A/N: A second, short part to the story. I don't know if I'll do more with this one at this point. But we'll see. For now, enjoy.

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Victor walked into Calli's home after she'd called him a few hours later. He could smell Logan's scent heavily in the air and only hesitated a moment before climbing the steps to the second level of the home. He honestly didn't care if that bastard was still in the house. Calli had called for Victor and Victor was going to stay for her, even if it was Logan's night with her.

Calli was singing when he came into the bedroom, dancing around with a notebook in her hand. Her tri-colored eyes turned towards him when he chuckled and a bright smile appeared on her lips.

"Hi," she said with a slight purr.

"Sweetheart," Victor greeted, ducking his head to press a kiss to her lips. "Have you been up to something?"

"Me? Never." There was that mischievous look in her eye that he knew. "When am I ever up to something?"

Victor put his hands on her hips and squeezed. "Where's the idiot that you pulled into your web, sweetheart?"

"Oh, you mean the cheater?" Calli's lips twitched into a frown. Her eyes turned towards the wall behind him. "Logan's a bit preoccupied right now. Right, Logan?"

Victor turned and saw Logan standing at the wall, staring at them. No, he wasn't really looking at anything, Victor realized. His fellow feral's eyes were unfocused and he didn't seem to be aware of anything in the room. Black inked words wrapped around him, pinning him to the wall and the man wasn't resisting.

Victor caught the words 'cheater' and 'man whore' and 'never again' in the ink that wrapped around the man.

Calli, Victor thought, turning his gaze away from Logan. She did that…with her powers…

Calli looked at him with a small smirk on her face. She knew that she was dangerous with that power. She didn't even need to use a notebook or pen, though she always had one of the two handy. No, she could use that power of hers with just a thought. Just as any good, powerful mutant could do.

"I think he understands now that this girl doesn't get messed with," Calli told Victor in a firm voice. "And will never play second fiddle to a whore like Gray. Who, by the way, now doesn't have a husband either because of what I showed her ex. So…oops."

Calli tossed her notebook aside and Victor chuckled.

"You take no prisoners, sweetheart."

"Nope. And I find that I'm rather possessive of what's mine." She curled her fingers in the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to her level. "And that goes especially for the men in my life." Her eyes burned as she looked at him. "You are what I'm most possessive over, Victor. And I'll destroy the bitch that tries to come between us."

Victor smirked, eyes darkening with hunger. "I'll kill a man who even thinks about taking you away from me." He let out a growl. "You're mine, Calli. Only mine."

He caught Calli's eyes flickering onto his lips. "Now we're speaking the same language, hon."

Victor caught her lips in a heated kiss and backed her towards the bed, not caring if Logan was aware of what was about to happen or not…

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Victor poked Logan on the nose as he stood hours later, not caring that he was naked as the day that he was born. "You really did a number on this one, didn't you, sweetheart?"

Calli hummed an affirmative from the bed. "You don't mess with me and get away with it, ever."

"How long is he going to stay like this?"

"Until I get bored of having a wall ornament and he learns his lesson." Calli stretched under the blankets and settled back against her pillows. "Whichever comes last."

Victor chuckled and turned back to his mate. Her neck was a little red from the mark he had made with his teeth on her. The redness would go away in time, but the mark never would.

It was his mate's mark.

A thing that Calli had never let either man give her in all the years that she had been dating them. But she chose him to give her the mark. Her body had arched into his when he did it and she had screamed with ecstasy, having the biggest 'o' of her life with him which had set him off on his own climax.

She's mine now, Victor thought, crossing the room and tracing the curve of her cheek with a clawed fingertip. Forever, my mate.

Calli turned her face up to him and smiled that beautiful, cheeky smile. "Want to go for another round, Victor?" she asked, her voice slightly husky.

Victor smirked and climbed on top of her, his lips flirting with hers. He didn't care if anyone was watching. He just wanted her…

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A/N: I am extremely tired and trying to write while yawning and nearly crying from exhaustion is pain enough. Please comment somehow. Thanks. -Scarlet