AN: So, where were we? Ah yes! Victor decided that he would sleep in the master bedroom from now on. Because of his 'fragile back' ;-)

Soon enough, things got back to normal and within a few days Victor, Ylva and Liekos went about their business again. Ylva struggled with Victor sleeping in her bed and every single night they had their little routine: Victor would taunt her to no extent, Ylva would get pissed and fought hard to keep quiet for Liekos. But anger soon made place for something else: lust. Ylva was finding it harder and harder to resist his ''attentions'' at night.

Little did she know, things were about to get worse. A lot worse. And worse always seemed to happen at breakfast.

"Mom?".

"Yes sweetie?".

"Why doesn't dad sleep on the couch anymore?".

Oh shit… She knew this would come back to haunt her. Quick! Think of something! Anything! She panicked.

"What do you mean honey?" she asked her son most innocently.

"He doesn't sleep on the couch anymore. I know this because I sometimes wake up and night when I can't sleep. And then we play the Playstation for a little while and then he makes me go back to bed. But he wasn't there last night".

"I sleep in your mom's bed now" Victor spoke up out of nowhere.

Suddenly he was just there and then he had gone again. Just walking through the hallway, passed the kitchen and into the living room…

Great. Now she had it coming. How on earth was she gonna explain this to her 10 year old.

"He sleeps in your bed!?"Liekos gasped.

But it wasn't from shock. It was more like ecstasy. He never understood in the first place why his dad slept on that couch when he could've just become his mom's boyfriend and be done with it, right? And then he could stay forever! Although it would mean they couldn't play the Playstation in the middle of the night anymore. Oh well, sharing him with mom was worth it.

"Well Liekos" she walked over to him and sat next to him "The couch isn't very comfortable and it's very bad for his back. So yes, he does sleep in my bed. There is no other bed in the house you see".

She suddenly wondered why on earth there never had been a spare bed. But then again, they never had any guests, so that's why. But why have two bathrooms, a play room, a music room, a study, but no fucking spare room with a bed in it!

"So is he your boyfriend then?!" her son asked her, his eyes wide in excitement.

"Uhm" she scratched nervously down her neckline, suddenly it started to itch in that area "Uhm… yeah…" she said, trying to restrain herself from gritting her teeth together "Yeah he sorta is".

That night she had gone to bed early. Early and extremely irritated. She was sitting on her side of the bed in her black night gown. Yes, she used to sleep in just her underwear. But not anymore. Not since he decided to claim the other half of her bed.

And her house…

And her son…

She was organizing some sheet music for the next day when he came in and closed the door quietly. She didn't look up even though she heard him enter. She just looked angry, annoyed and down at her music. He took off his shoes, walked over to the bed and looking down at her, he started unbuttoning his shirt very slowly.

"So… I'm your boyfriend now hm?" he broke the silence with a very self-content smirk on his face.

"Oh piss off Victor! What was I supposed to say?! You make things impossible for me!" she hissed.

"Mhm, I wouldn't say that Ylva".

His voice… It had that same dark tone to it like when he had her kidnapped and chained up in his Brotherhood base. Not that she'd been chained up for long but she was definitely kidnapped and there against her will.

Okay fine, so at some point she wasn't really there against her will either.

"I'd say you solved that pretty good" he interrupted her train of thoughts once more.

She looked up at him angrily and floundered for a second when he took off his shirt. "I… You… Why did you have to tell him that you sleep in MY bed now?! We could've just told him that you were away for the night, he never had to know!" she hissed up at him.

"Mmmm" he moaned "I love it when you do that little spitfire thing you do".

"Piss off Victor!".

He chuckled and then let out a deep sigh "The kid's too smart, he wouldn't fall for it Ylva".

Her name practically rolled of his tongue and made her twitch a little. Bloody smooth talker. Bloody dark husky fucking voice!

"Yeah, he is smart" she said as she gathered her sheet music, got off the bed and placed it on the table "He takes after his mom you see" she finished her sentence agitatedly as she stood in front of the bed.

They were now both standing at opposite sides of the bed, he was shirtless, she was glaring daggers at him and he was smirking contently at her. Bringing it home by eyeing her up and down, licking his lips in the process.

"So what does this boyfriend package include hm?" he raised one brow " Does it have any special privileges?".

She picked up a pillow from the bed and threw it at his head. He just laughed it off.

"I don't want my son to think it's okay to just sleep with people! Even if it really is just sleeping in the same bed without funny business. I don't want him to think that's an okay thing to do! And I don't want him to think of his mother like a… like some kind of-".

"Like someone with loose morals?" Victor added in a funny tone and looked down at her mockingly.

She angrily gripped on to the silk blankets, pulled them roughly, hopped into bed and covered herself with them as she turned away to face the window and away from Victor.

"Goodnight" she spoke fiercely, definitely not meaning to wish him an actual goodnight's rest.

Truth of the matter was: she hoped he would sleep terribly and would wake up with horrible back aches.

But who was she kidding? She was the only one who wouldn't have a good night's rest.

Victor grinned contently, loving how fiery she had become. It was probably the kid's doing, waking up all these mother instincts and all.

He hopped into bed, laying on his back with his arms crossed behind his head. He looked over to her. Had her hair always been this long? He was sure her boobs were bigger too. Probably also the kid's doing.

Good things, he decided.

"You're a good mom Ylva" he whispered into the dark after some time. And he meant it. Looking at her with his cub… he couldn't have wished for a better frail… uhm, mate.

They could both see perfectly in the dark though.

"I know. I'm a fucking awesome mother. I'm so fucking awesome, one would say Liekos doesn't even need a father, just me".

It didn't sting, her unkind words. He knew this little self-defense routine all too well. It was his own routine for the last 200 years now.

So he just snickered at her reply as he turned around towards her, creeping closer to where her cute little body was resting too far away for his taste.

"Well baby, perhaps you're right. Perhaps Liekos doesn't need a father when he has a mother like you" he whispered close to her ear as his hand made its way down her back, along her waist, stroking her curves and ending up on her upper leg "But I'd say his mother sure needs something".

She made no move to remove his hand yet, she was almost frozen under his touch but not out of fear. His nails stroked her flesh and it sent tingles to every corner of her body.

"How long has it been little wolf?" he purred "Mhm yes I almost forgot… you've never been with anyone else so that makes it 10 whole years" he whispered seductively as he squeezed her leg "You must be like a walking time bomb baby" he added smoothly.

She suddenly smacked away his hand.

"Goodnight Victor" she spoke determinedly.

He grinned and laid back on his half again.

Shit. Now he had a fucking boner. Uptight little bitch.

Oh well. Soon enough. She'd give in. And of course he'd be there.

Very willing…

To make her beg.

"Where's Liekos?" Victor asked as he entered the bedroom the next evening.

"Michael's birthday sleepover party" Ylva answered as short as possible.

He frowned "Why didn't you tell me?".

She shrugged nonchalantly as she continued to busy around her bedroom "Didn't think you gave a damn".

He raised his brows and took a seat in the big chair "What's with the attitude frail?".

She turned around and glared at him "I have a name Creed! You call me frail again and I'll scratch your eyes out" she snapped.

One moment of anger was all it took for him to shoot up from the chair, push her up against the closet and wrap his big claws around her fragile little neck. Claws expanded and all.

"What's your problem Ylva?" he hissed against her warm lips "Is it something I did? Cuz if not… you better treat me with some fucking respect".

"Respect is something you earn Victor" she spat back at him "And certainly not something you receive by barging into someone's house, taking over her family live and winning over her son by acting like the cool parent!".

He chuckled as he loosened his grip on her neck "So I take it you have a problem with my parenting skills baby? Why didn't you just say so? We could've talked about it" his hand lingered along her waist as he roamed her body with his eyes lustfully.

She struggled to get out of his grip "Talking to you is impossible. You always just do as you wish".

"True. But as the father of your cub and soon to be mate…"

"I will never accept you as a mate!" she bluntly interrupted "You are cruel, violent and I despise-"

His big hand added more pressure again "Don't interrupt me baby. It's rude. As I was saying: As the father of our cub and leader of this pack, I earned more than enough respect. And if you have a problem with the way I deal with Liekos, you don't need to be a bitch about it… just… tell… me…" he finished his sentence slowly.

His arms relaxed around her and she took her chance to push herself out of his grip. "Fine" she blurted out "I'll talk to you about my problems with your way of parenting. So here's what's bugging me: You come in here, you semi-take over and you get to do all the cool things with my son. You get to take him to school, pick him up when you want to, you get to play games with him in the middle of the night, build a frikkin' tree house and tomorrow you guys are going to meet up with Tony Stark. Now don't get me wrong, I don't give a rats ass about Tony Stark, but my point is-"

"Yeah, why don't you get to the point Ylva?" he quickly interrupted her just to be annoying.

She ignored the grin on his face and continued "I only get to do the bad stuff. I get to talk to him when he's doing something wrong, tell him to clean up his mess and go to parent-teacher conferences while you get to be the cool parent. Well that's not how things work Victor. Parenting is something you do together and-"

"You're jealous" he simply stated.

Him interrupting her when she was on a rant, was really getting to her.

She let out another heavy sigh in frustration "I'm not jealous Victor. I'm willing to share since he's your son too. It's just… sometimes… I mean… now that you're here anyway-" she started fidgeting with her hands as she struggled to look him in the eyes "From time to time… I could do with some back up" she admitted.

Even Victor Creed knew this was not the time to joke around with her vulnerability. This was his opening. This was where he could sneak into her life. She had been a single mom for such a long time… she must've struggled from time to time and here she was, putting behind her pride and admitting freely to it. Asking for his help. Or at least asking him not to make her position even more difficult.

"And yes.. I am sometimes jealous. You connect so well with him".

"As do you" he said "But we both connect differently. On different levels I mean. You're a mom, a female. I'm a dad. There's a difference. He wants to do boys stuff which he wants to do with a father figure".

"I know" she whispered.

He moved in again, letting her body rest against his as his hands stroked her hair. Then he slowly lifted her chin by holding her face, her lips were so close as she looked up at him. He wanted to close the distance between their lips too but instead gave her a small kiss on her forehead while inhaling her scent.

He'd missed that smell. That autumn smell in her long hair. "I missed you Ylva" he whispered.

It was out before he could stop himself. She noticed he never called her 'Little Wolf' anymore. The name he had given her when he had her abducted in his base. And she missed that pet name.

"I missed you so I tore the place apart" he admitted in a grunt.

She looked at him intensely "Then why…" but she wouldn't finish her sentence. She wanted to know why he didn't search for her after the Brotherhood had disbanded. But she couldn't ask. She couldn't admit to him, or to herself, that that was exactly what she had wanted. For him to look for her.

"Because you left and you didn't want a mate" he answered her unspoken question anyway "And there was Jimmy".

Jimmy had convinced him that after the way he treated her, it was better to leave her alone. Besides, the note said it all, didn't it? It had been fun and after everything she wanted to be left alone again. She wanted to focus on her brother Jason and Jimmy told him that it would be wrong to search for her. She obviously didn't want to be found. After a while, he started searching anyway but he couldn't find her on the other side of the world. And then his pride took over: if she didn't want to be his mate, then she could burn for all he cared.

Or so he told himself back then.

But now…, with her warmth against his body, her hair under his nose, her small face in his hands, her eyes looking at him intently, everything was different.

"We were talking about Liekos and how to be parents together" she spoke softly, putting their minds back on topic.

He inhaled sharply "I will bend to your will when it comes to our cub. But only a little. And I will back you up when needed" he whispered against her fore head while his arms were around her back again, holding her without pressuring to keep her there.

She sighed in relieve. That would be nice. That Victor wouldn't fight her on things concerning Liekos and back her up when needed. Especially as Liekos grew older and got harder to control because puberty was almost around the corner. And puberty for feral boys… well… let's just say: she could do with some male power around her.

As she relaxed by those thoughts, she suddenly realized they were still standing against the closet with her in his big arms.

"I wish I could've seen more of him Ylva" Victor suddenly broke the silence without letting her go.

It pained her "You blame me for keeping him from you" she guessed his thoughts.

"I do" he instantly replied. "I blame you for it".

It stung her. A great more deal than she cared to admit.

"I regret it Victor, every day I regret".

His head moved back a bit and one claw lifted up her chin so he could look into her eyes "Do you?" he suspiciously asked.

She nodded silently "I do. I regret it every day and there are times when I hate myself for the evil thing I did".

For a moment he was speechless. How on earth could she regret it? She had followed her mother's instincts and he knew he would've done the same. Fuck it, he could hardly blame her but he did. And here she was: admitting she regretted it and basically saying it would've been better if Liekos had known his father from the day he'd been born.

"Ever since you came here…" she stuttered a bit but looked at him nevertheless "And it's so plain to see how much he loves you... I just… and then… I just wish I could turn back time but-"

She was caught off all of a sudden. By his lips pressing against hers, disabling her from saying anything else. Her eyes grew wide for only a second and then she simply gave in. She gasped, opened up her mouth leaving him entrance and brought her arms up to wrap them tightly around his neck.
His hands put more pressure on her back, as if he wanted to press her into him even though their bodies were already up against each other's.
Her lips were soft underneath his rough kiss. She suddenly remembered the taste of his tongue as it entered her mouth, his fangs slightly scratching her lower lip. But she couldn't remember him ever kissing her like this. Ten years ago it had been pure lust and possessiveness. This was a different kind of kiss. It had more kindness to it but it was still intense. She could not withhold the temptation of reaching out to his tongue with hers.

"You are far from evil" he whispered in between kisses. His hands roamed down her back and when it reached her behind, he lifted her up and automatically she wrapped her legs around his waist. He continued to kiss her as she kissed him back passionately. She hardly noticed when he moved them towards the bed.

But then she did. Her eyes opened in a flash and she broke the kiss, only one breath away from his hot lips "Victor, what are you doing?" she gasped.

It made him realize she wasn't ready for the next step. And even though he was rock hard and wanted nothing more than to just plunge inside her like he'd done all those years ago, it would not work.
He'd known from the moment he entered her house: if he wanted her to accept him as a mate, actually choose him as a mate, he had to take his time and let her get used to the idea. Or so Jimmy had told him anyway. His words had been something like "Victor, you are cruel yada yada yada, be patient with her yada yada then she'll come to you". Or something like that. He hadn't really been listening.

"Don't worry, just putting you to bed" he answered her question as he trailed small kisses along her neck. It made her twinkle in every corner of ther body.

She closed her eyes again, a little weary of him but mostly tempted to just enjoy this moment without suspicion of this predator.

Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, her arms still around his neck as he kissed her again and used one hand to pull back the covers. He slowly lowered them and actually put her down on her half of the bed. Then he practically jumped over her to lie beside her.

His arms reached out and he pressed the backof her body against his front. Like two spoons which made him chuckle. He closed his eyes, inhaled sharply and exhaled again as he enjoyed the feel of their entangled bodies. Not caring that she could feel how hard he was. How else would she expect his body react? Besides, she was no innocent, he could smell her own lust…

"About what just happened" she suddenly broke the comfortable silence between them.

"Don't" Victor grunted.

"What?".

He pulled her closer to him and kissed the back of her head "Don't ruin it Ylva. Go to sleep".

AN: hope you liked it and you're not too disspointed that they haven't had sexy time yet. It will come soon enough you pervs ;-)