nervous, trying to stay away from him, covering her hands, looking at them with fear. Victor wouldn't have none of that. He was immediately next to her, cornering her, stopping her to get away.

¨I´m not afraid of you little girl, and definitely not afraid of your skin ¨, he leered at her - ¨There´s no way I´ll let your little issue stop me to touch this soft and delicious skin¨, he was so close, preparing himself, he caressed her face with his fingers, she tried to get away, but he hold her tied, and touch her skin. He feels that delicious pull of her power trying to take everything from him, she was trying to stop him, but he needs to show her that he was not afraid. And then she got very still, close her eyes and it stop. He was still touching her, but her powers had stopped.

¨How¿ Can you control it¿¨

¨I have no idea, I just don't want to hurt you, and I tried to make stop and it worked¨, he look at her with a hungry that excited and scared her, he was getting really close, really close, she tried to stop, -¨ I don't have any idea if is gonna last…¨, he stopped her protests with a heated kiss that cut all her air, and made her knees tremble. And that made her lost control and her powers start to work again. They separate themselves feeling both lightheaded and weak. Victor was trying to stop himself to kiss her again, when she looks at him with her fingers in her lips, a different expression on her face, like she was remembering something, she looked at him, hands still in her own lips and said:

¨You have too much balls to die, frail¨.

Oh shit! Just my lucky that she remembers that!