Chapter 14
The poker game turned out to be in a private room in one of the extremely swanky clubs that had not hired her. She rolled her eyes as the same doorman who'd looked her up and down like she was trash not all that long ago practically fawned over Logan and Victor as they escorted her into the club.
Logan's hand dropped to her ass more than once, giving her a squeeze (and tapping the plug) as they headed to the bar. "We'll get a drink from the bar and let our guy at the game know we're here," He explained as Victor ordered them both single barrel bourbon that she knew for a fact went for four hundred dollars a bottle easy.
"And for the lady," The bartender asked as he poured a couple fingers of bourbon into square cut glasses.
"Can you do an apple pie cocktail," Marie asked running her eyes over the whiskey bottles behind him. "Sub in Crown Royal Vanilla for the vanilla vodka?"
"Uh…"
She could see Victor's amused look out of the corner of her eye and shrugged, "Something soft then. Diet coke?"
"Comin' right up," The bartender seemed relieved. A tall glass of ice and soda was placed in front of her, and she smiled coolly.
"Thank you." Leaning against the bar and Logan equally she directed her attention towards the stage and the dancers wandering the floor. The dancers were good, but they weren't better than she was. They just all looked the same. Tall, slim, with improbably large breasts and tans. Only the hair and makeup differentiated them from each other.
"What's that about," Victor leaned down to murmur the question in her ear and Marie allowed herself a small smirk. He knew something was up if she messed with the service staff of a place. She'd spent too long as a waitress to be comfortable acting like a spoiled brat in a store or restaurant.
"I auditioned here the first week we arrived," Marie shivered as Logan pressed against her back, one hand squeezing her ass and tapping the plug he'd pressed into it (again). "Sugar…"
"Problem," He pressed a kiss to her neck.
"Not at all," Marie bit her lip as Victor's hand drifted to his pocket and she felt the vibrator move slightly inside her, slow rotations that teased more than they satisfied.
"And they didn't hire you," Victor continued their conversation. "They say why?"
"I'm…" She took a breath as the vibrator increased and then slowed again. "I'm not the right type. Too short, too pale…"
"Idiots," Victor dismissed the entirety of the club's staff. For a moment his attention was diverted from her face by the bartender placing a keycard next to his drink. "Good," He picked it up and leaned forward to nuzzle her neck. His voice, a low growl, "We can smell your want sweetness… how the hell we're going to concentrate on the game…" The vibrator increased its motions again and Marie shuddered.
Logan's rough, hungry voice from behind her, fingers tracing the length of her spine down to the zip of her dress, "I still say that we fuck her in another room, let her drip with us through the game."
"She's getting so wet, might have to," Victor agreed with a hungry snarl. "Let's see the game first, introduce her."
"An' let all of 'em know our woman is off limits," Logan followed his older brother's line of thought very well. Marie felt as if her skin had become too tight with all their teasing.
"Honey," She nearly mewled the endearment belonging solely to her older mate.
"Still," Oh she knew that tone. Victor, feline feral that he was, loved to tease and play with her. "She didn't want us to mess up her outfit. Remember?"
"We take the dress off her it won't get mussed, right," Logan, thank God for his practical brain. And unwillingness to wait to fuck her. He wasn't always patient (Thank God!) but he always took care of her, usually immediately.
"Now you're thinkin'," Victor smirked down at her. "Love to see you like this sweetness," He practically crooned. "Those beautiful eyes, dilated with want, biting your lip to hold back your moans for us." His gaze dipped to her breasts, "Pretty tits all tight and begging for our mouths."
"Kinda makes me wanna fuck her right in front of 'em," Logan muttered. "Show her off. Show how good she takes us both." That got her attention and her eyes, lids drooping with lust, flew open and fixed on Victor's face. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about someone not her men being in the room with them while Logan and Victor took her. And she'd thought she knew how they felt about it. Of course, Logan wasn't above teasing her either.
"Nah," Victor immediately (bless him) dismissed that idea. "Don't mind the idea of them hearing her scream for us," His eyes intent on her face took in that slight easing of the tension (and not the good kind) Logan's suggestion had wrought. That sensual mouth curved in a wicked smile, "How do you feel about one way glass sweetness? Remember what I said we'd do with you baby?"
Intrigued was her first thought. Not that she was in any state to speak coherently about it since he'd increased the vibration of the toy inside her and Logan had taken advantage of her distraction to again squeeze her ass and tap the plug between her cheeks. And recalling an earlier conversation and the titillating things they'd described. Her breath caught in her throat, and she shuddered almost violently between the two of them as a small climax rolled through her unexpectedly.
"Fuck," Victor growled. "We'll introduce her after. Jimmy, get us a room next to the game. Now." The last word snapped out with another snarl and Logan gave her ass one more squeeze before he got the bartender's attention and, in less than five minutes, another keycard.
"Got it," Logan took the lead, winding his way through the club to the discreet doors disguising an elevator. The doors had barely slid open before Victor tugged her inside and took her mouth hungrily. She felt the elevator rising, Logan's hands on her hips and his mouth on her neck. When the car came to a stop he didn't wait for her to move, sweeping her up into his arms and striding down the dark hall to another locked door.
The second keycard put to use, lights flicked on, dim and moody, revealing a wide chaise, several chairs and a small stage and pole. "Get her dress off before I fuckin' tear it," Victor ordered his brother.
Logan's mouth moved as quickly as his hands as he set her on her feet, working on the zipper while his lips came down on hers in a hard demanding kiss. Cool air on her bare skin, her upper thighs, and Victor's fingers pulling down the scrap of silk while Logan's fingers removed the balconette bra. Now she was completely nude except for her heels and the jewels they'd given her, while the two of them remained clothed.
"Perfect," Victor growled. "Jimmy, get that plug out of her pretty ass." He was already removing the vibrator from her pussy, pressing the buzzing length to her clit.
"Oh…god…honey…please honey…" Marie moaned against Logan's mouth as she trembled with the renewed building need. "Victor…" The plug was tugged out of her, and she mewled in desperation at the empty feeling.
"What'd you need darlin'," Logan's teeth tugged at the curve of her ear while his hands squeezed and kneaded her ass.
"Please sugar…please fuck me…" She begged as Victor's mouth found her breasts and began to suck on the tight tips, laving them with his slightly rough tongue. His fingers had replaced the vibrator on her clit, and she heard his approving groan as he felt the slickness of her pussy.
"Vic," She heard Logan's zipper, felt the wide blunt head of his cock rubbing between the cheeks of her ass.
"Condom, lube, and yeah," Victor's gold grey eyes danced as he looked up at her. Funny how he was on his knees, sucking on her tits but he was still so dominant, so clearly in charge of her pleasure and to a lesser extent Logan's.
"Got it," Logan's cock, latex covered and slickened teased her ass until she was trying to push back onto him. "Eager for it aren't you darlin'," Wicked wonderful smirk in his voice. "Never know this was virgin territory until you met us would you?"
Victor's hand gave her ass a quick hot swat, "Answer him sweetness." His mouth moved down her stomach, caressing her hips and his fingers spread her open for his mouth. Hot breath on her clit, sending shivers through her.
"Unghh…no, I want it so bad, you make it so good," Marie moaned her answer. Her reward was Victor's mouth surrounding her clit, licking and sucking, taking her breath away.
"Vic's gonna make you come and I'm gonna fill your ass darlin'," Logan nipped her neck with his teeth, one hand curving over her ribs to clamp firmly onto her breast, palming and squeezing it. "You want it? Hmm? Tell me."
"Unghh…I do," She couldn't think, making her talk was torture. Her head dropped back to Logan's shoulder exposing her neck and the marks on it. "Please sugar…please fuck my ass…I need it. Need it so bad sugar."
"You know when I'll fill you," His cock teased and pressed and rubbed against her rosebud, and never pushed forward enough to satisfy. "You gotta come on Vic's mouth."
"Please… sugar, please… I need it," Marie panted and begged, Victor's lips around her clit driving her insane. "I'm so empty…please…"
"Come for us then," Logan began to push against her rosebud, forcing it open slightly before withdrawing in the worst tease yet. "Can't have it until you come baby."
Victor's fingers, claw tipped, traced over the tender skin inside her thighs, perfect little stings of need blooming through her as he sucked harder, and she could feel it coming. "Ohh…ohgodohgod…Victor… I… yes…please honey…please…" One last hard flex of his mouth and the delicious rough texture of his tongue and she wailed his name.
An instant after that Logan's cock invaded her ass, the sudden thick length of him wonderful and shocking both as her body struggled between pleasure and the tight stinging ache as she stretched around him. "Unghh…fuck…" His growl of pleasure in her ear as his hands gripped her hips tightly.
"That's it Jimmy, balls deep in our woman, she looks so fuckin' good skewered on your cock," Victor growled. "Love how you look sweetness, so overwhelmed, so needy…"
"Please…Victor…honey… fill me," Marie begged. "I need it…need you…" She did. While she loved the rare occasions Logan and Victor took her separately from the other, nothing could compare to the wonder of her two men having her simultaneously.
"We'll take care of you baby," He promised as Logan pulled out slightly and tugged her back onto his body, seating them both on the chaise and leaning back. "Jimmy, you good?" He was a considerate alpha, part of her always recognized his need to be certain his brother, the Wolverine who was so dominant in his own way, was comfortable with having the Sabretooth over him. Marie shuddered as Logan's hands slid down her outer thighs to her knees and tugged her legs apart, exposing her flushed, wet slit to their alpha's gaze.
"Yeah," Logan groaned, his hips flexing under her ass, minute movements inside her that felt massive she was so tight around him, and had her gasping for more. "She needs it hard Vic. Give it to her. She's so fuckin' tight around my dick."
Victor opened his slacks and Marie couldn't help licking her lips or the little mewl of want as he pulled out the thick ruddy length of his prick. "Should see her from this angle Jimmy, licking her lips like she can't fuckin' wait for it." He rubbed the head over her slick opening, teasing her again, "Think you got two in you? Or do we need to switch halfway through?"
"I've got two in me, for her, you know that," Logan groaned. "You got her legs?"
His older brother had already tugged her thighs up to wrap around his waist, "Yeah. Play with her tits Jimmy."
Marie shuddered as Victor began to press forward, that hard length slowly pushing into her, making her split and stretch around him in an entirely different way than Logan, no less wonderful or satisfying as he filled her body, "Unghh…honey…ohgodohgod…oohhhh…please…"
Filled until she could burst with the pleasure of it, her body completely out of her control, trying to move her hips, and at their mercy, unable to do anything to achieve that orgasm so tantalizingly out of her reach. And then Victor's hips rolled to hers, his hands gripped her ass while Logan's palmed her breasts. A long low moan echoed between the three of them and Marie felt her body slicken even more around Victor's as he moved.
"Fuck, so wet baby," He groaned and began to move. Harder, faster, hips slapping to hers.
Logan groaning, matching his brother's pace, the drag of his thick cock through her delicate tissues, "So hot…tight…darlin'…"
"I…I'm… please…oh god…please…" She begged, incoherent (again) with need, shuddering.
"Come for us sweetness," Victor's lust filled snarl of an endearment and order. "I want to feel this sweet slick pussy clutching around my dick baby. Give it to me." Every stroke of his body hit the end of her in wonderful jarring bliss.
"Come around us darlin'," Logan's hands tugged and pinched her nipples rough and tender. "Let us feel it."
The two of them had such a hold over her, on her body, her need for them, their love for her and hers for them, she couldn't resist, couldn't help but obey her alphas, part of her loving the surrender, part of her proud she could bring them to such demands. "Unghh… Yes!" She nearly screamed as her thighs tightened and pulled around Victor's waist, forcing him further inside her, breaching her womb while her body tightened and locked around Logan, flexing and dragging him deeper, the base of his cock grinding into her ass. Ecstasy, lava filled blood, pounding in her ears, almost drowning out the twin roars of her name as her men emptied their balls into her body.
"Beautiful," Victor praised, kissing her again. "You good baby?" He never failed to ask, never forgot her relative delicacy compared to the two of them. Her breathless nod and loving response to his kiss didn't give her much of a respite though, her own fault really, but her appetite for them never felt completely satisfied. "That's our woman," His hand squeezed her hip. "Now you're gonna ride Jimmy."
His brother's hands gently lifted her, Logan disposing of the condom and tugging her mouth down to his cock, "That's it darlin', let me feel that pretty tongue for a minute…get me so hard for you so damn quick baby."
He wasn't wrong, whether it was because she was their mate, or their feral refractory period (which seemed nil at times) he was already nearly erect and pulsing precum against her lips. Behind her, she could hear Victor dealing with a condom and heard him groan as he watched her suck his brother.
She sometimes wondered if the two of them simply put little bottles of lube and condoms in their pockets as a matter of course when they were getting ready for the day, just in case the opportunity to have her presented itself. She was starting to believe that was the case for never in her history with her men had they ever been without either of what Victor considered necessities for the two of them to have her together.
A warm trickle on the crack of her ass and Victor's big hands pulling her cheeks apart, "God you're so pretty sweetness." He groaned and began to rub the head of his cock against her. "Is he ready for you baby? Climb on top of him now."
"Hmm…" Marie smirked down at her lover. "You ready to give my pussy a good hard fuck sugar?"
"Get the fuck over here," Logan growled and grabbed her. She could tell he would have spread her over him and simply pushed home but for his older brother's warning growl of his name. A slight pause and Logan's fingers began to tease her clit as he slowly filled her body.
The two of them, strange as it was to think, were fairly evenly matched in their endowments. They were brothers after all, and a certain amount of similarity was expected. Logan might not have had the exact same length as Victor, but he was thicker, just enough that every time it felt as though she could tear in two around him with too rough a thrust. A wonderful slightly stinging ache of want whenever he pushed into her. Victor's length was such that whenever he fucked her, she could feel the head of his cock hit her cervix. At first strange and borderline uncomfortable unless he was careful, now she craved the feeling of knowing he was so deep inside her, hitting the end of her each time with a jolt of bliss and coming directly into her womb.
She'd read somewhere that a woman's body grew accustomed to the shape of her husband's (or regular lover's) cock. That the body would adapt to make intercourse more comfortable. It had been a while ago and she might be getting the details wrong, but she couldn't help but wonder how that would work in a situation like hers? Would she eventually be able to take Logan hard and fast, without that slight hesitation to ensure her readiness? Would she no longer feel the wonderful collision of Victor's body to hers so deep inside? She absolutely hated the thought of it. Nothing could feel better than this, right now.
Logan pushing up into her, pulling her body down to his with barely restrained need to be inside her, making her pant with need. Victor gently pressing her upper body forward, so she was bent over Logan, her breasts pressed to that hard chest. Victor's lube slicked cock, pushing into her ass in a long slow thrust that never failed to make her gasp in suddenly satisfied and simultaneously increasing lust.
"Ohh…honey… so good…" She moaned at the feel of the two of them filling her again. "Please…hard…"
"Hard," Victor teased her, his hands on her hips. "We are hard in you sweetness."
"Wanna hear you tell us," Logan's mouth sucked hot lovebites into her shoulders between words. "You know, we could fill you over and over darlin'."
"Make you drip until that little scrap of silk excuse for panties is completely soaked and useless," Victor agreed. "That bit of lace wouldn't do much to keep our cum from dripping down your thighs."
The two of them, damn them and their near telepathic method of communication, slow steady thrusts when she was craving them, hard, rough, taking what they wanted. She knew what they wanted; they were alike in other ways too. Dominant alphas. She knew this game too though and if she gave in too quickly it wasn't nearly as satisfying for any of them.
"Oh please… I need it…" Marie mewled, trying to increase the pace of their thrusts, her attempts to move her hips as useful as tits on a bull. "Sugar…"
"What do you need sweetness," Victor's hand teased her hip, claws edging out to give her that delicious little scrape on her skin. One of Logan's hands captured her wrists and held them easily tugging them forward so her upper body was arched over his mouth. His lips and teeth tugged and scraped at her nipples, groaning as he felt her get even wetter around him. Victor's palm caressed and rubbed one ass cheek before it came down with a sharply stinging smack. "Tell us or we can't take care of you baby."
Almost, almost there, she'd know when his tone changed, when their need would turn from teasing to dominant determination to possess and pleasure her. "Please…Victor… I want it… honey…"
"What?" Oh, that growl. Perfect, panty drenching and possessive of her body, her responses, her pleasure. Claws pricked the skin of her other hip, hand tight against her skin, controlling their pace. "Is this not enough sweetness? Tell me." A snarled order, his tone sliding into those deeper registers.
Logan's hand tightened on her wrists, his growl against her breast an echo of Victor's, "We want to hear it. Now."
Ohh…yes… her skin prickled with sensation; these were her alphas. Her mates. The teasing had gone on long enough…time for all three of them to be satisfied. "Unghh…alpha… please…fuck me…fuck your mate…hard…fill me… give it to me, hard and rough… I'm yours…please…"
Twin groaning growls, the atmosphere in the room shifting, and she felt Victor's claws slide out a bit further, the sting of skin parting under them, perfect and sweet while his hand came down with a hard smack on her ass. "Take it," He bent down to her neck. "You'll take what we give you mate. All of it."
"Yes…" She mewled her pleasure as the two of them began to take her, Logan's hand bracketing her wrists in his iron grip, at the small of her back forcing her chest out, practically presenting her breasts for his mouth. Victor's palm came down hard on her cheek, stinging hot and she knew the pale skin would bloom red for him. "Yes…please…"
"So pretty… such pretty white skin…turning such a lovely shade of red," He growled as he spanked her and began to increase his pace. "You love to take our cocks like this don't you sweetness? You need your ass fucked hard don't you? Need a good spanking, need Jimmy to hold you tight, just for us."
"I do…" She shuddered and moaned as they began to piston in and out of her. "Please…I need it… use me… so good…" Hotter and hotter, it built, until she wasn't sure how much more she could take and never wanted it to end. Victor's love talk, dirty and adoring, Logan's inability to speak, conveying his love with his hands and mouth.
"Baby," He was getting close… she could smell her blood, knew it was making him crazy, that combination of a little of her blood and sex. Knowing she loved it as much as he did. Needed this as badly as the two of them. Logan's grip on her wrists implacable, snarling against her tits before sucking hard on his mark on her neck.
"Unghh…please…yes…please…honey… Yes…" Gasping, struggling to breathe against the inferno they were stoking within her. "I'm…"
"That's it baby," He always got just a touch harder. Both of them did really, as if they were meant to ram themselves into her on their final strokes. "Come for us baby. Give it to us."
"Ohgod…god…god!" Marie knew it was coming and still, the ecstasy of it, the sheer heat and bliss, caught her unawares, her body spasming and clutching around them, completely lost to the sensations they'd caused. Victor's hands, near bruising on her hips as he pushed harder, deeper into her while Logan's body shuddered and ground his hips to hers with a smothered snarl of her name a moment before Victor's jaws snapped shut around her shoulder, marking her again with a possessive growl.
Victor, nuzzling her, licking the new mark, a quiet sigh when she felt it heal and a kiss to the newly smooth skin before he gently removed his body from hers and got rid of the condom. Logan's mouth, sweet and soft, kissing her, his hand releasing her wrists and sliding up her spine. "What'd you think darlin'," He looked up at her with a wicked smile.
"Hmm…" Marie stretched, rolling her neck and arching her back, and sighed in satisfaction. "I think if this is what the two of you had in mind it's a lot of fun." She lifted her body off of Logan's and noted in amusement that her heels had stayed on.
"Maybe next time we spit-roast her," Logan smiled wickedly. "Fuck her so hard her tits bounce."
"Or one of us does her while the other watches, take turns with her," Victor suggested watching her and obviously noting the shiver of lust that traveled over her skin.
"Are the ones watchin' us now…at the poker game," Marie picked up her panties and bra from the table and was made to drop them.
"They are, and they all know better than do anything but look," Victor kissed her hard on the mouth. "And just because we fucked you good before the game, doesn't mean we're not going to do the same after." He held up the slender vibrator. "Spread those pretty legs and present for us sweetness."
Oh lord. She shivered and spread her knees on the end of the chaise, bending over and pressing her shoulders and head to the cushion. "Hm…is this good honey?"
"Perfect," Logan's hands teased her breasts. "Vic you got her?"
"Yeah," The lube trickled over her ass, and she felt the thick head of their favored plug pressing into her. The vibrator was next, and immediately turned on, buzzing inside her until she was moaning and shuddering. "That's it…so pretty… you can come around it if you need to baby. Go on…scream for us."
Hot, violent need, Logan's fingers pulling on her nipples, Victor's hands, squeezing her ass, tapping the plug and making it move inside her until she couldn't do anything else but scream as the orgasm swept over her.
"Fuck. So beautiful," Logan groaned. "We'd better get her dressed or we'll start fucking her again and we'll never make the game."
"Hmm…" His older brother must have agreed because the vibrator slowed to its slow teasing pace again. The two of them dressed her as easily as they'd undressed her and by the time Logan was zipping up her dress she'd regained some of her equilibrium. A look in the mirror she knew was a window for the next room and she straightened her ponytail and refreshed the lip stain she'd half bitten off. Her eyes were still fine, amazingly enough, and her jewelry had stayed on.
"Ready?" Victor offered her his arm and Marie smiled. No matter what, Victor and Logan treated her as if she was a lady in public. Even if they did completely debauch her in private (okay, relatively private this time).
Victor was right, no one at the poker game even mentioned she and her men and what had happened on the other side of the now curtained window. There were a few assessing looks but no one behaved as if they thought any less of her. The friend who'd invited them did turn out to be a Cajun (she'd half thought they'd described him as such due to being from Louisiana) with the accent to match, charm oozing out of his pores and very odd black and red eyes. "Logan, Victor, Remy's very glad to see you old friends. We'll resume play in a minute or two when our banker and dealers return. But cards are not nearly so interestin' as this beautiful Mam'selle."
"Marie, this is LeBeau," Logan introduced her. "Most of the time he's all right."
"A pleasure to meet you," LeBeau had stood and extended his hand and when she'd offered hers bowed over it and kissed her knuckles. "Remy LeBeau, though there's a few folk out there call me Gambit."
Marie knew better than to give her last name or the mutant name she'd taken for herself. No telling who was out there and had heard about Rogue. "Nice to meet you Mister LeBeau."
"Please, Remy cannot stand formalities between him an' a beautiful woman," He gestured for Victor and Logan to take their seats and chuckled when Victor tugged her into his lap. "I'd never have thought there be a woman on this green earth could unite the two of you." He gestured between the brothers with an amused smile.
"Well, she's one of a kind," Victor's smile was friendly, but with an edge.
"Honey, somethin' wrong," Marie murmured for his (and Logan's) ears only.
"He's a flirt," Logan told her with a smirk at LeBeau. "He can't help himself."
Victor nodded, "He's never met a woman he couldn't charm."
She chuckled and leaned against him wondering when they'd start to play. LeBeau sat at the head of the table, but everything felt fairly informal. Right up until the manager of the club walked in (the same one who wouldn't hire her) and took a seat at the small desk on the opposite side of the room. He was followed by two girls, one of whom took a seat at the center of the table opposite Logan and picked up the deck of cards.
"How's all of it work," Marie kept her voice down and was rewarded with only Logan and Victor reacting. Though LeBeau glanced in her direction for a moment before continuing his conversation with the player on his left.
"The club kind of…sponsors the game. They're the bank, provide the dealers and the chips," Victor murmured quietly. "The dealers work for tips. Because the club is the bank, they make money off bottle service, food, drinks, that sort of thing. And the players'll tip him too if they win big."
"They don't make money off the game," Marie looked at Logan curiously.
"Nah," He shook his head. "If they charge anyone to make a bet, it's illegal. This way, it's a friendly game. They charge a vig, it's an illegal gambling ring."
"Is it hard to do," Marie tilted her head.
"You've gotta be calm," Victor took up the explanation. "Gotta know the games. Gotta be able to figure the debts, how much you're carrying if players can't pay up, how much they're into the bank for, that sort of thing." He nodded towards the dealer, "Dealers can make quite a bit in tips. And there's less risk."
"And if you're the bank you don't play the game," Marie murmured thoughtfully.
"Nope," He shook his head. "C'mon, we gotta buy in now that the bank is here."
"How much is it," She slid off his lap easily and shivered as he took the opportunity to play with the vibrator's remote.
"For this game, about ten grand," Victor shrugged off the amount as if it was pocket change. Marie tilted her head as he and Logan exchanged account numbers with the club manager/bank.
"No cash," She murmured as they returned to the table and Logan pulled her into his lap.
"My turn," He smirked at his brother. "You feel like a bottle?"
"Yeah," Victor signaled the other girl who'd come in, apparently when she wasn't a dealer she'd be a waitress. Both of the women were provocatively dressed, just short of a dancer's costume, and wore towering heels. "A bottle of bourbon, Blanton's if you've got it." He looked at Marie, "Sweetness, you want another coke?"
"That'd be nice honey, thank you," Marie nodded with a smile.
"Now we begin to have the fun," LeBeau grinned. "Ma petite you aren't goin' to play with us?"
"Well," Marie gave him her widest, sweetest, dancer's smile, "Since I'm not your little one, I don't know that the question pertains to me. But no, I won't be playing. I don't have an understanding of the game." She winked at Victor. "I'm just here to enjoy the company of my men."
"Poker isn't a spectator sport," The club manager had risen from behind his desk and surveyed the table. "If you aren't playing you shouldn't be in the room."
That got an irritated look from every man at the table, including LeBeau, and Marie stood, "If I'm not welcome at the table I can easily wait in the bar."
"No," Logan and Victor stood, the denial spoken in unison. "No," Victor continued. "If our woman isn't welcome as a spectator then we'll be going."
"Mam'selle, you are not intending to cheat us are you," LeBeau smiled charmingly.
"I don't see how I could cheat ya'll, I just said I don't know anythin' about the game," Marie shrugged.
"Let us educate you then," LeBeau flicked his fingers at the manager. "I'll stake her buy in. An' we'll teach Mam'selle Marie the joys of poker."
"LeBeau, we can stake her," Victor gave the man a half smile. The Cajun seemed to be the only one in the room besides Marie who wasn't unnerved by the sheer size and hard expressions of her men. "That's not the point."
"Yeah, the longer I'm in this club the less I like it," Logan agreed.
"Well, our host is a trifle…preemptory but apart from that, he's not so bad," LeBeau chuckled. "The ladies are excellent dealers, and the liquor is first rate."
Marie smiled and leaned against Logan, "They mean how this is one of the clubs that didn't want to hire me."
All three of the club employees looked at her and seemed to give a collective shrug. The manager waved her off, "She's not the right type."
The air around Victor seemed to chill… not literally of course but there were times when her man was simply so angry it was as if the room darkened with his mood. It never failed to give her a little shiver of concern. She didn't worry about his anger being directed at her. Or Logan, though honestly Logan sometimes seemed to enjoy provoking his older brother when he was in this mood. But a furious Sabretooth was (as history showed) a reckless Sabretooth and she didn't want anything to happen to him.
"Victor," Logan murmured his brother's name. "Is he really worth getting blood on your shoes?"
That phrase seemed to remind the older feral that satisfying though it might be to tear into the manager with claws and teeth, there were consequences for every action. "Victor, if ya'll want a guys night, I can take a cab home," Marie offered quietly.
"No," Victor turned and stared down at her, gold practically glowing in his eyes. "You're our woman. LeBeau invited us, said specifically to bring you as a guest so we wouldn't be leaving you home alone."
"And so I did," LeBeau stood. "And if the Mam'selle is unwelcome then Remy finds himself no longer interested in the…entertainments offered by this establishment." He sketched a brief bow in the direction of the other players before bending his annoyed gaze upon the manager. "An' you may cash Remy out immediately." Judging from the sizeable stack of chips that would be painful for the bank.
Logan wrapped his arm around her waist and Marie leaned against him as Victor simply gave the manager a cold stare. "If I don't see our buy ins back in the accounts by the time we're home for the night, I'll be back. And I won't care how much blood I get on my shoes when I take it out of your hide."
He turned and gestured towards the door, "Get our woman out of this cesspool." A testament to Logan's agreement with Victor's assessment, he didn't bristle or even grimace at the order.
"A pleasure to meet ya'll," Marie gave LeBeau and the other players a smile and a little wave as Logan escorted her out, Victor following closely behind.
"LeBeau, you find another place that's friendlier to guests, be nice to enjoy a game with you," Victor informed the Cajun curtly.
"Remy, he'd be delighted to locate a friendly game," LeBeau called back in what Marie assumed was his usual charming manner.
"Maybe ya'll could teach me poker," Marie suggested quietly as they walked to the elevator.
"We could," Victor smirked. "Once you actually understand the game we could play for clothes."
"Honey are you trying to rope me into a game of strip poker," Marie gave him a faux shocked look and got a wicked grin. The elevator doors opened and as they stepped on LeBeau came down the hall. A courteous hold of the doors had the Cajun stepping into the car.
"If there is to be strip poker with the mam'selle, Remy, he is ready to play," He chuckled at Victor's growl and Logan's roll of his eyes. "A jest only," He held up his hands as if in surrender.
Marie took Victor's hand, and in a move she knew he adored, lifted it to her lips and sucked on one of his claws. To Victor, she was proclaiming she was his (and Logan's) and simultaneously proving her acceptance of his extremely dangerous (and occasionally crazed) feral. "Sweetness, you keep doing that you'll be on your knees in this elevator, and I won't give a damn LeBeau is here."
Logan's hand on her waist tightened slightly before it drifted down to squeeze the cheek of her ass and Marie shivered even as she blushed. She knew that LeBeau had obviously been one of the men on the other side of that window. It had been easy to ignore since no one had mentioned sex. Now though, there was a glint in his eyes.
"Your woman, if she don' mind, Remy don' mind neither," LeBeau smiled, nearly as wicked as her men.
"He's your friend," Marie looked up at Logan. "When Victor walked in on the three of you?"
"Yeah," Logan chuckled. "LeBeau's the one."
"Seems as if ya'll owe him a show," She smirked up at her older mate.
"Though someone in the room with you was…off-putting," Victor rumbled, gold in his eyes as he stared down at her.
"You an' Logan like to blindfold me," Marie shrugged. "If the two of you trust him… Ain't that the same as one way glass?"
"Sweetness have I mentioned that I love how you think?" Victor smirked.
"Maybe some other time," Logan suggested as the elevator doors opened. "Call us if you find another game Gambit."
"That Remy will certainly do," The Cajun agreed.
They hadn't seen LeBeau again for a week or so. Victor and Logan had taken her back to the house and spent the rest of the night toying with her and then exhausting her with their attentions. So much so that she'd slept until nearly one in the afternoon the next day.
Victor had decided to take her shopping and then to the beach, and finally as they were sitting under a rented umbrella watching the waves brought up what was on his mind. "Sweetness, you know if you're not comfortable with something you can say so right? If we're into something you don't like, you don't have to go along with it just because we're yours and you're ours."
"Honey, what're you talkin' about," Marie took his hand and stroked her thumb over his knuckles.
"This thing, exhibitionism, if you're only doing it because Jimmy an' me like it, that ain't what we want," He turned his hand in hers, his fingertips gentle, claws retracting to the faintest points. "You were fairly unnerved by the idea of people in the room with us."
No one would ever think this man, who could be so savage in his dealings with others, would be so attentive and protective of her, even against himself. She smiled, "Victor, so far everything you and Logan have introduced me to, as far as kinks, has been enjoyable. I'm used to men looking at me as an object, they rarely see dancers as anything else, but the two of you never have."
"That doesn't mean that if you're not into something you grin and bear it for our sakes," He reminded her pointedly.
"True," She nodded. "And when you two ask me to try something, I think about it, how it could make me feel." One corner of her mouth tilted wryly, "Trust me honey, if you two had tried half of what we like now on me back when we'd first met, I might've sent you packing."
"You were still pretty innocent, especially considering where we found you," He chuckled. "I've seen you reading…come across anything you feel like is a hard no?"
"I love when you and Logan tie me to the bed," She smiled. "And when you two displayed me at the club, Logan's hands kept me bound. I enjoyed that. But cuffs when we're not safe at home spook me."
"I get that," Victor's eyes darkened to thunder grey, and she knew he was remembering how he'd been confined. How she'd been kept cuffed by Magneto, Toad and Mystique and he'd let them do it. "How'd you like…being displayed like that? Me spanking you?"
"Hmm..." She shivered as she recalled the incredible sensation of his powerful hands smacking her cheeks. "The idea made me nervous at first. But you and Logan always make me feel safe. Like you'll kill anyone who tries to touch what's yours."
"We would," Victor told her bluntly. "Especially if they scared you." He didn't seem to think anymore need be said on the topic, "But people watching, did it bother you? During or after?"
"Not during," She considered what she'd been feeling. "I was too wound up with what you two were doing to me. How good it felt. I just wanted to touch you more. Feel your skin."
"And after?" His gaze intent, she knew he'd address the rest later. Victor was nothing if not methodical.
"I was concerned the men who'd watched would comment on it, talk about it to you or each other, like I wasn't there, or as if it didn't matter if I was or not," Marie described the nerves that had twisted her stomach. "I wondered if they'd ask questions, ask me things, about the two of you, as if what we had done was subject to a review or I was a toy they could buy. Like I was…inviting comment by putting on a show with you two."
"Jimmy and I would never take you anywhere people won't respect you Marie," Victor told her firmly. "There are…rules…for behavior. Just like at a gentleman's club, no touching, no sex, observation only."
"That's…reassuring actually," She half smiled. "Can you explain them to me?"
"With the folks who do professional sex shows, they're used to a certain amount of interaction with the audience," He smiled. "Comments, suggestions, praise, but again, unless its invited, no one touches but the players."
"And amateurs," She tilted her head thoughtfully.
"The clubs you can go to, for exhibitionism, voyeurism, bondage, S an' m, they're usually run by somebody who knows how dangerous those kinds of games can be if the rules aren't clear," Victor had a tone to his voice that suggested he had a great deal of experience with those places. And that he wasn't entirely sure how she'd react to it. It was as if he didn't understand just how bad a strip club could be. "They've got security; anyone breaking the rules gets thrown out. Usually literally. But people who'd watched would pay you, or me and Jimmy, compliments, on your looks or response to us. They might pose hypotheticals, but it's understood that touching is by invitation only. Nothing meant in a derogatory way. People who look down on other people's kinks don't last long at those clubs."
"You want to bring me to one of those clubs honey," Marie wondered.
"Sometimes I do," He nodded, still a bit wary. "Show off how beautiful and sexy our woman is. Take you in one of their viewing rooms and make you come over and over."
"Not onstage," Part of her had wondered if those places were safe enough that Victor and Logan would be comfortable putting on a 'live' show.
"Onstage…" He licked his lips and she knew that he'd thought about it. He was dominant enough to find it titillating. So was Logan, and she had no doubt that Victor's brother would thoroughly enjoy displaying her. "Part of me, yeah." Those grey eyes, gold and so dark, lust and worry combining in their depths. "The other part, we wouldn't be able to trust that you'd be safe. You're more important than showing off."
"Well honey, you know that I dance, and I'm damn near naked for most of it," She smiled at him. "And I ain't a stranger to the idea of folks havin' sex in a club, though in the clubs I've worked that's kept quiet, even more so if the dancer's getting' paid for it."
"Clubs like the ones I'm talking about, they've got a two drink minimum, but there's no way they'd stay in business legally if anyone got paid except some of the professional performers on stage. And those come under performance art usually," He shook his head. "What you're talking about is illegal prostitution sweetness. And there's a world of difference." His eyes were fixed on her face, "That suggestion you made, having LeBeau watch the three of us, while you're blindfolded… Did you like the idea or were you just saying it to get me hotter for you?"
"A little of both honestly," She wouldn't lie to him. Prevarication maybe, but a lie, no. "Part of me, if the two of you trust him, thinks it could be fun. Especially if the two of you like it. But most guys…I haven't seen a lot of evidence of most guys having much self-control."
"Hmm…" Thankfully Victor didn't seem to take that concern as a lack of faith in his ability to protect her. "Anything else you didn't like when you read about it?"
"When you spank me, or when your claws or fangs scrap me, I'm always…revved up, you could say," She had to say this right. "I love it. I love how it feels. How you'll position me, touch me and praise me, and then give me that little smack. It's incredible." Her lover nodded, thoughtful, for her to continue and Marie took another deep breath. "But the idea of nipple clamps or…piercings…" She shook her head, "That just doesn't appeal."
"You're more spontaneous," Victor nodded and smiled. "And if Jimmy decided to tie you to the bed and use every part of you while I watched?"
"Hmm…" Marie shivered at the thought, her entire body tightening with lust.
"And if I made you present to me, and not move, while I teased you and spanked you, got a few toys out to use on you," He raised an eyebrow as her arousal became obvious, nipples tight and pushing against her swimsuit.
"What kind of toys honey," She murmured, licking her lips.
"I'll show you when we get home," He stood and helped her up, grabbing their things and scooped her into his arms, carrying her to their vehicle. "And we're gonna stop along the way. I need to fuck that luscious mouth."
"You want me to start that while you're driving," Marie gave him a mischievous smirk and giggled when he groaned.
Author's Note: So a little bit of set up for the future. And also a bit of a discussion of the various kinks the brothers have gotten Marie into. Contrary to a lot of romantic fiction, it is better to actually talk about sex and relationships. Especially when one partner(s) is more experienced than the other. It seemed like something Victor (as the older and slightly more dominant brother/feral) would do in order to make sure their mate is happy and not feeling pressured into doing anything because they want it and she wants to please them.