Okie dokes here we are. Ya'll keep those reviews coming please. They inspired a lot of inspiration for me to write as much as I can as soon as I can. Don't expect all these chapters to keep coming this fast though.
So… warm. Max gave a half-awake dreamy smile and burrowed more into the mass of firm warmth on her side settling herself deeper into the covers. She felt strange… she was extremely content, and extremely pleased. Waking up had never felt so… pleasant. She pressed herself against it more. Her wolf was in her mind's eye rolling around on her back and making odd noises of happiness with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
Max's leg worked itself up and intertwined with more warmth, and there was a weight around her waist that tightened. The feeling of being fully enveloped by something was exquisite, and she gave a soft groan of approval.
Such a feeling was foreign to her. Her parents had loved her as a child, and they told her so every chance they got. Although they were loving and doting they weren't… physical. If course she got hugs every now and then on certain occasions but she hadn't been cuddled much when she was little, or carried. Her and her father would play fight but to her that didn't really count. Then after they died she'd been on her own until she'd been picked up by the X-men.
She remembered the awkwardness of her first embrace when she got to the mansion. Keeping herself company for the last 5 years had made her people shy and skittish, taking the whole "lone wolf" thing she had going on to a whole new level. Ororo had hugged her in welcome, and Max had locked up with such a look of panic at being touched that it was actually Logan who took pity on her and showed her to her room.
But this… this felt wonderful.
A raspy chuckle sounded from above her, that she felt as much as heard. Max's eyes popped open, her bubble of pleasantness was instantly popped and replaced with dread.
"Yer awfully sweet in the mornin' frail, and I ain't even fucked ya yet," Victor rumbled and leaned down to nuzzle an ear. He'd been rather pleasantly surprised when he woke up to find her pressing against his side all pretty curves and soft skin. He couldn't say he was surprised, it was in her nature to want to lay on top of any heat source with a heartbeat. He wasn't expecting to wake up being cuddled though, especially after what he'd had to do to get her in here.
"I am not sleeping with you!" she cried, exasperated and embarassed. She'd come from a conservative family, or at least conservative in that way… she wouldn't do it.
Victor gave an agitated growl. It was the day after their dispute, and he had just got back after being gone for the night to go hunting and work off the frenzy she put him in. He also left to be out of her way while she repaired the damage they'd done leaving her with firm threats that if she stepped so such as a toe outside the door he'd gut her and hang her on the porch railing to dry. Now he'd just told her it was bed time.
"Yer fuckin up yer part of the deal frail," he warned. She narrowed her eyes. She'd said she'd do as he wanted in exchanged for him making her safe and help with her mutation.
"It'd be better it I stayed on the couch, I snore and I hog the covers," she said taking a step back. He laughed at that. She was getting in that bed if he had to drag her in by one of those cute little ears. He'd confiscated her hats and toboggans so she couldn't hide under them. She'd been upset and walked around for hours with her ears pinned against her head, obviously uncomfortable. The first steep to getting in tune with her animal was for her to except all her animal traits, both physical and mental.
"Well then maybe I should sleep on top of you to keep too warm."
Max inwardly groaned there was just no reasoning with this guy. She'd never slept with another person before, especially a man. Her ears had branded a freak and had put off many advances of the opposite gender. She stiffened when Victor stepped forward.
"Either get yer ass in that bedroom and get in that bed or I'll drag you in there and make you sleep naked," he threatened. Max paled. She was in another one his large shirts and a pair of boy-shorts since he'd destroyed her leggings in the scuffle and she was still trying to salvage her clothes from the wreck. She could tell by his face that he took as much pleasure in her discomfort as he did in the thought of forcing her into bed.
She squared her shoulders and perked her ears, determined to appear unfazed. She wouldn't cower in front of him and give him the satisfaction of knowing how nervous she was, although she was pretty sure he had a good idea since her anxiety practically perfumed the room and followed her all the way to the bedroom. None the less her pride wouldn't allow her to give into it. So she went her nightly routine and best as she could while trying to ignore him.
After she brushed her teeth (with his tooth brush) and climbed into bed she settled herself as far to the edge as she could only to squeak in dismay when he settled behind her and pulled her back to his naked chest.
Sweet baby Jesus, she didn't think he was wearing pants.
"Relax," he'd rumbled. If she was going to be here she'd have to start getting used to him and his touch, something he'd rather be sooner than later. If he let her go about her way it'd take a year to get her to come to him. This way her fear of him would be settled quicker if she learned that his touch didn't always mean pain and unpleasantness even if she was smart to expect it. It was hours later before she fell asleep, and after he'd stopped her numerous attempts to face him, giving into the natural instinct not to have a predator at her back.
Max tried to lean away from his attentions on her ears. She didn't like it when he touched them, it made her extremely uncomfortable. That and what he was doing felt unnervingly nice. He tightened his hold and leaned into them more. She flattened them against her head and unwound her leg from his, putting a hand on his chest and pushing.
Victor grumbled in annoyance and plastered himself against her, his greater weight forcing her on her back and he settled over top of her.
"Don't think you really wanna start with me so early in the morning frail," he warned. Max shuddered. The urge to press against him and rub her body along his was very tempting. She could smell her own scent sweetening and she fought to get a grip on the situation. She whimpered and turned her head, beginning to struggle. There was too much of him, she felt like she couldn't breathe.
Victor's head swooped in to press his teeth against her throat when she gave him an opening. She was scared, but he was starting to think that it wasn't entirely of him. The smell of her told him part of her was accepting to what he'd been doing but the other part, the more human part, was terrified of what she was feeling because she didn't understand it.
Max froze under him. Her body locked up involuntarily and her animal whispered in her mind not to move. A new wave of fear washed over her and Victor heaved a sigh in aggravation before picking his head up and looking into her face.
Why he didn't just fuck her and get it over with, was beyond him. He would never admit it aloud, but age was helping to settle the desire for blood and mayhem. Must be his age catching up with him. Or it could be that he knew it would be so much better if she was wanting and willing. He planned to have her around for a long time, the thought of the two of them battling each other until the end of their days was not appealing. She'd learn to like what he did to her if he had to hold her down every day and make her. He said he wouldn't rape her what more did she want?
"I ain't gonna hurt'cha pup, but this is part of the deal to so you'd better get used to it."
That's exactly what she was afraid of.
'Quit your bitchin' and let us enjoy a little pettin' in peace. You're worse than a nun for fuck's sake.' Max almost blinked in surprise. Her alter-ego had spoken to her before, but never so ferociously unless she was in some dire circumstance. Usually she was just a shadowy presence that stalked along the edge of her consciousness.
Max gulped and held his gaze, the last thing she wanted to do so piss him off. Especially this early after he just got up, and it probably wouldn't help that he hadn't eaten either.
"Men are like Grizzly bears, " her grandmother had told her once. "They sleep, they eat, and they shit. You wanna appease a Grizzly bear, the best thing you can do is feed him until he's lazy and then fix him a place to nest." Oh how she missed that surly old woman sometimes.
She was brought back to the present when she felt Victor's whiskered cheek against her collar bone. The action reminded her of when she would see cats bump up against things. He sure was affectionate in the morning.
'That's him putting his scent on us. Turn your head to the side and yield.'
Instinct guided her to do as she was bid, and so she complied without question, and forced her body to law under his.
Victor rubbed his face in the crook of her neck and ran his hands along her sides. The feel of her generous curves through his shirt was mouth- watering, a soft rumbling noise emanated from his chest as he took advantage of her relaxed state to settle between her legs. She still smelt nervous, but she didn't tense up. It was a start.
"Mm, ya feel good frail, real good," he rumbled in that deep scratchy voice.
Max tried to squash the urge to arch under Victor's ministrations, having someone's hands on her was feeling way too good. Her lips parted when he ran his claws lightly down her thigh before running his calloused hand around the sensitive back of her knee and bringing a long leg to wrap around his waist. He wouldn't take her, not yet, he wanted her need it, but damn if she wasn't making it difficult. He moved up wards toward her ear again.
"Ar-are you hungry?" Max squeaked out, trying to make her ears disappear into her hair. Victor chuckled and backed off to give her some space, he would make her stop being so self-concious of those ears if it was the last thing he did.
"Stop that," he said. She blinked.
"Stop what? Offering to cook you breakfast?" Victor rolled his eyes.
"Yer ears, stop pinnin 'em back like that," he said reaching out with a clawed hand to finger a pointed tip.
Max made a noise that sounded daringly similar to a distressed whimper. What was it with him and her ears? Why couldn't he just leave them alone?
"I can't help it, quit messin with them," she said bravely. He grinned.
"What if I don't wanna?" he asked and began to lean in closely again, running his lips along the outer part. He heard her inhale sharply and a wicked thought occurred to him. He gave an experimental nibble, teasing a small part of the thin flesh gently with just his fangs.
A flash of heat rushed down her spine and the softest moan escaped parted lips before she could stop herself.
'Oh no.'
'Oh yes,' the other part of her purred. Victor leaned back with a teasing smile.
"As good as you sound pup, and as good as you smell, yer right, I am hungry," he said before unwinding her leg and hopping off the bed.
"Eggs and sausage are in the fridge, I'm takin a shower," he said over his shoulder while walking towards the bathroom.
He was actually interested in what her cooking was like, she was southerner after all if that sexy little twang in her voice was any indication, and he'd yet to meet anyone from the south that couldn't cook.
Max laid on the bed dazed.
"I'd get to it, unless that is, you'd care to join."
She was up and down the hallway in a flash, his mocking laughter flowing her into the kitchen.