Chapter 5: Heal you

(Rewritten)

She woke up on the other lab table next to the Wolverine whom she had healed last night. Only partially though, since there were more treatments required.

Afterwards, Creed had given her a choice: the cell or the lab. She had chosen the lab since it was still better than a dark and scary cell. But she hardly slept, the lights in the lab were always on and her 'bed' was an empty surgeon's table. Every limb in her body felt sore and roughed up when she woke. Thank fuck for feral healing factor. At least she had found some clean clothes in the lab.

She decided Creed's bedside manners were terrible. She needed a fucking bed to sleep in. But she knew better than to ask.

Whatever, it was his problem if this healing mission took longer than necessary because she was hardly sleeping and therefor tired as hell. This way, he would just have to endure her presence a lot longer than he liked and it would be his own damn fault if she'd be cranky all the time.

Who was she kidding though? He would just use it as a reason to manhandle her for talking back. Something which would eventually grow old and anyway.

"Ylva".

She quickly looked up, it was Mystique. She liked Mystique, the shape shifter was nice to her so she deserved to be greeted with a smile. Of course Ylva had no idea about the shit she did in her spare time or when she was on mission for the Brotherhood. But to be fair, she didn't care much for it either. She'd been through a world of shit thanks to humans hating on mutants. The world was full of shit and then you die. C'est la vie. She wouldn't judge the blue woman. All that mattered was that she was nice to her.

Mystique returned her smile "Boss wants to see you".

Her eyes opened wide "Did I do something wrong?"

Mystique laughed softly "No, I don't you think did. Don't worry about it darling, c'mon" she gestured the feral woman to follow her.

Mystique guided her to Victor's office "You'll find him in here".

Ylva swallowed hard. She had to go in alone? She didn't want to be alone with him.

Although there was this little voice in the back of her mind telling her that she could probably take him on if it came to it. She was just as much a class 5 mutant as he was. And their mutations were the same.

He was simply a lot older. And male. Fuck it, she couldn't take him on and didn't even want to test it.

"You're not coming with me?" she asked nevertheless.

Mystique snickered at the silly question "Sorry darling. The Sabre wanted to see you, not me. It seems all he wants to see is you these days" Mystique mused as she walked away.

She wondered what he wanted her for. Probably insult, be rude and feel up on her. Wouldn't be the first time. Oh God, he better not be drunk. If he was this bad when he was sober, how bad would he be in an inebriated state?

"Mister Creed?" she called as she knocked on the door and opened it herself.

He wanted to see her, so why knock and then wait for him to open the door? It made no sense. Besides, him opening a door for her? Right, maybe in another lifetime but not in this one.

This guy and chivalry, she laughed at the thought. An even funnier thought occurred: maybe he was simply a very radical feminist. Which would explain all the manhandling. He simply treated everyone this way, no exceptions. Equality and all that jazz.

She closed the door behind her and found him sitting on the big sofa. Looking the same as always. Black button up shirt and slacks, smug grin on his face, intimidating and big. Well, he was big. And handsome, but in a cruel and terrifying way. It made her want to look away all the time in fear of blushing.

"You wanted to see me sir?".

"Little wolf, come in. I want to know how far you and Stryker are with Jimmy".

She almost sighed in relief. Although she wondered why he couldn't just ask Stryker. She tell Creed that though, since she didn't have a death wish and all.

"We've removed about 40% of the poisonous adamantium and all the bullets are out".

"Good".

He slowly nodded his head as he shifted in his seat, flinching in pain when he used his left arm to move.

"How is uhm… your shoulder sir?" she asked slightly embarrassed, knowing she had caused the damage herself.

He gave her a dangerous glare and for a moment she thought it was the wrong question to ask. Though she hadn't meant it mockingly. She was not particularly proud of what she'd done that night. Especially when it turned out that he didn't want to rape, kill or mark her. He just needed her help.

Which he could've asked of course.

"It's healing extremely slow" he finally answered in agitation.

"May I take a look at it?".

"You a doctor now little wolf?" he snapped.

"No sir. But due to my ability, I've seen and cured a lot of wounds and maybe I can help".

He leaned back into the couch and looked up at her, waiting for her to come closer. She strolled over to him and stood in front of him. He eyed her smugly, appreciatively his eyes wandered over her body. Whenever he gave her one of those looks, she felt naked. She wanted to hide from his prying eyes, his predatory glare and that seductive sinful mouth.

"Well?" he asked when she just stood there "You waiting for an engraved invitation?".

"You uhm- need to take your shirt off" she replied as she awkwardly moved her arms around , pointing at his shirt.

He grinned and for a moment he was tempted to make her do it. Make her undress him. She had to do whatever he said anyway. He enjoyed his little power play. And since he couldn't fuck or kill her, he could always make her do other fun stuff which wouldn't hurt her too badly. Although it would tempt him to no extent and he had to control himself. So it wouldn't make it easier on him either.

Eyeing her lustfully, he slowly unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt. She felt her face flush when the shirt opened up, showing off his perfect masculine chest. She hated herself for thinking about him that way. Whenever she had those thoughts, she fought hard to remind herself he abducted her. And that he was mean to her. Not too violent, or at least not anything she couldn't handle, but he was mean enough that she should hate him for it.

But she didn't.

She took a seat next to him, pulling one of her legs onto the couch as she moved the fabric over his left shoulder. Only slightly touching his bare skin. It was enough to put her limbs on fire. This was utter madness. Pure stupidity. He treated her like his possession, like she was less than him because she didn't fight. And yet her body betrayed her whenever he was in the room.

His eyes roamed her face as her little fingers trailed over his shoulder. He enjoyed the feel of her soft skin. His mind automatically wondered off to his bed.

With her in it.

Naked.

Writhing underneath him.

Screaming his name while he fucked her endlessly. Her wet folds tightening around his cock. He wanted to know how she would feel around him. How loud she would scream. He wondered if forcing her, would give him the same sick satisfaction as it usually did, but he doubted it very much. For some reason, he wanted her to want him. To reach out to him and those feelings disgusted him. He wanted her to scream his name in pleasure, not a desperate plea for mercy. Not for him to stop, but begging him to keep pushing himself inside of her. He wondered how many times in one night he could make her orgasm. Strangling his cock, howling his name as he forced her to that point of release.

He wondered how she would react to him tugging her hair, grabbing her throat and biting her while he fucked it. Though he had a feeling he already knew how she would react to him inflicting pain and dominance on her.

Somewhere during her inspection of his shoulder he'd shifted his leg on top of the other to hide his raging hard on.

"It's infected. That's why it hurts so much" she stated after removing the bandage and inspecting the wound.

"So?" he asked daringly, slightly annoyed that she broke his daydreams about fucking her into next year.

"You should let me heal it".

He cocked his brow and eyed her dangerously. He should let her heal it? What made her think she could give commands like that? Perhaps this little wolf needed to be put back in her place. A little reminder about who was in charge.

"I could, I mean, if you're okay with it, I could heal it for you" she spoke nervously, not knowing what to do with her hands anymore.

"Do it" He nodded approvingly "But next time you speak to me like that, I won't let it slide".

She bit her lip "I'm just—never mind, sorry".

He grinned "You're damn lucky I'm in a good mood today".

She slowly reached for his wound. He grabbed her wrist.

"Wait" he halted her "This wound is from that blade that us ferals don't heal from. And its infected. Are you sure you should be doing this little wolf?".

"What do you mean?".

Was that actual concern in his voice?

"I mean, are you sure you will heal from it? I need you alive and kicking for Jimmy".

There it was.

"I'm sure it will be fine" she shrugged it off "Besides, there's only one way too find out" she added jokingly as she smiled a little.

He nodded slowly "Alright. Let's get to it. But if you don't heal from it, I'll make you pay".

"Yeah, yeah" she murmured as she rolled her eyes.

Victor decided to ignore it, just this once, because she was helping him.

Or maybe I'll add it to the list anyway. For later.

He lay back on the couch. She moved closer and carefully placed her hand on his wound. He flinched and growled at her touch, but not because of the pain. Her skin was too fucking soft, her smell was even more intoxicating and she was moving too fucking tenderly for his liking. And yet he liked it. He just lay back and closed his eyes, completely relaxing under her touch. Confused about the fact that she insisted on healing him. Stupid little wolf.

Suddenly he felt a warm surge go through his body, the pain moving to the background and a few seconds later, it was completely gone. And so was her touch.

He opened up his eyes and saw her falling back on the couch. Tired, hurt and with a big blood stain on her left shoulder. He shot up and tore open her borrowed shirt to check out the wound. His eyes moved rapidly over the flesh to search for any lasting wounds but he found none.

"It's fine" she whispered meekly as she tried to get up "It's almost healed already".

His hands moved over her closed wound and his gaze landed on her chest. He licked his lips lustfully when he saw the curvy area and flat stomach underneath it. Automatically his hand moved down a little, feeling her. He liked the confusion in her eyes when she caught his lustful gaze. She tried to hold her shirt together but his hand was still under it, stroking her. She made no move to push him away though. His sharp nails softly scraped the skin on her stomach.

Suddenly he growled and pushed her back on the couch and, pinning her beneath him. One big hand held both her wrists above her head as his other grabbed into her hair, forcing her to arch. Her eyes widened in shock at the closing of their bodies.

"No, don't— please".

He wondered when she'd stop him. But her trembling voice wasn't very convincing. Neither was her smell since it was spiked with arousal.

"Don't be afraid little wolf" he breathed down her neck "I can smell what you want".

"Victor" she groaned desperately "Please, no".

His name sounded so fucking sweet from her lips. The sound rocked through him like a fucking earthquake.

"You know what's funny? You say 'no' but- "

"Please" she squeaked.

He inhaled her sweet scent deeply "I can smell your fear little wolf".

"Because I'm afraid sir" she whispered.

She didn't understand what was so special about that. He was all but forcing himself on her. He was strong, scary and powerful. Of course she was afraid. But those feelings of fear were knotted up with those of raw lust and wanting. No matter how hard she tried to ignore those.

"But here's the good part" he lingered as his hand moved down from her throat and squeezed her nipple, it was already hard "I smell something else too. Something I never expected from you little wolf".

He smelled her arousal and it hit him like a bloody fist in the face. He had smelled a lot of fear on women in the past, but hardly ever genuine arousal.

But this particular one, she smelled of pure need, ache, desperate longing to be touched. It made it so much harder to control himself. But he wouldn't hurt her. Jimmy needed the bitch, or so he told himself every time. Just a little while longer.

He took a deep breath and managed to push himself off her.

"Be a good little wolf and get me something to drink".

It wasn't a question. It was an assignment and she quickly got lost to do as she was told. Anything to be away from him and calm down her traitorous body.

Her smell was so fucking familiar and it drove him nuts that he couldn't remember where he had smelled her before. It was long ago, but he had smelled her before. He just couldn't figure out where.

"Mister Creed?" she called out when she came back and closed the office door behind her. There was no one in the room.

She saw another door opened up and lights came out. Slowly walking forward, not too sure if she was allowed to just walk in there even though she smelled he was in there. And he did ask her to bring drinks. Or command her was more like it.

The room next to his office seemed to be some kind of luxurious spa or something like that.

He was in a Jacuzzi, and it startled her. What the hell. He was naked…

Not that she could see much, but still. Just his chest, shoulders and his arms which were resting on the side of the Jacuzzi. By God, he was big.

"Come here" he commanded as he turned around to face her, his smug grin meeting her weary eyes.

But she didn't move an inch.

He glared at her "Come closer little wolf" he commanded dangerously.

It was one of those Jacuzzi's which was sunken into the floor, and so she was weary of him. If he wanted, he could easily pull her in.

He could.

She slowly moved her feet a little until she was finally in front of him.

He tapped his finger on the floor "Sit".

Hesitantly, she knelt down behind him, handing him the drink as he smirked at her. He turned around so his back was facing her.

"My back and shoulders are aching from that witch blade you knifed me with. So fix it".

She frowned. This was bullshit. His healing factor would've fixed every sore muscle by now.

"You want me to use my healing powers to relieve you from an aching pain?" she asked slightly confused.

"No" he grumbled, annoyed at her assumption that basically made him seem weak "Use those cute little paws and work out the knots".

She scoffed "Are you fucking serious?".

He turned his head slightly "Do I look like I'm joking little wolf? Now do as your told".

She sighed and he simply knew she'd rolled her eyes at him again. He didn't care. As long as she did what he commanded her to do.

Her hands slowly moved up to his shoulders. As soon as her soft fingers touched him, he shivered and closed his eyes. At first her soft fingers roamed his skin hesitantly, unsure of what to do as she caressed his skin. But soon enough she didn't hold back anymore.

It was the fear of being pulled into the water which made her do her absolute best. Her hands continued to pressure his muscles as she slowly worked out the knots.

What knots, there are no fucking knots. He's just making me do this to get a rise out of me.

She bit her lip and tried not to look at his arms and shoulders too much. They were massive, masculine.

She felt a little uncomfortable and wondered if this had the same effect on him as it had on her.

And then he smelled it again, the spike in her pheromone level: her arousal. He grinned wickedly. This little wolf wasn't half as innocent as she pretended to be. He enjoyed the power he had. Telling her to bring him drinks, kneel down, massage him, whatever other stuff he could come up with.

Oh yes he could think of a few other things he'd like to make her do while on her knees. So what if he couldn't fuck her. She was his pet, to with as he pleased. And he could make her do whatever he liked.

She tried to focus on the tiles in the floor. Anything so she wouldn't look at his physique. But it was hard to resist. His shoulders, arms, back…

He was so incredibly toned. She could see every inch of muscle practically begging her to touch him. Never had she seen such a beautiful man. Imagine having those arms around you. There would definitely be no more fear in the dark then.

Damn it!

She quickly shook the thoughts off her. He was mean to her. Hurt her even. Violated her and touched her (sort of) against her will. So these thoughts were absolute ridicule. He was the meanest, cruelest and most insufferable of all feral men.

"You're afraid of water aren't you?" he asked after some time.

"No".

She had paused for two seconds, shocked by his discovery. Now he'd surely pull her in.

"Don't lie to me little wolf. If you lie to me, I will have to punish you. That night I hunted you down, you didn't jump off the cliff. Not because of the jump cuz that won't kill a feral and you know that. Also not because the water was cold because you like the cold. But you didn't wanna end up in the lake. So let's try that again: you are afraid of water, aren't you?"

She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Yes sir".

If it wasn't for his feral senses, he would've never heard her whispering answer.

"Why?" he asked.

For fuck sake.

She so did not want to tell him this.

"I don't really know".

"You really wanna continue lying to me? Cuz I will drag you in here little wolf".

"Please. I just don't want to talk about it. And it's not important".

"Well, I am making you talk about, so. Why are you afraid of water?".

He was being very patient for his doing so she better open up that mouth of hers soon.

"When I was little, well, uhm- You see it was my task to keep my brother Jason calm. So he wouldn't mind trick people with the visions he could implant in their heads. And when I failed, my father had certain ways of punishing me. Stuff to do with water".

"Like holding you under" he finished her sentence. It wasn't a question. He just knew.

"Yes sir. So if you could be so kind as to not pull me in. That'd be great".

He chuckled at her over polite response .

"I wasn't going to pull you in little wolf. But I don't like being lied to" he said as he stretched his arm muscles and cracked his neck.

Her face flushed crimson red. Shit. She had to look away.

This man was built like a fucking brick house. No, there were no words for it. He was just one big chunk of feral muscle. The other ferals who had hunted her down in the past were definitely not anything like him.

He stood up in the water and turned around to face her. His face almost at the same height as hers now.

"Unless of course you want to join me in here. Then I'd say you're welcome".

She quickly turned her gaze towards the door "No thank you" she mumbled.

"It's very rude to look away when someone's speaking to you little wolf" he mused with a pleasant grin on his face.

"I know but-"

"Then why do you do it?" he asked as he leaned forward a bit.

She nervously rubbed her temples, trying half to cover her eyes "Because you're naked sir".

"Does that make you uncomfortable?".

"Yes, very uncomfortable, so can I please leave?".

"No" he grinned as he got out of the tub, standing next to her completely naked "I have one more task for you and then you may leave".

She didn't dare to look up and stared with wide eyes at the water in front for her.

"You can get up now little wolf, and grab that towel please".

No way, did he just say 'please'? She couldn't believe it and quickly got up before he changed his mind about her current position.

Wait. Did he say something about grabbing a towel? She was not going to dry him off, He was naked for crying out loud!

"I don't like to repeat myself, now grab that towel" he told her again when he saw how she didn't move after getting up.

Fuck sake, he was really going to make her do it. She really didn't want to but she had no choice so she grabbed the towel.

"I take it you know what to do with it?" he asked mockingly.

"Dry you off?" she glared at him again.

"Good girl".

Her wide eyes stared in the distance the entire time as she dried off his shoulders, chest and arms. Realizing more and more how beautifully sculptured his body was. She walked around him and forced herself not to look down as she dried off his back. But she couldn't resist and had to peek. Jesus Christ. She should not have done that.

The entire time, he enjoyed the sweet waves of fresh arousal coming off her. It was just as new for him as it was for her. And he wanted to play a little longer. She walked back around him and tried to hand him the towel.

"No little wolf" he grinned down at her "Everything".

She swallowed hard. This was the line.

"No" she said determinedly.

He grinned "No?" he mused "You think you get to say no to me?".

"I'm not going down there".

She swallowed again. Narrowed her eyes on him even.

"Feeling shy little wolf? Scared you'll find something you don't like? Or perhaps something you do like?"

Without breaking eye contact he ripped the towel from her outstretched hand and put it around his waste.

Stepping forward, he forced her against the wall behind her. Victor brought up his hands on either side of her, locking her in a loose cage.

He brought his head down and nuzzled into her neck, smelling along it, scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh.

Before she could stop it a soft moan escaped her.

He chuckled lightly. He knew it. He could smell it.

"This is possibly my favorite thing about being feral" he whispered against her ear "You can't ever lie to me. I can smell your arousal".

"I can smell yours to so, whatever" she snapped at him.

He scoffed out another laugh "I'm not lying about it little wolf. I'm not hiding from you. I don't mind you smelling out all the dirty things I wanna do to your little body". He clarified his point by pressing his rock hard erection against her thighs.

She was breathing heavy, her eyes falling back as she released a very unsteady breath. This was too much.

He slowly brought his right hand down, caressing her arm up and down. Then, finally resting around her throat as he forced her to look at him.

His lips barely brushed past hers. Not a real kiss, but a promise of what could be.

"How perfectly you would fit around my cock" he breathed against her warm lips "Imagine it".

She couldn't keep the images from her mind, she lacked the willpower. It wasn't exactly the first time she'd thought about it either.

She tried to remind herself she was a rational being. She couldn't let this happen. She couldn't let him get too close, possibly mark her. She would not let one bad decision ruin the rest of her life.

Jason. Think of Jason.

She didn't have to put up her hands. They were already on his chest. She couldn't even remember when she'd started touching him there. She simply couldn't resist, it was instinct.

But now, as she thought of Jason, she ignored instinct and let logic and rationality dominate her thinking process as she softly pushed him away from her.

He let her.

This wasn't about force. He wanted her to come to him willingly or not at all.

They held eye contact for several more moments.

She debated moving back against him once more.

He hoped she would.

But instead she took a deep breath, released it and forced herself to walk out of the room and away from him.

Ylva POV

When all if this Brotherhood business is over, I am definitely seeing a psychiatrist.

Because full disclosure: when he grabs my throat, fists my hair and presses his full weight against me I go fucking mad with lust.

When he inflicts pain on me, when he dominates and scares me, the only thing I feel is a throbbing pain between my thighs.

I swear to God, I am not normal. I'm getting therapy after this and I'm getting myself fixed. Pinky swear.

Then I'm gonna find myself a nice, normal boyfriend to make sweet, sweet love to and stuff. And once I am bored out of my mind, then I know I did good. And I'm gonna forget all about Victor Creed and his mean face.

I have more than enough sense not to give into him, thank fuck. You see, ferals don't do casual sex with other ferals. They mark and claim a mate for life.

And there is no way on earth I'm doing that with Victor Creed.

A future in the Brotherhood doing his bidding every day? No thank you. Living with a top notch criminal day in day out? Nope. Not for me. Abandoning Jason? Hell no. I've got my priorities straight.

And my priorities do not include his probably massive dick.

Fuck, don't think about his dick. I don't have any clean clothes here so I really need to stop soiling these panties.

Not thinking about his dick, would help with that.

Also getting my hands on some more clean clothes would be nice. And a shower.

By the way, when all of this is over, I'm gonna get myself a cute little puppy. A male German Sheppard.

And guess what I'll call it?

Victor.

Victor will be my therapy dog and I'll train him to do my bidding, see how he likes it.

He's gonna adore me and do whatever I want. Just imagine it:

"Here Victor, come here boy".

"Victor sit. Victor down. Victor fetch".

And my all-time favorite "That's a good boy Victor, good boy! Who's a good boy?!".

Damn straight.

Once I am out of here, cute little puppy Victor will be the only Victor in my future.