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Welcome to chapter 22! I enjoyed this chapter immensely. I also had some help from an old friend of my own, Leonaria Dragonbane! Thanks, so much, mon Dragon! You know I love ya! :)
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The Lady Mage
FERITY: : (fehr-ih-tee) - (noun) - 1.) The state of being wild or untamed. 2.) Savagery; Ferocity.
On the second floor of the Xavier Institute, a lamp turned on in a handsomely decorated bedroom. Charles blinked in the bright light, then gave up the ghost and shut his eyes again. Something was amiss somewhere. Sometimes this hypersensitivity was a touch maddening. He quickly swept his consciousness over the rooms around him, counting sleeping children as he went, careful not to interfere with their dreaming. All accounted for. Jean and Scott were curled up together in their own bed, not twenty feet away from him through the wall.
Mentally, he walked up the stairs, moving down the hallway to Ororo's empty bedroom, then to Zosia's room. Ororo and Sari were asleep on the bed, dreaming of rainforests and bubblebaths. Zosia was missing. He sent out another snake of consciousness, up, up, up...
The feral was on the roof. With Sabretooth.
"Well, well." he murmured to himself, gently touching the larger feral's thoughts, scanning them for motives. "Come to apologize?"
His thoughts returned to his long-time student asleep, unaware, in the bed beneath the two ferals, and gently prodded her consciousness. "-Ororo... You must wake up, Ororo... Storm...-"
"Hmm?" Ororo's semi-conscious mumble was just as loud as if he'd been standing over her bed. "-What's wrong, professor?-"
"-Nothing is wrong.-" he answered her, "-But I believe Zosia has a visitor on the roof.-"
"-A visitor?-" She was becoming more awake now.
"-Yes, she's with him. I'm monitoring them now-"
Ororo sat up in the bed, quickly rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She leaned over, blindly reaching for the lamp on the nightstand and clicking it on. She quickly scanned the room in the light, relaxing when she realized she was alone. Beside her on the bed, Sari squirmed in her sleep, her face drawn into a little scowl.
"I know that face." the weather witch murmured to the sleeping cub. She stood from the bed to pull her robe over her before picking Sari up from the bed. Across the room, under the bassinet, was a pile of clean diapers. Ororo laid the baby feral in the bassinet to be changed. In the quiet of the room, she could hear slight movements on the roof, getting closer.
"-Charles, are you going to make sure Scott doesn't wake up?-"
"-I don't believe we need a skylight on the third floor; of course I'll keep him fast asleep.-"
Ororo picked up the baby feral, awakened by having her diaper changed, and settled back on the end of the bed. She cradled Sari on her shoulder, gently rocking her. She felt the change as soon as she heard the bathroom window slide closed. She didn't even need a heightened sense of smell to realize that the baby in her arms had picked up an interesting scent. Sari's whimpers at having been awoken for a diaper change turned to soft mewling cries like a kitten calling for its mother.
He had her pressed against the bathroom wall, his hands on her hips and his lips on her neck, the moment he stepped through the window, twisting her around so she faced the wall. He flipped her hair away from her neck, his tongue finding his mark there. She purred, grinding against him. There was no way she couldn't feel his need for her through their pants. She twisted back to face him, putting a finger to his lips. "Later, mon Lion." He only smirked devilishly behind her hand; it was no surprise. Ororo and the cub were only on the other side of the bathroom door- he could smell them.
"Zee?" Ororo's voice came from the bedroom, wide awake. Sari's mewling cries grew louder.
Zoe's eyes widened, "Yes?" she called back casually.
"Come here, please."
The smaller feral turned the knob and opened the door, quietly slipping into the dark bedroom. Ororo turned on the lamp, sitting on the end of the bed in her robe with Sari cradled in a blanket, awake and whimpering. "Oui, mon moka?"
"Where is he?" asked the weather witch, her voice light but a touch suspicious. She stood gracefully, waiting.
"He?"
"Sabretooth." Ororo scowled, tapping her temple. "Charles already told me he was here."
The feral returned her scowl. "Prying as usual." She shook her head. "He's in the bathroom."
Hearing that the weather witch knew of his presence, Victor opened the door and walked into the little bedroom, eyes sweeping over his mate's new abode.
Ororo couldn't stop the stab of fear at the sight of the blonde feral. He'd threatened her not once but twice, and his sheer size was enough to intimidate anyone. The fact that Zee was standing in front of him, smiling like she'd just won the lottery, helped her to quickly get her fear under control. He didn't say a word to her, but approached her. Two feet in front of her, he held his arms out. She gently placed the whimpering cub into them. She stepped back, watching him as he awkwardly but carefully settled the baby against his chest, a low rumbling sound she'd only heard recorded on Zee's phone filling the room as he purred for the tiny cub.
Sari had grown so much since he had last set eyes on her. She'd been a scrawny, squalling mess not six weeks ago. Now she was a plump, pink kitten- chubby in all the places a baby should be chubby, whimpering for her milk. "She filled out." he said, reaching out with one knuckle, running it down the side of the cub's face. Sari silenced her whimpering immediately, her tiny nostrils flaring to smell him. Two dark brown eyes stared up at him, the cat's pupils dilating slightly. He smirked down at her.
"Sari, you remember your Daddy, non?" Zoe murmured to the cub, rubbing the baby's back. "We don't smell much different from him, non?" Sari broke eye contact with her father, resuming her whimpering as she turned her head to root.
"Feed the whelp." he said, passing Sari to her mother and making himself comfortable against the headboard of the bed. He watched the weather witch peripherally, uncomfortable in his presence, as she moved to sit in the rocking chair across the room.
The smaller feral came to settle next to him, laying out on her side with the cub. She lifted the tanktop she slept in, letting the cub nurse. The cub immediately latched on, eyes falling shut and one little fist reached out to claw up a fistful of tanktop. The cub's hair was much thicker now, he noticed, and starting to show a hint of curl along the back of her neck. He reached down, running his palm over the soft fuzz. Smelling him again, Sari paused her movements, opening her eyes to look for the source of the familiar smell.
"Here." Zoe said in a half-whisper, moving them up to sit beside him, tucking herself and the baby into the edge of his coat. Situated, she pulled his arm over her. After a few quick seconds, the cub relaxed and continued her eating. He smirked, rubbing circles on his mate's back with his thumb.
"-Perhaps you should leave them alone for a little while, Ororo.-" Charles's voice murmured softly behind the wind-rider's eyes. "-He's not here to hurt anyone- just to see them.-"
"-Are you certain?-"
"-If I wasn't, I would have told you to run- not to wait for them to come back into the room.-" She could imagine him chuckling. "-Tell Zoe I've called for you.-"
The weather witch sat up in the rocking chair, taking to her feet and stepping into her slippers on her side of the bed. "Pardon me, Zee," she said neutrally, "Charles is calling me."
"Is everything alright?" asked the redhead, leaning her head back against Victor's chest, her eyes on her sister across the room.
"I'm sure." Ororo managed a smile for her, a nod for Victor, then quietly slipped from the room.
"Finally." Victor huffed after the door closed, reaching his arm down under his mate, pulling her and his nursing cub to rest between his legs. Zoe made that soft giggle sound in the back of her throat, keeping her head laid against his chest. She sighed happily.
"I miss you, mon amant." she said to him, bringing her free hand up to draw lazy circles on his chest, tracing the cursive 'Chicago' branded across his shirt. "It's so hard to stay separated for so long."
"I know." he returned, burying his nose in her hair. "It's not for much longer, maybe." His hand came up to his cub, gently supporting her against her mother. "If the cub gets a little stronger..." His mate nodded, cupping her hand under his.
"She's grown much." Zoe whispered, watching her cub nurse back to sleep. After a few minutes, Zoe pulled her tanktop down, laying the now-sleeping cub on Victor's chest. "I'll get her bed ready."
He pulled her tight against him again before she could move. "It can wait a minute."
It was a half hour later before he finally let her lay the sleeping cub in her bassinet. Ororo was still gone to see the professor, and the world was quiet but for the sound of the wind outside and their cub's even breathing. Victor had removed his coat, folding it around his cub for a blanket. He'd be damned if she forgot his scent. His mate was settled on her bed, laid out on her back in her tanktop and shorts, one leg pulled up, arms above her head, watching him.
The larger feral leaned down over her, tossing one leg possessively over her, pulling her to face him on the bed. "Now then... How long has it been?" he asked with a smirk, leaning down to nip her neck and the scar he'd left behind her ear.
She purred with a little shiver, her blue eyes sliding closed. "A long time..." When her eyes reopened, they were black as pitch. Her fangs peaked from between her flushed lips.
"A very long time." he agreed, feeling the itch in his gums. He grabbed her hands, holding them pinned to the bed. "Too long." His free hand found its way between her legs. His lips crushed down on her's while his hand teased her through the fabric. Her hands reached up to tangle in his long hair, and he moved his hand up to the waistband of her shorts. When she purred, he slipped it inside.
The smaller feral turned her hips towards him, pulling her lips from his to kiss his throat. "Verletzen Sie mich? Bitte?" A knock came from the door. Zoe quickly shimmied away from him, blinking her eyes back to blue. "Yes?" she called. (Hurt me? Please?)
Ororo stepped through the door, shutting it quietly behind her. She glanced at the bed with one raised eyebrow. "The professor has decided to go back to bed." she said.
"Why don't you go join him then?" Victor asked gruffly.
"Be nice.." Zoe scolded him, flicking his hip with her hand. "This is her room as well."
"Did I interrupt something?" Ororo asked innocently. "Do you want me to go?"
"No." Zosia shook her head. "You're alright."
"The news was on in the professor's room." said the wind-rider. She looked at Victor. "You've been spotted- yet again. In a supermarket about an hour from here."
"God forbid a wanted man get hungry." he dead-panned.
"I hope you aren't using a debit card when you're shopping anywhere." the smaller feral teased him with a poke in the ribs.
"Cash only." he told her, "Come on, Katze, how long have I been doing this?"
"I worry." she returned, standing from the bed. "You should be in Canada."
"No, I should be in the fucking penthouse but I'm not leading the FBI to our front door!"
"Penthouse?" Ororo looked confused.
"Don't worry about it." he said to her gruffly, giving Zoe a warning glare and a low growl. The smaller feral quickly averted her eyes, stepping back against the wall at the sound of him. He could see the stubborn glare she gave the carpet, and the light blush crossing the bridge of her nose. She had always hated feeling chastised by him- especially in front of others.
Ororo noticed the change in her immediately. "Are you alright?"
Zosia nodded once. "Fine."
He snorted. "What else have you told them?"
"Nothing!" she answered, meeting his eyes. Her's were pitch black again. "I wouldn't do that to us!"
"Sie werden nie die Treue zu dir." (They will never be loyal to you.)
"I know." she hissed, her eyes softening.
"Try to remember then."
She scowled, glowering at him. The hint of softness was gone. "I am not a fucking child trying not to tell my sister what I got her for her birthday!" She hissed, approaching him on the bed. "I'm your mate- not your charge- and half that shit is fuckin mine, so why the holy hell would I tell a soul?!"
"Half?" he teased. "Did you forget about the prenu-"
"Jesus, Victor. When's the last time you spoke to Dwayne, huh? Oh, about two years ago? Guess why." she hissed icily, her voice sending a shiver down his spine. "Ich hab ihn verdammt noch mal ausgeweidet und ihn zum Verrotten am See hinter seinem Ferienhaus zurück gelassen, für welches er versucht hat dich um Geld zu betrügen. Ich habe die Papiere zerfetzt und sein Gott verdammtes Haus verbrannt." (I fucking gutted him and left him to rot in the lake behind his vacation home- the one he was skimming money off you to buy! I shredded the papers and burned his fucking house!)
For two seconds he was in complete awe of her. That vicious hiss, those black eyes, those claws and fangs. He wasn't afraid of her- not his Zee- but at the moment he was just a little bit worried. Worried about his safety, and kinda wondering when the last time he had spoken to that particular lawyer had been. She glared at him with venom in her eyes, looking ready to pounce on him and tear a chunk out of his jugular.
He had never been so turned on. "Really?" he almost squeaked, then grit his teeth.
The eyes faded, fangs shortened, claws retracted, and the feral panther laughed. "Nein, aber das bekam man hart nicht wahr!" (No, but that got you hard, didn't it!)
"You little-" He sprung off the bed, launching himself at her, slamming her against the wall, his body pressing her flat. He growled again, his voice low. She growled right back, her claws digging in to his hands where they held her on either side of her body. "I'd stop that if I were you." he warned.
Instead of submitting to him, she struggled, letting out a long string of profanity so jumbled and mixed back and forth between French, German, and English that only she really knew what the hell she was saying. She snapped her teeth at him. "-And bite it the fuck off!"
He only smirked at her, enjoying watching her get so riled up. He'd take advantage of it later. Letting go of her, he stepped back with a dark chuckle, watching her close her eyes, turning her face up at the ceiling. Her heartbeat slowed before she opened them again, calmer. "Feel better?"
"Not really." She rolled her still black eyes at him, crossing her arms. "I swear you do that on purpose."
"You fuck better pissed." he shrugged.
"Ass."
"Bitch."
Her eyes narrowed again, but instead of playing along, she flung her arms up in the air, turned, and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
In her bassinet, Sari let out a soft whimper, squirming in her father's coat, clenching and unclenching her fists. Before the whimpers could become cries, Ororo walked to the baby's bedside. Victor growled at her. The noise made the tiny cub gasp and then cry out.
Ororo fixed the blonde with a dirty look. "Good job, Papa." she half-hissed, doing a fairly good impression of Zoe's venom-laced voice. She lifted the cub up into her arms, settling the baby's head against her neck and patting her back. "Why don't you growl again? Maybe you can give her white streaks in her hair like you did to Marie!"
"She'll get used to the sound." he sneered at her, walking up to her. He was almost disappointed that she didn't cower in front of him. Instead, she only ignored him, soothing his cub with a familiarity that bothered. him. He should be the second in command with the cub- not this weather witch. With gentle hands, claws retracted, he reached out and pulled his cub out of Ororo's arms. "I'll take care of the cub."
"Like you have for the past six weeks?"
He growled at her, startling Sari again. He ignored the cub's cries in his arms. "You think it would have been better for me to drag them along with me so that the little runt would freeze to death?"
"No, I think you should have stayed with Zee instead of following along behind Erik like an overgrown guard dog!" she spat back.
"Now you see here, you little-"
The bathroom door slammed open, and Zee shot out like a flash, pushing Ororo down onto the rocking chair behind her, and shoving Victor in the other direction. "Fuck! I leave for two seconds to cool down and you two start fighting? What the hell?"
Victor ignored his mate, stepping back towards the rocking chair. Zoe hissed at him, eyes black, claws and fangs out. He glared at her. Why was she protecting this X-Man? What was so special about her that she was trying to keep him from hurting her? He snorted, shoving Sari into her arms. "Here, calm the cub." With that, he turned and settled back onto the bed, casually crossing his legs at the ankle. He leaned back, closing his eyes as if to doze off. 'Fuck it.'
The redheaded feral squinted her eyes at him once more before sitting on the desktop beside Ororo's rocking chair. She settled Sari to her breast, quieting the baby. Sari hushed, her cry replaced by a tiny purr. The baby pacified, Zosia turned to Ororo with a frown. "What did they say on the news?"
"Huh?" Ororo frowned back, then realized what the feral meant. "Oh- that they had seen tall, blonde, and feral here," She gestured to Victor on the bed. "Buying food at a supermarket in Franklin County. They had a picture but it was too fuzzy to tell much other than his being tall and blonde." She shrugged. "They had a sketch but it really didn't look like him. Just the hair, beard, and those eyebrows."
Zoe nodded once, understanding. She glanced back at Victor. "Perhaps we should trim you up?"
"Woman, the last time I let you do that I chafed for a week." he teased, eyes still closed.
The redhead rolled her eyes. "You big baby, I meant the hair on your head."
"I thought you liked my hair long?" He raised one long eyebrow, but kept his eyes peacefully shut.
"I love your hair long, but I'd rather have you freshly shorn and free than for you to have long hair in some maximum security prison."
"Prison can't hold me, babe. They've tried." He gave a smug grin.
"You know what I mean." Zoe said, her voice almost a purr. She moved from the desk to Victor's side, settling next to him, propping Sari up between them. "If they are looking for someone with a different description, then we don't have too much worry of them showing up on our doorstep. We would be free, sooner."
"Oh my," Ororo said, examining the clock on the wall with a small yawn. "It's getting very late." She looked back at Zoe. "I'm going to bed... Would you like me to take Sari so that the two of you can be alone? I'm only down the hall."
The redhead glanced at Victor as if for permission, then nodded. "That would be nice. I'll bring her to you when she's through eating."
"Okay." The weather witch smiled. She left the door ajar when she left, walking down to her old bedroom. Inside, she clicked the lock on the door.
The taller feral snorted at the sound. "Like that little lock would stop me."
Zoe thumped his chest. "Be nice to her. For me?" She murmured, casually putting one thigh over his hips. "Please?"
"Well, there goes the threesome."
"Victor..."
"Meh, I won't hurt the little witch." he acquiesced.
"Merci." She rubbed her cheek on his chest, scenting him. "Je vous ai tellement manqué. Il a été une période de six longues semaines." (I've missed you so much. It's been a long six weeks.) He put his arms around her. "Je t'aime."
"Ich liebe dich." he returned quietly, smelling her hair.
Sari, finished with one side, let go and grunted again. Zoe shifted her to the other side to finish her meal. "She's got your appetite. We'll be eaten out of house and home."
He chuckled softly. "Let's hope the next dozen or so don't then."
"Dozen?" Zoe snorted. "Don't you think we should raise this one before we go having a dozen more?"
"Nah- we'll get all this diaper and boob and cryin' stuff outta the way. In ten years they'll all be potty trained and out huntin'." he returned. "But no more girls. All boys."
"If you want another dozen, and you account for all the diaper and boob and crying, we're looking at more like twenty-five years." said the smaller feral. "Sari won't wean for a few years. She'll probably be two or three before she's out of diapers. And even small children cry."
"Alright then: six strapping boys."
She giggled. "What is they were six girls?"
"Then we'd have six girls, plus Sari, and then one boy after."
"And if number eight were to be born a girl, too?"
"We'd go for nine."
"And what if-"
"Then we'd adopt!" He scrunched his nose. "Good God Almighty... ten girls under one roof. I'd need a second vacation home! Hell, there'd be ten heat cycles once they got old enough."
"How young would that start?"
"I don't know. If we're lucky then not until after the youngest turns thirty-five."
Zoe laughed. "You know, it's the male's DNA that decides whether or not the baby is a boy or a girl." She looked up to meet his eyes. "I think that there will be several little red-headed girls running around- all of them with you wrapped around their little pinky fingers."
He almost grimaced. "Yeah, probably." He looked down at Sari's auburn head, watching her drift off to sleep. One big hand found its way to the top of her head, sleeking back the short curls. "I'm in for a hell of a lot of trouble with just you, huh, runt?"
"It will be worth it."
"It already is."
His mate sighed happily, moving their sleeping cub up onto his chest again while she fixed her tanktop. Clothing adjusted, she stood from the bed and gently recollected her daughter. She picked Sari's fuzzy pink blanket out of the bassinet and a clean diaper from the diaper bag. "I'll be right back, mon amant." She gave him a sexy smirk before slipping out of the door.
Down the hall, Zoe knocked softly on Ororo's door. The weather witch was quick to open it, glancing out beyond Zoe, looking for Victor.
"Is he still in your quarters?" Ororo asked.
"Yes." answered the feral, gently handing her the baby. She followed Ororo into her room, shutting the door behind her. "Are you okay?"
"Fine." she answered non-commitally, laying the sleeping cub down in the middle of her bed.
Zee smiled at her pseudo sister. "Don't worry, mon moka. I'll wear him out. You won't have anything to worry about." She winked, backing out of the door. "I already told him a menage a trois is out." She chuckled at the shocked look on Ororo's face, then pulled the door closed behind her and dashed for her bedroom door.
He was still laid out on the bed when she entered, pushing her door shut behind her with a little smirk. His eyes followed her as she rounded the bed to his side, leaning over him to gently kiss his brow.
"Kommen Sie." She held her hand out to her mate, pulling him up to sit. Once he was on his feet, she lead him into the bathroom. Victor shut and locked the door behind them. He had her pinned to the back wall, his lips crushing over her's before the lock even clicked. She chuckled against his mouth, gently pushing him back. "Wait," she said with a smile. "We have a problem to fix first." (Come with me.)
"Exactly." he said, bringing her hands down to the front of his pants. "Let's fix it."
"Different problem." She rolled her eyes playfully, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose. "Trust me, we'll give this problem plenty of attention in just a moment." She gave him a gentle squeeze as a promise, then slipped out from between her mate and the cold, tile wall. She pulled a small zippered pouch from beneath the vanity's counter. "Will you sit on the edge of the tub?"
The tall, blonde feral nodded, stepping to the bathtub and sitting on its edge. He watched his mate pull a little black hairbrush from the pouch. She set the rest of the pouch in the sink before she started to gently run her brush through his blonde mane. He leaned towards her, closing his eyes, as she carefully brushed out every tangle. Once his hair was smoothed, her hands stopped, and she leaned down, kissing the crown of his head. The brush trailed its way through his long hair one last time before she drew it all up into a ponytail at the base of his neck.
"Ready?" she whispered. When he nodded, she extended one sharp claw, and sliced his ponytail off with one quick swoop. She caught it before it could fall, then laid it lovingly on the edge of the sink. He sighed as the weight was removed from his head. She sighed, glancing at the length of blonde silk on her counter. She'd miss it as much as he would.
Bringing herself back to the present, she looked back down at the top of his head. "How short do you want it, my love?" she asked, running her fingers through what was left of his hair.
"Very short." he answered, enjoying her clawtips on his scalp.
She stepped into the bathtub behind him. "Okay." She pinched up another long lock, cutting it with her claws. When most of the length was gone, she pulled a little pair of manicure scissors from her pouch and used them to even his hair up until it was a tight crew cut. Once his mane was cut away, she walked around in front of him. Using her leg to part his thighs, she stepped up against him, her stomach against his chest. With one soft hand, she lifted his chin. "Close your eyes, mein Herz."
He did as she asked, his hands coming up to grasp her hips, pulling her tight against him while she trimmed his eyebrows down to human length. When she had them both neatly groomed, she softly blew the fallen hair from his face. "There." she murmured, "That's better." She leaned down and kissed his head again.
"But now you'll having nothing to hold on to." he teased softly, pulling her tanktop up. He ran his tongue across one nipple, feeling it harden against his lips. She gasped, surprised.
"That's what your ears are for." she replied, making use of them, pulling him back against her flesh. He smirked against her skin before repeating his actions, teasing her nipple. Without looking, he reached behind him with one hand and turned on the tub's faucet, letting the water get hot. When it ran warm enough, he turned the knob until the water came down from the showerhead. He released her skin from his lips before standing up. His shirt was pulled off, his pants slipped down, while she watched him appreciatively.
Naked, he grabbed her up, pressing her back to the wall beside the tub. Her legs instinctively came to hold herself up around his hips. He put his mouth to her's- rough, demanding response. She was more than willing to comply, returning his kiss with the same intensity.
"Lose the shirt." he murmured against her lips. He curled one claw underneath the bottom hem of her tank, cutting it in two with one quick swoop. The fabric fell away, revealing her full breasts.
"I liked that tank." she commented wryly, looking at the ruined black fabric as it fell to the floor.
"Buy ten more later." he said, scooting her up enough to take a nipple back into his mouth. He rolled his tongue across it, enjoying her soft moan. Pulling back again, he let her legs drop, pushing her shorts down until they fell to the floor. He hooked another claw under the string of her thong, giving it the same treatment as her bra. In one quick movement, he had her with him in the shower, her bare back against the shower wall, the water raining down over them.
With a little smirk, she trailed her fingers down his chest, over his stomach, gently tickling him, while he moved his mouth to the crook of her neck and across her collarbone, biting, licking, nipping. She shifted her hips so that she could feel his arousal poking her stomach, wrapping her hands around him.
"Not so fast, Katze." he mumbled against her neck, gently pulling her hands away. He lifted her to sit on the little ledge built into the shower wall, putting her face to face with him. She sat, watching for his next move, her eyes dark- feral- her fangs long enough to peek out from under her top lip. He smirked at her, feeling his eyes darken to the same pitch-black. When he felt his canines push down through his gums, he brought his face back to her neck, smelling his mark there.
She bit first, a gentle nip of teeth, sharp enough to just break his skin. She lapped up the blood that beaded to the surface, a soft purr on her lips. His hand crept along the inside of her thigh, kneading the soft skin there. Without removing her mouth from his skin, she covered his hands with her own, moving them to where she wanted his touch. Appeasing her, he slipped his fingers along the folds there, slipping two fingers deep inside her. She bit down hard, groaning against his skin.
Slowly at first, he moved his hand against her, listening to her pant and moan against his neck, moving faster and faster until she stiffened against him, a pink blush coming up across her breasts. She quivered, a shiver running through her body as she clamped down on his fingers.
"Oh, Vic . . ." she moaned, leaning back against the shower wall.
He pulled his hand from her body, pushing her legs open wider to cradle his hips against her's. She started to lift her hips, positioning herself over him. "Careful." he growled, leaning down to nip her chin.
"There is no careful." she panted back. "Fuck careful." Her hips moved again, putting him against her slick folds. "Fuck me." she purred, lifting her chin, showing him a glimpse of his mark. "Fuck me, Victor."
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