Chapter 14

She stands in the doorway of the kitchen. Breezing with anger. Her breahing is rapid.

"Tell me what this is" she commands him in a low and threatening voice, as she points towards the mark he made on her neck. The one that will never fully heal. Just scar.

He smirks down at her. He likes her this way. If you'd leave out the look on her face and the rapid breathing, she's actually adorable in her green sundress, small posture and rainbow-like hair hanging loosely over her shoulders.

"It's my mark" he answers her, extremely amused by the situation.

For a few moments she simply doesn't know how to reply to him. He seems to find this all greatly amusing. But Hank has told her what the mark means. And to her, it's not funny at all.

"I know what it is Victor" she replies through gritted teeth "But what is it doing on MY neck?".

"Well Kitten" he slowly replies as he starts strolling through the kitchen "I marked you because I've decided that you're mine".

"What?! You can't just decide that you egotistical, chauvinistic, patriarchy-loving son of a-"

"Careful now" he growls.

She takes a deep breath. She won't let him get to her. This can still be a grown-up conversation.

"I talked to Hank. He's explained everything about the mark. I know what it is and what it does. And you forced it upon me. You basically breached our contract and abused me. Now tell me why you did this to me!".

Victor is still smirking, not impressed by her attitude at all "If you spoke to the blue furball, then why don't you tell me?".

For a moment she's temped to lunge at him and rip out his throat.

"The mark means you've claimed me and that you feel that I am your territory. And you had no right to do that to me! I am a person. Not some-".

He scoffs out a laugh "I haven't claimed you yet. But I will soon. The mark is a feral's way of letting the world know that you belong to him. The claiming comes after it. When you've accepted me as your mate. Which you will".

Her eyes widened in anger "Do you honestly think I would EVER accept a mate like you?!" she spits out "You are a murderer. You slaughter people. You probably enjoy it too. I know your history. Every feral knows who you are and I would never let you claim me".

In a mere second his mood changes. He crosses the kitchen, grabs her throat and pushes her against the door "Yes, you will" he growls into her ear visciously "You will do as I tell you. You see, I like that mouth you have on you frail, but don't push it, because you will regret it".

She defiantly looks him in the eyes as her small hand reaches for his wrist, the one that's holding her throat. The talons on her other hand expand as she quickly rams into his abdomen, her sharp nails piercing his shirt and flesh. He merely flinches at the pain but her message is clear.

"Put. Me. Down".

He smirks as his face moves even closer to hers and right before he puts her down, his lips softly brush hers, leaving a tantalizing feeling behind before he lets go.

She needs a moment to recover. Not from his grip or his aggressive exterior. But from his lips against hers and how his massive form is still almost pressed against her. She's trying hard to ignore his smell and how much she is drawn to him.

"You have the same instincts as me. The same urges" he quietly continues "You feel this as much as I do".

"And what exactly is this we feel mister Creed?". Her tone is sarcastic.

He grins, he likes it when she calls him mister Creed.

"You and I are feral mates Kitten. You want me to claim you" his voice is dangerously dark and smooth "And I will have you".

She doesn't know how to reply. She feels a lot of things towards him. Urges. She's driven towards him, instinctively, she feels a connection she cannot even begin to describe. She just knows that she's never felt it before. But she won't tell him. Over her dead body.

When she doesn't reply, he reaches for her face, carefully lifting her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him.

"You belong with me and I will have you. The easy way or the hard way, I really don't give a shit. But I will get what I want".

And with that, he suddenly releases her and walks off.

For a few moments she doesn't move. She's frozen in one spot. Flabbergasted. But then she snaps out of her train of thoughts and quickly goes after him.

"Did you know?" she snaps as she follows him to where ever he's going.

"Know what?" he casually replies.

He enters his bedroom. It doesn't stop her. She follows him in. If she really wants to, she can always put up her shield barriers.

"10 years ago. When you came to visit Logan at Xavier's school. You saw me, but only for a few seconds before Logan shooed me away. I was 15. Did you know about it then?".

He knows what she's talking about, but he wants to hear her say it. He wants her to admit to it.

"Know what?" he taunts her.

She grinds her teeth together. She really doesn't want to say it. Asking the question would be admitting that there is something between them.

"About the feral bond" she finally admits "Did you sense or smell something back then that made you believe there was some sort of connection between us?".

His lips curl into a wicked grin "I wasn't sure" he admits honestly "You were only 15 and you were taking that fucking serum so it was hard to smell you. But I had a gut feeling somehow".

He remembers it like it was yesterday. He'd only caught a glimpse of her back then and it had confused him greatly. There was a slight wave coming off her. It stirred something inside of him, but only on a surface level so he managed to shake it off. Besides, when he heard about the serum he instantly lost all interest and respect for the young girl.

Of course that had changed now.

"So you tricked me" she defiantly crosses her arms in front of her "When you came to convince me to take this job. You tricked me. It wasn't about taking care of Zoe. And you didn't actually wanna help me with the serum so I could be my true self. You simply wanted me to think that you somehow gave a shit about my best interest. That you cared a little. But it was just a sham so you could claim me. Against my will, because apparantly that is also fine with you".

Again, her words spike him with great anger as he storms towards her. He yanks her arm and pulls her against him "I do care" he growls in her face.

She's a little taken back by those three words. And by his face so close to her face, his strong arms forcing her agains him. Even though he's been quite forcefull this entire discussion long, it didn't pop up in her mind to put up her shield barrier.

And she knows perfectly well why. She would never ever admit it, but her inner feral felt zero danger around Victor Creed. Quite the opposite actually. She feels more safe than she has ever felt in her entire life around anyone. And there is no logical explanation for that what so ever.

After a while he suddenly looses his grip and lets go of her arm.

"So what do you want from me now?" she asks him in all honesty, with an open mind. Because she is actually confused about what this all means.

"I want you to give this bond a chance".

His honest words touch something inside of her. She blinks at him several times "Fine" she replies "I will. But if I manage somehow to prove to you that there is no such thing as a feral bond, then you will release me from our contract and let me go. Deal?".

"Deal" he replies instantly and without any hesitation. He's not worried about the outcome.

"Alright" she carefully continues. A little hesitant now herself "So how do we prove the existence or non-existence of this so called feral bond to one another?".

"Glad you ask" he replies wickedly "I want something from you Kitten".

She takes a deep breath and sighs. This cannot be good.

"And what is it that you want Victor?".

"You" he growls "Here. In this bed. With me" he replies as he gestures towards his bed.

"No way!".

"If this bond is all bullshit, but you're still willing to give it a chance and prove me wrong, then you can stay here for a week. Spend time around me. Sleep in here. After that; you're free as a bird if that's what you really want".

"One night".

"Three nights" he sharply replies.

"Fine" she grumbles "For three night's I'll sleep in here with you. But if you come even close to raping me, or forcing yourself upon me or-"

She's suddenly caught off when he swiftly moves closer again, pulling her flush against him. His hand softly touches her face before he places his big hand around her neck. "Rape, Kitten? Really? Because last night that was me forcing myself upon you?".

She flushes red and doesn't know what to say. No. That may not have been rape, but it was intimidating and there was a tiny bit of force behind his actions.

The problem was: she liked it.

A lot.

Too much.

"Besides" he muses "You have nothing to fear from me tonight, cause I can smell you're about to enter your last cycle in a few hours".

"So?" she defiantly replies.

"You'll be feverish and you'll be weak. And if I claim you during it... you may not even survive".

She hates that word. Claim.

"Then why would you even wanna-"

"I told you Kitten" he cuts her off as his sharp talons slowly caresses her face "You will be my mate. And I will take care of you".

She's annoyed. But not nearly annoyed enough to ignore his warm body pressing against hers, his breath on her face and the feel of his hand tantalizing her facial skin.

She curses the effect he has on her.

He reaches into her hair as he suddenly claims her lips . The way he kisses her makes it clear that she already belongs to him and only him. A soft moan escapes her lips as she answers his kiss passionately. Her arms snake around his neck and in one swift move he lifts her ups, clutching her against him. Instinctively she wants to press closer to him, even though their bodies already leave no space in between. She can feel his heart beat somehow, and it's fast.

She may completely fail to resist him or his hunger for her, but she convinces herself that there is no feral bond proven just because she enjoys making out with him so much. His smell is simply irresistable and he's attractive. That's all...

He walks backwards towards the bed and sits them down, letting Rae sit on top of him with one leg on each side.

She can feel his arms and hands all over her. Moving over her dress, sliding up and down her bare legs.

Rae can't help herself. Without fully realizing it, she's grinding against him when she feels how hard he is. There's only the thin fabric of her panties and his jeans between them. Her hands make their way underneath his shirt. His body is rock hard and she loves the feel of his shoulders and arms.

His inner feral purrs. He wants to bury himself deep inside her so bad, he's never experienced anything like this.

"I- I- I-" she stammers as she breaks the kiss, not able to look into his eyes "I have to pick Zoe up from day care soon".

"Hmm" he muses as his big hands linger on her body, dissapointed that they stopped, and not willing to let her go yet "I think you should stay here like we agreed".

He catches her lips once more. Her arms snake around his neck again. She's easily persuaded as she presses herself against him.

"Noooooo" she moans and sighs as she breaks the kiss and tries to steady her breathing "I really have to" she chuckles as she leans forward. Her head resting against his, almost peacefully.

Victor grins wickedly as he looses his grip with one hand, but lets his other hand slowly roam higher up her leg and underneath her dress.

She quickly gets off him before he manages to change her mind again "I promised to pick her up at noon. Zoe and I going somewhere".

He cocks a brow "Where?".

"The butterfly garden"

"I'll come with you".

Her eyes grow big "Uuuh, okay".

Before she can walk off he quickly grabs her hair and pulls her back.

As he places a soft kiss on her lips he whispers "Tell me again there is no feral bond Kitten. I dare ya".

She swallows hard and licks her lips. She'd rather that he'd put his lips back where they were a second ago.

When she doesn't reply to his dare, he smirks "Good girl".