Chpt 4

It wasn't long after the paper boy was sent running home, that his mother appeared and began to make her way across the street. Her son had returned home and blurted everything that had happened and informed her that the man of the Creed's house was home and now, she was determined to meet him.

She slipped in through the side gate, just like her son and wondered up the drive. The large black hummer was parked up in the drive. She passed it, glancing in through the blacked out windows. On the passenger seat laid a blackberry, a packet of cigarettes and what looked like a dirty old rag, that even through the tinted windows, looked stained with an odd red colour.

She shook her head and headed up the steps to the front door. Two great tiger statues watched her from either side of the steps and she swore she saw a red light blinking in their eyes. The large iron door knocker was a foreboding upside down crucifix Clare was almost a little too unnerved to use, but she did and waited at the thick wooden doors.

A short while later, The Creed's assistant, Dante, opened the door. His slick, long black hair was pulled tight and in a ponytail and hung over one shoulder. He was wearing his usual thick sweater, a light tan in colour, matching his scaled, just short of orange, skin. His yellow eyes rolled over her and he scowled deeply.

"Yes?" He hissed, his forked tongue rippling over his elongated fangs.

Clare gave him her best, cosmetically enhanced smile and began.

"Oh Hi. Dante isn't it?" Dante looked blankly at her, already contemplating slamming the door. "I heard your employers home? Mr Creed? Yes, he came in late last night I understand." She beamed. "I just wanted to come over and say hi in person and welcome him."

Dante, quite loudly, heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes.

"Oh dear god, please. Just stop." He spat. Clare's face fell.

Dante looked her up and down before hissing. "I don't know who, or what you think you are, thinking you can just wonder in here and start being friendly with Mr and Mrs Creed, but you're a nobody to them." He glared at her. She seemed to want to answer back, but he stopped her.

"There's a reason why Mr Creed lurks about at night, and that reason is nosy women like yourself!" He didn't even give her chance to retort as he slammed the door in her face and huffed in frustration, going back to this normal business.

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Lottie's body trembled as Victor pinned her against the headboard of their bed. She whimpered and instinctively offered her neck to him, his mouth latching onto the skin and sucking, a growl rumbling in his chest with the feeling of her speeding pulse against his tongue.

His hips slammed against hers and she gasped, a sharp cry following as he started thrusting mercilessly. His idea of sex was always rough, but she'd always loved it. Lottie hissed as fangs pierced her skin, Victor's need becoming stronger. Her hands knotted in his hair and she pulled, earning a snarl and the hand he had on her hip to sink it's claws into her rounded hips.

Victor's pace never faltered, even as Lottie began to struggle a little, her body becoming sore and tense from the fourth round of rutting. She growled and snapped at him, unable to really catch anything but blonde hair. Victor's mouth moved from her neck, up to her ear, where he purred against the soft, thin skin. A grin spread across his face as she moaned, long and loud. He'd pinned her wrists above her head, where he could have total and full control. Lottie's body twitched and arched against his and she gave a snarl, a strangled, strained sound. The hand on her hip slid over her abdomen, claws extended. The thick adamantium claws split Lottie's flesh like knives through butter. That's when she screamed.

Just the sound that Victor had been waiting for.

His bottom jaw unhinged and he clamped his jaws round her throat, biting down slowly, applying more and more pressure. Soon Lottie gave a strangled sound and the scents of fear and anger replaced the scents of sex and need around them. His hips crashed against hers with everything in him. His climax hit him like a speeding train and his body tensed. His jaws clamped down and almost crushed Lottie's wind pipe causing her to desperately gasp and flail, her eyes wide. The moment was soon over and Victor's whole body slacked up as he seemed to slump down. His grip on Lottie was lost and she fell forward on top of him.

Both lay panting for a short time, their bodies sweat covered and sticky against each others skin.

"you did it again Victor..." Lottie muttered against his barrel chest finally.

"what?" He grunted, not opening his eyes.

"you almost asphyxiated me...again!" she finally peeled herself off him and righted herself on the bed.

"It was an accident babe! Y'know that. I wouldn't really mean t'strangle ya." He purred in his dazed state. Lottie mumbled something and the pair lay silently for a long while before Victor finally righted himself too, moving to spoon Lottie, softly nuzzling her shoulder in a lazy show of affection. When she didn't react he buried his nose in her hair, sniffing.

Lottie wiggled slightly, feeling Victor's breath on the back of her neck.

"pervert." She muttered.

Victor's eyes opened and he glared at the back of her head. "y'what?" Lottie giggled to herself before yelping, as Victor jabbed her in the lower back with his thumb.

"Bastard." She grumbled.

"Whore." He returned.

"Mommy's boy." She smirked, her eyes closing.

"you liked my mother." He purred against her ear, his tongue snaking out to caress the skin making Lottie shiver.

"your mother was a lovely person." She yawned. "shame she birthed you." She laughed softly when she heard him growl and rolled over to face him. He was scowling and looking genuinely put out by her comment. However, Lottie simply smiled and stroked his cheek, her finger toys with his facial hair.

"You know I'm only joking daddy." She purred lazily and nibbled his lower lip.

Just then the door opened and Dante stepped in. Victor and Lottie looked at him for a moment in shock before Victor finally snapped. "WHAT THA FUCK BOY?" Lottie buried herself under the sheets, peeking out to look at Dante.

"That woman was here again..." he spat venomously.

"What woman?" Vic grunted and rolled over his back, stretching out in the huge four poster bed.

"Our new neighbour..." Lottie muttered. "What did she want Dante?"

"To see Mr Creed..." he pouted like a sulking child, his eyes dancing over Victor's body as he stretched out. Probably on purpose.

"How'd tha fuck did she know I was here?" He growled, not really liking the idea of people watching his movements.

"She probably saw from the window Victor. She lives across the street. That was her son you made shit himself this morning." Lottie informed him.

"Either way..."Dante said. "I told her to get lost."

Lottie and Victor looked at him in surprise. The Brazilian was usual so cool mannered. A little moody, but he wasn't prone to outbursts. Then again, he was rather protective of Victor...

"Where is tha frail now?" Victor asked, scratching his head.

"I don't know and I don't care." Dante snapped. "I slammed the door in her face..."

Victor burst out laughing and Lottie sat up. "Oh Dante..." she frowned. She climbed out of bed, the bed sheet round her and headed for the bathroom. Victor lay on the bed, only moving slightly to grab the TV remote. Pressing a button, the large painting on the wall in front of the bed moved, revealing a huge plasma screen TV. Another button turned it on and the view of the drive and the front yard appeared on a split screen on the TV. The woman in question was stood in front of the iron gates, gossiping with two other women.

Lottie reappeared in a black bathrobe and shook her head.

"Is she still here?"

"It looks like it..." Victor muttered.

Lottie made a noise of disgust and wondered passed Dante who was still in the doorway.

"I'll start breakfast." She called back. No one answered.

Tossing the remote to one side, Victor stretched again. His muscles rolled and a satisfied purr escaped his person. Dante eyed him in awe and the look didn't go unnoticed. Grinning, Victor cocked a finger at the younger man, calling him closer.

Dante, did as he was told, already knowing to remove his clothes before reaching the bed.

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