She'd been awake since Victor left at 2 a.m. But she felt no need to stop him. It was almost 5 a.m. when he came back in that night. Quietly opening the door and closing it behind him. She turned around to look at him. She could smell it on him, he'd done it. He'd gone and killed that man in the grey suit who came to her house and stabbed her.

Why did she feel nothing? Why did she feel no remorse?

Ylva tried to make eye contact with Victor but he wouldn't look at her as he took off his clothes. Neither of them saying a thing.

He got into the bed and laid down on his back, his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He should've taken a shower before getting into bed with her, smelling like murder. He mentally kicked himself for being so inconsiderate. He closed his eyes and sighed, no idea what to say. His little wolf was most likely either extremely angry or disappointed with him. Perhaps both.

Suddenly the soft palm of her hand stroke along his side burns as she carefully placed her lips on his. It startled him for a second, he expected anything but not her making out with him. Her long hair fell around his face as she kissed him slowly. Victor removed his hands from behind his head, entangling her waist as she moved herself on top of him. He held on to her tightly as he gently kissed her back.

She broke the kiss and looked at him, guilt shining brightly in her eyes "Did you hurt him very badly?" she asked hesitantly.

"No" he answered "It was quick".

She nodded and kissed him again. He moved his hand through her hair as he opened up her mouth and deepened the kiss.

"I'm sorry little wolf" he said as he pulled away and pressed her to his chest "I cannot allow scum like that to walk around and threaten you or Liekos".

She wanted to be angry with Victor. She wanted to feel sorry for this Graydon. But she couldn't. Because she didn't care. She lost something precious to her which she could never get back. She nuzzled against his neck and finally decided to let her tears run freely "Thank you" she whispered softly.

"How is she doing?" Bridget asked once he'd let her in the house the next morning.

Victor ran a hand through his hair, obviously worried over his mate "She called in sick at work. She only came out of bed to get Liekos up and ready for school and then went back to sleep".

"That's the beauty about women" Bridget replied "No matter how depressed they feel, somehow they always find the power to take care of their children" the older woman smiled "So what are you doing down then here mister Creed?".

He shrugged "I think she wants to be alone".

Bridget smiled emphatically "I do not agree. I think you should go to her. I think you're the only person who should right now".

"Hey mopey" he tried to joke as he got into bed with her "You can't stay in bed al day".

She strongly disagreed. She was planning on staying in bed al day until Liekos came home from school.

"Just one more hour" she groaned softly.

Well, at least she replied.

Victor pulled away the covers and pulled her against him "Ylva, I know you wanted this cub, but-"

"I was on the pill" Ylva interrupted him.

He was a little taken back.

"I didn't plan this. It was too soon, way too soon. I was on the pill. But not when we first had sex, that night by the lake. I started two days after that. But I had taken a morning after pill so I figured… it was okay".

"So you didn't want it?" he couldn't hide his disappointment.

"I did. It wasn't planned but I was happy when I felt it. When I started feeling the changes in my body, I was pretty sure I was pregnant. It scared me at first because it had all gone so fast. But at the same time it felt… I dunno" she took a deep breath "Like it was going to be really good".

He sighed and pulled her really close. Comforting her felt awkward and was still unfamiliar territory for him. He could all but smell her pain, he didn't want her to feel this way. Hell, it was even hurting him. The thought that he could've had another cub with her and actually see this one grow up. Now that chance had past. And his little wolf probably wouldn't plan to make one with him now… And even if she did, it wouldn't replace the one they had lost.

He didn't like the pain she was feeling. He didn't like to see her this sad and it made him angry that he didn't know how to make her feel better.

"I still have a scar on my shoulder from where you stuck that blade years ago" Victor suddenly broke their silence.

"You deserve it" she replied as she smiled to herself.

Victor pressed his nose into her hair and kissed the back of her head "I remember when I first saw you in the theater, behind that piano, God you looked beautiful" he chuckled softly "I'd never smelled anyone as fucking scared as you".

Victor found the memories to be extremely amusing.

Ylva laughed quietly "You were so mean Victor! Seriously, that was that most frightening moment of my life. No wait, when I ran away from you through that forest and I couldn't see you but I knew you were there cause I could smell you, THAT was the most frightening".

"Hmmm" he moaned into her ear "That made me horny as fuck. You running from me, heart racing like mad, scared as shit and those scents you gave off… drove me fucking wild. Hardest thing I've had to do was not fuck you right there and then on that forest ground".

She scoffed "I would've fought you even more".

"I would've won little wolf, you know it".

She growled softly "It would've been rape Victor Creed".

"Don't be so judgmental little wolf" he mockingly replied "You might've really enjoyed it".

She elbowed him playfully, knowing he was trying to push her buttons "Shut up you. You know I would've screamed and begged you to stop".

"True" he admitted "And personally I like it way better when you scream and beg me to continue" he smoothly replied as he ran his hands up and down her hips.

He placed soft kisses on her head, his eyes closed as he inhaled her scents. She seemed to relax more and it was him making her feel a little better.

"There's something I've been wondering about" he suddenly said.

"Ask me" she said.

"Would you have stayed if you wouldn't have had to take care of Jason?".

"Yes".

Her reply was instant. Because she had always known that if she did not have a duty to take care of Jason, she would've stayed with Victor Creed. Leader of the Brotherhood, the one and only Sabretooth. Against her better judgment, she would've stayed. It was unexplainable really, why she wanted him despite who he was. She just felt it throughout her whole body.

Yes, she would've stayed. No persuasion needed.

"Knowing who I was, and the kind of work I did. You still would've stayed?".

Ylva turned around in his arms and looked up at him with a puzzled look "I've always known who you were. There is nothing wrong with who you are. I like who you are. So yes, I still would've stayed if you'd continue to work with the Brotherhood".

It was a strange thing for him to hear someone say this to him. To have her say this to him.

She never left because of him. But then again, he had always known that. He placed one finger beneath her chin and tilted her head as he kissed her slowly.

"Come" he said as he broke the kiss and got up "We're gonna put you in a shower".

She enjoyed the hot water as his big hands ran over her smaller form. Ylva was facing the wall as Victor stood behind her. His hands slowly running the soap up and down her body as he felt every curve of her body. She was so soft. And little, he thought as he chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?".

"Cuz you're always wearing those high heels. And just now I realized how little you really are" he answered her.

She laughed softly "I'm normal. You're like… a thousand feet tall".

He chuckled as his lips pressed to her neck. She moaned softly, moving her legs apart as his hand slowly stroked down her hip. His body carefully pushed her against the shower wall, his talons tickling her arm and hips. She could feel how his hard manhood was pressing against her back and she moaned quietly as she imagined it filling her up.

"Ylva" Victor spoke up as he soaped her up "I want this to work".

She carefully turned around and looked at him, slightly confused about what exactly he meant.

"And I want more cubs" he bluntly said "Although this might not be the right time to bring that up" he quickly added when he realized how insensitive that must've been.

He expected her to look hurt due to his comment about wanting more cubs, but she burst out laughing instead "Okaaaaaaay" she said slowly "How good of you to communicate this with me" she couldn't stop laughing though "So thank you for that Victor. But uhm, do you not think it would be a little too soon to have a baby?".

He simply glared at her, a stern look in his eyes "I do not just want one. I want loads".

She blinked several times and scoffed out another nervous laugh "Mkay, well, as you might know, I'm not a baby factory and-".

He growled and grabbed her arms "I'm being serious little wolf. But I'm speaking long term. This is what I want" he gestured his arms around him "This life, with you and some cubs. I like it. It's the best thing I've ever had in my life and I want to have it. More of it. Where else did you think this was going little wolf? Hm? Did you think I was just going to leave at some point?".

"No but-"

"Good cause I'm not leaving" he flashed his canines st her "Ever".

He kissed her roughly and pushed her up against the wall "I want you little wolf. Always have".

She kissed him back roughly, not wanting to say it out loud but really liking the things he was saying to her.

Victor grabbed one of her legs and pulled it up so he could be inside her, she exhaled when he entered her. He groaned into her mouth as he continued to kiss her deeply. She loved having him inside her, the sensations it made her feel were incredible.

"Little wolf" Victor breathed heavily "I know you find marking medieval, so we can just do some other dumb tradition to make you mine. Cuz I happen to like traditions".

She closed her eyes as his body rubbed against hers with every thrust inside her.

"Yeah, sure" she moaned absent mindedly, basically agreeing to anything as long as he'd continue to fuck her "What do you-".

"Marry me" he bluntly interrupted her as he trusted deep inside her.

Her eyes flew wide open. Did he seriously just…

"Marry me little wolf. I'm serious".

"Did you just seriously ask me to marry you in the shower while we are fucking?" she teased him. Not yet willing to put him out of his misery and give an answer.

Victor growled en pulled her towards him as he sat on the ledge. She chuckled as she sat down in his lap and slowly slid down on his cock.

He pushed forward roughly "I know you find marking old fashioned. And marriage just comes in handy you know" he shrugged it off "We'd all have the same name and stuff. And by the way, it wasn't a proposal".

She smiled as she kissed him, he had such a romantic way of going about things.

Ylva thought about his words on the marking thing. Since she had lost their cub, she felt bad for not marking Victor. She had made a choice to be with him a long time ago. But marking had been a bridge too far for her. She had to rid herself of the thoughts that maybe if she'd marked him… then maybe he would've known she and their cub were in danger.

Her hands ran over his head and along his facial hair as she kissed him. Her right hand slowly bent his neck to one side and her lips found his neck. She slowly scraped the flesh as she moved up and down his cock.

He felt a small sting. Getting stronger and stronger.

She groaned and plunged deeper into his neck.

When he realized what she was doing, he had a hard time grasping it all. He squeezed her tightly to his body as he slammed into her madly. His eyes closed, focusing fully on her tightness. Her nails pressing into his back, breaking his skin as she held on tightly. When he opened his eyes they were no longer in the shower. Ylva was lying on the bathroom floor with Victor on top of her.

He roared wildly as he came inside her at the same time she pulled away and kissed his mouth again, making him taste a little of his own blood.

For a long time they just lay there, catching their breath. Victor leaned up and stared at her with a devilish grin.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"Well, I take it that you marking me, is a 'no' to the marriage deal?" he joked as he raised his brows at her.

She giggled and bit her lip "Orrrrrrr, we do both? I do like a party".

He grinned contently as he pulled her up from the floor "C'mon, let's go back to bed for a little while".

"I thought you said I couldn't lie in bed all day?".

He grinned wickedly "You're not gonna lie down in bed little wolf. You're gonna sit on all fours like a good girl. With that cute lil' ass up in the air while I fuck you 'til your sweet pussy can't take no more and you'll beg me to stop".

AN: The end. Hope you all liked it. And I have a surprise...

Whilest I was supposed to be studying, I got inspiration for a random one shot about Victor and an OC. It excists out of two chapters and I will post it some time later this week. Here's the summary, let me know if you like the idea:

Summary for the new one shot: He has known her since birth. His little kitten. The youngest and only female of her feral siblings. Ever since she was a tiny baby they had a special band. But now she's all grown up and for one night it's his task to keep her safe… Just one night… How hard can it be to control himself around her, right? … Right? VICTOR/OC