Sorry y'all I know it's been a while, but hear ya go! Lemme know what you think.

Max's cheek was pressed against Victor's half-naked chest when she came to. Her wolf rumbled and stretched trying to nuzzle her way inside his skin into the layers of muscles underneath. It'd been a long time since anyone's really touched her, much less held her. It was… nice, until she remembered who it was that was doing the holding.

Her chest began to vibrate as she picked her head up more to glare into the face of a smirking Victor Creed who had her anchored against him and had both of his arms wrapped around her. Despite the cocky look, she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was none too pleased.

"Ready to go another round baby girl?" he growled mockingly, tightening his arms till he was almost crushing her.

She gasped as her ribs threatened to give way under the pressure. She growled and tried began to struggle making Victor's growling almost become a groan.

"Mmm, that feels nice darlin'. Keep it up and I might forgive you for destroyin my fuckin' house." The last part came out as a snarl and Max went still, opening her mouth to retort until something white floated along the edge of her vision.

'Is that a feather?' Max craned her head around as much as she could to take in what had once been a masculine but comfortable living room, and had now become a warzone. Ripped cushions littered the floor, feathers were air born and drifting about the space. The coffee cable had been splintered, the large arm chair was overturned and bleeding stuffing. A book case was in pieces on the ground, and there were slash marks all on the walls and in the hardwood floor. She recognized some of the shallower ones as her own, but the deeper, longer, more sinister ones she knew to belong to her captor whose wonderfully strong warm arms she was wrapped in on the floor. Broken pictures of the scuffle came back to her, she knew she hadn't been in control. The animal had taken over again.

'Oh, shit.' She thought to herself.

'Oh but it was so fun, and so worth it.' Her animal purred back. 'Oh will you just shut the fuck up!' she roared at herself. Fatigue swept over her, and without a thought she dropped her head onto Victor's chest with a thump. She was on her back before she could blink with her wrists pinned overhead and Victor laying full body on top of her with his hips between her legs.

Panic jolted her back into awareness. Panic of being pinned down by a larger very male force that set her heart to thumping and her breathing to go shallow. She's never felt this way before. She didn't know how to handle it.

"C'mon Pup, we're just getting started," Victor taunted and rolled his hips against her.

Fear. Definitely fear, she was scared, as scared as she had ever been in a long time. Scared of what he had in mind for her and that she had pushed him to far. Against him she was no match.

The fight had nearly sent him into overdrive. The urge to cut her and sink his teeth into her neck and make her submit to him was almost overwhelming. Oh, he wanted her, bad. She was his, he'd known it as soon as she diced up those assholes in the city. The first frail he'd met in a long time with the balls not to let him walk over her, and the steel frame of mind to take him. She'd just proven it.

The tangy scent of fear wafted through his excitement and he zeroed in on her face. She was looking away from him presenting her neck in a sign of submission. He knew the act was lost on her, she was a kid with brawn but all in all she was still just a kid, and she didn't know what the hell she was doing. The realization caused the grin to slip from his face.

"I'm… I'm sorry, please… please don't…" she said lowly. Victor eyes narrowed in irritation. He usually enjoyed the smell of fear on a female, but this one was different. This one was no coward yet here she was practically groveling to him on his floor. He snarled and got in her face. Time to lay down the ground rules.

"Look at me." He demanded. Soft grey eyes turned to cold blue, her unshed tears making them glow. He started growling again.

"Here's how this is gonna work. Yer gonna stay here with me. Yer gonna do what the fuck I tell you to when I fuckin' tell you to do it. Yer not gonna piss me off, and yer not gonna wreck my fuckin' pad. You're mine as of today. Clear?"

Max blinked. His? HIS! Anger rose back full force and the spot between her eyes brows got tight as pressure started to build behind it.

"What…?" She breathed. Victor rolled his eyes.

"You lost that fuckin mutt hearin' of yours frail? You. Are. Mine," he punctuated each word by tightening the hold on her wrists until the bones grinded together.

"What part of th-"

"I fuckin' heard you asshole!" The words were out of her mouth before she could even stop them. She was really starting to doubt her own intelligence, but there it was, she'd started, no use in stopping now.

"What makes you think you can fuckin abduct me and then man-handle me all over the Godamn place and then sit there and lay claim to me, huh? I'm nobody's fuckin' lap dog! I got a lot of shit goin on-"

Wham! She saw stars, and the back of her head bounced off the floor. Her vision swam before and she blinked and shook head until Victor's scowling face came back into focus. Did he just… did he just head butt her?!

"You sorry son of a-," Wham!

"I can do this all day doll but yer startin' to piss me off." Max groaned until she felt a massive hand grab her chin and force her eyes to his.

"Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, I think we know which way I would prefer. So I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen you ungrateful little cunt or you can spend the afternoon with yer head bouncing off the floor." Fear was slowly starting to overcome anger again.

"Seein as I just saved yer worthless ass, got shot up and dragged your bleedin' carcass all the way up here, I'd say you owe me. Not to mention the domestic dispute you just dished out. You are mine. In every way until I say otherwise. And if yer nice I might just get these mob fuckers off your ass and if yer real nice I might fuck you into oblivion. Get me?"

Max's eyes were wide with alarm. He can't be serious right? She didn't like this, not one bit, but a sinking feeling in her gut told her she didn't have much of a choice. On the other had… he'd get rid of the mob? The thought of not having to spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder scared she'd catch a bullet to the back of the head had its merits.

Oh God. She wasn't considering this was she? The dude was crazed obviously, but … but he was like her. Max wasn't stupid, her animal was getting harder to keep a lid on. She knew was she was feral but she didn't know a lot about being feral. The only one she had ever know was Logan, who was hardly around, if she wanted to outlive the trouble that constantly darkened her doorstep she was gonna have to get a handle on her feral nature.

'Fuck it,' she inwardly declared. Her wolf perked its ears and wagged its tail, obviously delighted. She sighed in defeat. She was sure of it now, she'd totally lost it.

Victor waited, he could see the light was dawning. He tensed, she looked like she had something to say, he tried in vain to keep his anger in check.

"Okay," Max gasped out. Victor took his hand from her face and settle his weight on his forearm beside her.

"Okay, I get you but-" Victor snarled

"Obviously you don't-"

"I do! I get it! You want me to stay here and not give you a hard time," she gushed. He grinned pressing his pelvis farther into her.

"That ain't all baby girl," he purred. Max's face lit up in a blush.

"I'll do what you say, but I have conditions-"

"You don't have a fuckin' choice!" He half roared, pissed off all over again. Apparently she wasn't so smart.

"Please just listen!" she begged. Victor stilled above her.

"I'll do it. I will, but I want help with my mutation." He cocked his head. He was planning on helping her with it anyway, she'd be useless if she didn't have some idea how to use her senses.

"And you can't treat me like shit, especially the way you just did" she spit out. He growled.

"And you can't… force yourself on me," she finished. The last part made him bark out a laugh. Yep she was a keeper. He sobered at her slightly pouty expression. She didn't know what he found so funny.

"Alright frail, seein as I always take care of what's mine condition one and two are a no brainer, you keep that smart ass mouth of yours closed and do like you're told it won't be an issue. As for the third, I ain't gonna rape ya girly," Max sagged in relief under him only to go tense once more when he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck and then up to purr in her furry ear.

"But I will make you ask for it. I'm gonna wind you up so bad that you'll beg me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours raw," he rasped. Max fought down a tremor as his breath ghosted over her sensitive ear.

'Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear.'

"Deal?" She croaked. Victor chuckled again, leaning back to look at her face.

"Get this shit cleaned up," he ordered. And his weight disappeared. Max sat up slightly dazed to catch his backside saunter into the kitchen towards the fridge.

God help her.