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No matter how far she had moved away from him the night before, they still ended up way too close to her liking. Because that morning her nose was pressed against his naked chest. Their bodies were even touching and they were both on their sides, facing each other in the middle of the bed. He had already been awake. Due to the sounds of her purring in her sleep and it amused him greatly. No matter how much she struggled, no matter how hard she fought it, when her inner wolf took over it was more than clear what she wanted.

And he didn't mind at all, to wake up and see how close she moved, how she was pressed up against him, purring while inhaling his scents. Quite frankly, he wanted to pull her closer to his chest but it would wake her and she'd struggle. And although that was fun too, he decided to lay very still and just stare at her.

At least an hour later, when he saw how she slowly started to wake up also, he realized there had been no nightmares last night. Nor the night before when he found her in his bed and they went to sleep. Strange… He couldn't even remember a night without dreaming of the wars or his brother leaving. Or his old man.

It was there and then he decided she would not work on his brother today. He wanted at least one more night without nightmares. And a beautiful she-wolf in his bed. He pretended to still be asleep as he heard her waking up. But he couldn't suppress a chuckle as she quickly jumped out of the bed. Probably in shock when she found out how close they had slept together.

The entire day, Ylva was bored out of her mind. She would walk from the kitchen and back to the common room over and over again. Getting some food or drinks. Fixing other peoples food or drinks just to do something. Read a book, watch a funny TV show. If only there was a frikkin' piano in this godforsaken Brotherhood facility!

But no. Nothing to do for her. For some reason 'mister Creed' had ordered the scientists to do something else and so they wouldn't work on the Wolverine today. Which meant she wouldn't work on him either and that automatically lead to: absolute and utter boredom. At least she didn't have to look upon the wrinkly face of William Stryker.

Time for more tea, she decided as she sighed and walked over to the kitchen the sixth time that afternoon.

She was tiptoeing to get the large tea pot off the kitchen cabinet and wished she had proper mutant ability. Like… move stuff with her mind or fly so she could reach the damn thing.

Suddenly a large body was rubbing hers from behind and a big hand folded around the tea pot, bringing it down on the counter in front of her.

She quickly turned around and tried to hide the disappointment in her features and voice "Oh, Avalanche, Hi"

"Ylva" he said smoothly "Need help with anything else you little light weight?"

He was standing a little too close for her comfort so she leaned backwards, angling her spine in an awkward position. Anyone else would have gotten the hint already…
She cracked her neck and tried to move away from him, only to be welcomed by the fridge in her back.

"No thanks, I'm good" she said with a polite smile.

A smile which he completely took the wrong way…

"I haven't seen you around much lately. Starting to think you're avoiding me"

She laughed nervously and held on tightly to the tea pot "I… I uhm… I'm only here to heal the Wolverine… I'm not really allowed to hang out with you guys I think"

"Allowed?" he asked sceptically.

"Yeah… mister Creed told me to stay in his room when I'm not working on the Wolverine"

Avalanche smiled creepily and moved a little closer, his hand resting on the counter next to her.

"His room hm? That's not very nice of him. To treat you that way" he smoothly answered as he eyed her up and down.

"Uhm, it's okay. I'm just here to cure his brother. He needs me as healthy as possible so I need to rest a lot and not waste my time doing other stuff"

She didn't add that she was fine with staying in Creed's room since she was safe there. And she wasn't as sure about her safety when walking around the facility. This super awkward conversation with Avalanche proved exactly that.

"I'd never treat you that way. But then again: maybe he just wants you all to himself" Avalanche winked at her.

"No… why would he want that? I'm just here to…"

"O c'mon Ylva… pretty girl like you. Feisty…"

"I'm not feisty" she quickly objected.

He chuckled. Damn it she wanted this conversation over with. And fast!

"You know" he lingered as his eyes moved to her chest again "When all this is over, we should go and do something together"

She cringed "Uhm, when all this is over, I am going back to my old life and take care of my brother so I don't think I'll have…"

"Ylva" he rudely interrupted her "I wasn't asking honey. I'm saying: when all this is over, you and I should spend some time together. Have some fun, you know?"

She raised her eyebrows in surprise "And I was saying no" she answered him determinedly.

He roughly grabbed her arm "Women don't say 'no' to me wench"

"Let go of my arm Avalanche" she warned him as she narrowed her eyes at the bigger man. Damn he really was a lot bigger.

"No"

Her eyes widened and her scent changed into a slightly fearful one. But it wasn't the sight of Avalanche or the fact that he wouldn't let go of her arm. No, it was the even bigger man who stood behind her attacker all of a sudden.

Creed.

Before she could even blink, his hand was around Avalanche's throat, lifting him of the ground and forcing him to let go of is arm

"Nothing to do Quake boy?" Creed sneered down at his prey.

The other mutant looked down at his boss and tried to gasp for some air.

"Sorry sir" he stammered fearfully "I was just having some fun you see"

Creed's eyes flashed with the purest kind of anger "Next time you're planning on touching what's mine, remember how expendable you are. Now get your ass to work"

He threw his worker bee right out of the kitchen and turned around, facing his little wolf with the same angry eyes.

"And what of you little wolf? Hm? What are you doing here?"

"I was just getting tea sir. You have me do nothing all day remember?"

His eyes moved up and down her body, the soft material of her black and wavy dress was clinging to her curves. He inhaled her scent and moved closer. The look she gave him, reminded him so much of when he found her in that cage thirty years ago. A look filled with expectations. Waiting for him to make his next move and content with whatever he would do. As long as he would just get it over with.

"Let me give you some advice little wolf" he spoke softly as he moved in front of her "Stay away from the men of this Brotherhood, got that?"

She frowned in confusion. What the hell was this all about? She didn't do anything wrong!

"He was just getting the tea pot that I couldn't reach sir" she replied in a tiresome voice.

"Wise up little wolf and don't be so naïve. There isn't one man in this facility who isn't more than ready to jump your bones"

His hand reached for her face and he cupped her cheek in his big claw. His face moved closer and halted right before his lips touched her forehead. She flinched a little at the contact.

"Including me" he added slowly before turning to the fridge and grabbing a beer "So if ya know what's good for ya, you stop being so goddamn promiscuous"

Her eyes suddenly were the size of teacups. WHAT did he just say!? Promiscuous?! How dare he... This was the limit. Inside, she was boiling in anger. He really knew how to push the right buttons.

He's just trying to intimidate me, she told herself as she was still frozen in one spot, the tea pot in her hand nearly breaking in her grasp.

Trying to scare her into… into what exactly? Submission? Breaking down in tears? Is that what he wanted? But why?! She hadn't done anything wrong!

She was so sick of this. Sick of him. And his fucking smooth talk. The things that came over those disgustingly perfect lips were… so goddamn degrading all the bloody time!

Creed strolled towards the exit with a beer in his hand when suddenly the tea pot smashed into the wall next to him. He turned around and found the angriest little wolf he'd ever seen. Fists clenched and fuming with rage.

"I. AM. NOT. PROMISCUOUS!"

He scoffed out a laugh "Did you… just… throw a tea pot at me?"

"HE CAME ON TO ME! IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM THAT YOU CAN'T KEEP YOUR MEN IN LINE CREED!" she screamed and stormed out before he could wrap his mind around what just happened.

He cocked an eyebrow and looked around at the shattered tea pot. Well, at least she finally broke something of his in anger. In her place, he would've broken down the building. Oh well, it was a start.

She sat on the floor against the side of the bed, staring out the big window. Tears of anger burning in her eyes as she rapidly breathed in and out. Even her canines were out. They were never out. Same for her expanded nails. Promiscuous… who the hell did he think he was?! Her… promiscuous… Of all the people on this goddamned planet! The nerve of that man!

"You okay?"

It was Mystique that broke her blazing trance.

"Oh, uhm, yes. Mystique, thank you"

"You shouldn't take it personally. Boss doesn't like it when others try to take his toys or flirt with them" she advised the feral woman as she strolled into the room and stood next to the bed.

"I was not flirting back though… I don't… I never… I don't even know how"

"Well you did something to set him off, he seemed very pissed"

"Avalanche just helped me because I couldn't reach for a bloody tea pot. And then he might have tried to hit on me but that wasn't my fault. I didn't send him any signals that I was interested. AT ALL! Because I'm not!"

Mystique chuckled softly "No need to defend yourself to me, I believe you. But… well, boss just doesn't like other boys touching what's his" Mystique mused teasingly "And we are talking Avalanche… he's a notorious women magnet"

Ylva frowned and couldn't quite figure out why on earth women would be attracted to such an airhead as Earthquake boy.

"I don't think Avalanche is the one I should be afraid of" she finally answered as continually stared out of the window.

Mystique smiled mysteriously "You scared of the big bad Sabretooth? Still?"

"Sometimes" she admitted "But only a little"

"Well, don't be. He swore on his honor didn't he? That he wouldn't rape, kill or mark you?"

"Yeah he said something like that" Ylva answered as she thought back to what his exact words were.

"Then you have nothing to worry about. He's a coldblooded killer but he never goes back on his word. So he won't touch you unless…of course" Mystique purposely waited a few seconds "You really want him to"

The shape shifter winked mischievously at Ylva and quickly made her way out.

Mother of God! What was wrong with all these fucked up Brotherhood mutants?! She was just here to heal that bloody Wolverine who had been stupid enough to let Stryker do his mutant tests on him. And now everyone was all over her. Like she was the new kid in school everyone wanted to be friends with. Only this didn't really feel like friendship. At all.

Damn them all to hell. Tomorrow would hopefully be the last day in this hellhole. Tomorrow she would heal the Wolverine for good, he'd wake up and she'd be done with all this crap. Then she would pick up Jason and move far, far away.

That was of course… if mister Creed really planned to let her go. And with every passing day, she had less faith that he would.

She was still sitting against the bedside when he came into the bedroom that night. He could smell her anger as he eyed her sitting there, her knees pulled up to her chin and her arms hugging them tightly.

"Next time you throw something or raise your voice at me, I'll snap your neck."

The only reason he said it, was because she was too goddamn stubborn to turn around and notice him. And it made him angry. She should have the decency to turn around and apologize. Hell, she should be on her knees begging for mercy.

Now there's an idea, he thought.

"Get up" he snapped.

She hesitated for a second but got up from the floor nevertheless.

"Come here"

With her feet almost dragging her towards him, she finally stood in front of him but refused to look into his eyes. She could almost feel his eyes burning holes into her skull.

"Take off my shirt"

Her eyes shot up "What?" she gasped.

"Take. Off. My. Shirt" he repeated slowly. "I'm going to bed. And I've decided I might as well use you for other fun things when I can't use you for what I really want. So get a move on little wolf"

She gritted her teeth together and brought her hands up to his shirt. What was the big deal anyway? It was just a shirt, she had seen his chest before. The unbuttoning process was a slow one since it wasn't easy to open his shirt with mildly trembling hands.

When she had undone every last button, she moved the fabric over his shoulders, trying her best not to touch his chest with her bare hands. However tempting it was.

He chuckled as he could hear her usual steady heart, race like mad. The increased amount of pheromones coming off her right now, were undeniably driving him nuts and went straight to his groin. His cock twitched in his pants when she looked up at him.

"Stay there" he commanded when his shirt was off.

He walked over to the bed and sat down staring at her and planning what he could do next. So many things were possible right now. He leaned back on his elbows, giving her the full picture of his masculine chest, arms and shoulders.

She nervously looked to the ground and he knew she found him attractive. She was scared and intimidated by him but also turned on. The smell was everywhere.

"Come closer"

She took a deep breath and moved a few steps towards him.

"Closer" he growled.

Again, she moved a little and he stopped her when she was only just in reach of him. He brought his hand up and pulled the red ribbon which was tied around the waist of her black dress. Her eyes widened when she realized he wanted to undress her too. He lustfully licked his lips as he threw the ribbon to the ground. In the mean time she focused on not looking at his chest and failed miserably. He was too frikkin' beautiful and if she wasn't so edgy right now, she might actually enjoy it.

The front of her dress was decorated with black buttons and it couldn't be more perfect in his opinion. He got up from the bed and slowly strolled around her trembling little body.

"Relax little wolf. I swore on my honor remember" he soothed as he stood behind her.

She could feel the warmth of his body through the material of her dress and suddenly his big arms came from behind her and started unbuttoning her dress at the front. He buttoned it all the way down to her waist as he breathed heavily down her neck. He smelled of musk, wood and blood. Her inner wolf purred at the smells but her human mind stayed put.

When he had opened up her dress completely, he slowly moved it over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She clutched at her own body, trying to hide whatever she could. With his big hands on her shoulders, he pulled her flush against his naked chest and inhaled all her scents.

She only closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy his scents and the sweet sensations he made her experience. But it was a big mistake. His scent made her wanna give in and she only just managed to regain her control.

"Why are you doing this?" she whispered.

"Because I can little wolf. And… because it's fun. Aren't you having fun?"

His voice send tremors through her trembling little body.

"No sir"

He chuckled "Mmmmh little wolf. Don't lie to me. I can smell you. I can smell that you are just as much on the edge of losing control around me, as I am around you. And I like challenges"

The entire time he had just stood behind her with his hand on her shoulders and her body pressed against his naked chest. But now, it was time to proof a point.

"The only reason I'm not throwing you on that bed, rip off your panties and fuck you senseless, is because you'd need a lot of time to recover from it. Healing factor or not. And I need you healthy for my brother's sake. So therefore, you're safe from me. But I wonder: what's your excuse? Why aren't you on your knees, begging me to shove my cock deep down this beautiful throat" he whispered as one of his hands folded around her throat to proof his point.

"I told you" she answered through gritted teeth "I'm not into feral males"

"That's funny little wolf. You sure as hell smell like you're into me" he chuckled as he walked around and stood in front of her. She didn't move an inch and realized it was because he hadn't given her permission yet.

He brought his hand up to her face and started stroking her hair, all the way down her shoulders, her arms and her back. He looked her over appreciatively. Her chest, the black bra, her slim waist and toned stomach. The matching panties and slender legs beneath it. He was definitely making it hard on himself this way, but he didn't care. He wanted to take whatever he could from this she-wolf. He just wanted to drive her fucking crazy. So at some point, she'd give in. So at some point, he'd finally have a willing frail. Because that's what he wanted. No rape, no kill. Those actions simply didn't excite him when he thought about her. He wanted her to beg him to give it to her. To squirm underneath him in pleasure. To scream his name over and over again. He wanted to feel her orgasm around his throbbing cock. He wanted to plunge his mouth between her wet folds and make her come on his face.

"Can I please have a shirt to sleep in?" she finally asked without looking up.

"Why? You have no reason to cover yourself up"

"But I don't like the way you look at me sir"

"And what way is that little wolf?"

"Like…" she swallowed and looked him bravely in the eyes "Like I'm a piece of meat or something"

He chuckled and shook his head. This was as far from the truth as she could get. Well, almost as far.

"The only thing you and a piece of meat have in common is the fact that I wanna eat both of you"

The euphemism of his words was not lost on her and her cheeks flushed once more. The image vividly imprinted in her mind.

"I'll give you a choice little wolf" he continued taunting her "You can either sleep with the shirt on, or you can sleep with the candlelight"

She frowned "I have to choose between being scared in the dark and being scared you'll rape me?"

He chuckled and his arm snaked around her back as he brought the other one up to lift her chin. Her flesh felt like it was burning and she could feel his erection against her pelvis. She brought both her hands up to his chest to push him of her but he only held on tighter. His body was so frikkin' warm and she could hear his heart beat as rapidly as hers. Which made her wonder why he would taunt her, but also himself, like this.

"It won't be rape by the smell of you" he grinned as he pressed his nose into her hair and inhaled her scent once more "You can't help getting wet for me wolf"

This little wolf fucking wanted him no matter how often she denied it.

"Get it through your head: I'm never going to rape you Ylva" he whispered too close to her lips "Unless you wanna do some role play of course"

She only heard half of what he said. She was too busy focusing on his mouth and his breath on her lips. It was tempting to close the last remaining distance between their faces but then he softly brushed past her lips with his mouth and whispered;

"Now get on your knees"

"What?" she blinked and was suddenly broken out of her trance.

"I said get on your knees. Or did you think you were done undressing me?" he said as he walked around her and sat on the bed.

"My shoes first" he commanded her.

She blinked a few times and decided there was nothing else she could do. So she got down on her knees and grumpily started taking of his shoes. One by one. Who on earth did this man think he was? She wasn't his bloody valet!

Once the shoes were off, she reached for his ankles and removed his socks too. She left the items next to the bed. He better not think she was gonna put them away for him! He loved every second of it and meanwhile just stared at her half naked body, on her knees in front of him. As it should be. He could make her take off the last remaining items…

He got up from the bed and stood in front of her. Towering over her little form, still on her knees. Just the way he liked it.

"And now the rest" he urged her on.

She didn't move and just sat there. Staring at his knees. Not planning on moving unless he made her.

"You're not gonna try and make me say 'please' right little wolf?"

Now that would be something, she thought. But no. Fat chance. So she brought her hands up to unbuckle his belt as he grinned down on her.

He stepped out of his slacks and Ylva quickly got up from the floor.

"Did I tell you to get up?" he asked sharply.

"Uhm, no" she mumbled as she knitted her brows together.

"So why are you standing?"

For crying out loud. This man was absolutely insufferable! She sighed and agitatedly lowered herself on her knees again.

"You're job isn't done yet little wolf" he mused.

Oh Lord, he was seriously going to make her take off his boxers?! Her eyes widened in shock at his manhood which was obviously hard as rock. Suddenly the fear was back again.

"You didn't sleep naked yesterday mister Creed" she mumbled.

"I did. But you neglected to check. Your loss. Now get a move on little wolf"

She did not move right away. She was hesitant. This was utter bullshit! She was here to heal his brother and now she was acting as his… his fucking servant, or slave even! He was bloody forcing her into some kind of sick minded form of submission. So why the fuck did she feel so bloody aroused? She hated her traitorous body right now.

"Don't be so scared little wolf. I swore on my honor. I'm not gonna put anything in your mouth that doesn't belong there…"

His hand cupped her chin and his fingers slowly stroked her lower lip.

"Well…" he continued "I mean, anything you don't want me to put in there, yet"

It was then and there, that she decided two could play this game. She was forced to do this so she might as well make it easy on herself and if possible: turn the tables.

She determinedly pulled his boxers down without looking at his groin. After that, she looked up at him with big bright eyes and most innocently asked;

"Can I get up now sir?"

He looked down at her beautiful face, her bright eyes staring straight into his and her perfectly plump lips he so badly wanted to feel around his throbbing cock. He wanted to feel her tongue on him, those lips sucking on him while he bucked against her mouth violently. He wanted to hear her gag like a bitch.

But he did give her his goddamn word. Something he would have never done if he would've known how hard it was gonna be. How hard he was gonna be. All the fucking time when she was around.

"You may get up now little wolf"

That was her cue. She placed both her hands on his sides and gripped tight as she pulled herself up ever so slowly. And all the way up, she seductively let her warm, half naked body glide against his. He inhaled sharply once he felt what she was doing. Not missing a spot in rubbing herself against him. Slowly… slowly… Along his legs, his rock hard groin, his pelvis and all the way up to his chest.

She heard him purr and even growl internally as she reached his chest and almost let her tongue out to taste him. Instead she softly brushed his nipple with her lips and then determinedly took a step away from him. Smirking at him as if she had just performed the most evil trick of her life.

"You shouldn't have done that little wolf. I can smell how wet you are now. Not that you weren't already soaking for me"

"Just wanted to show you that two can play this game" she replied haughtily "Goodnight mister Creed"