The moment I rounded the corner of the cabin an arm shot out and
seized my wrist. It all happened so fast I didn't even have time to
react until that glove clad hand had yanked me towards its owner. I
found myself pressed against what could only be a man's body.
Clad in shadows and a black deep hooded coat – I couldn't make out his
features despite the unusually bright moonlight, but he was very tall
and broad shouldered. I opened my mouth to protest or scream for help
– I wasn't sure of which – when he silenced me and put a finger over
my lips.
"Can't have you wake up the entire neighborhood woman," he said
quietly and pulled me even closer to him, "not this time." There was a
hint of warning and amusement in that low pitched husky voice. It
wasn't all human.
And it sounded far too familiar.
He sniggered and sniffed the air in a disturbingly intimate way. The
grasp on my wrist tightened as something must've shown on my face. I
knew who he was.
"Victor." What the hell was he doing here, sneaking around the cabin
dressed as an assassin? I could literally hear him smirk as if he'd
read my mind.
"Is Wolverine with you?"
Of course I knew better than to try and talk my way out of it; Logan
had filled me in on Victor's mutation. I was also very aware of the
fact that Logan considered him unreliable, unpredictable, and a man
with divided loyalties. Dangerous to say the least, but intriguing at
the same time. Victor already knew Logan was in the cabin, he was just
the type of man that had to ask to get a chance to taunt and tease.
***
It took me several minutes to gather my thoughts and grasp the
reality, and the reality was that goddamned Sabretooth had showed up
on our doorstep. I closed the door behind me and prepared myself for …
something. Since I figured the men needed some time to sort things
out, I made myself scarce and went into the only other room we had
besides the bedroom/living room – the kitchen – to retrieve some wine.
A lot of it.
Logan had pulled down the window curtain and was now standing next to
Victor in front of the fireplace. By his rigid posture I could easily
tell he wasn't happy about our visitor.
"M – … Rogue, you okay?" Logan eyed me closely; he tried not to show
any worry or anger but I knew better. He struggled to remain calm when
his whole being itched with the need to mark his territory.
I nodded and smiled. "Yeah, he didn't hurt me or anything like that,"
I said and buried my face in a glass of red wine. I felt a hell of a
lot more like getting drunk on that cabernet sauvignon than getting
caught in the middle of whatever was going to happen between Logan and
Victor.
"I didn't come here to pick a fight or lure you into a trap …
Wolverine," Victor said with a strained voice. He had pulled back the
hood so that his long, tangled blonde hair spilled down his shoulders.
Logan snorted and scowled at Victor, arms folded across his chest and
on edge. Ready to fight if it became necessary.
"Look, if I'd wanted to put my life on the line you really think I'd
be so stupid as to come here unarmed?"
"Maybe, but since when did we start carrying weapons Creed? You've
never bothered to before so why would you now? Nice fuckin' try …"
Victor shrugged and shot me a glance.
"…which makes me wonder if this ain't just another set up," Logan said
between clenched teeth.
"Because it's not."
"Then what the hell do you want?"
"I came to warn you about something … Logan," Victor said sweetly and
flashed his fangs, "now you tell me if I'm lyin' or not."
The power that rolled off of both Logan and Victor spread across the
room, slithered over my skin like velvet and made my pulse speed up –
they had a lot more in common than either of them wanted to
acknowledge. What little I knew about Victor, and his alter ego
Sabretooth, was scary enough. I sort of reckoned them to be some kind
of evil version of Logan and Wolverine. The two of them weren't
friends and never had been, but there *was* some kind of mutual
respect between them that prevented a bloodbath.
Logan grabbed Victor by the lapels of his coat and growled.
"Okay, but if I find out you've been hiding something –"
Victor glared at him in return. "Yeah I know, you'll kill me. In fact
I'm offering you to take me out right this minute now that I've been …
incapacitated."
Logan released his grip on Victor and frowned. "Incapacitated?"
"Those fuckers thought it would slow me down," Victor snarled and took
off the coat. He grunted slightly as he pulled the t-shirt over his
head only to reveal he'd been hit by some kind of weapon, a gun maybe.
Logan studied the wound then shifted his gaze to meet Victor's. "What
happened? Why aren't you healing?" he asked.
"I don't know, think it was some kind of poison dart or something
`cause I took them out but the wound wouldn't heal anyway."
That was bad, bad news for the both of them as they relied a lot on
their mutation. Logan smoothed a hand across his face and sighed
heavily. Victor shifted slightly; obviously uncomfortable and probably
in pain, while his black gaze darted back and forth between me and Logan.
I couldn't tell if Victor was telling the truth about everything else,
but the wound obviously refused to heal. What I did know was that he
never did anything for free and once you'd given him even the tiniest
hint of invitation he wasn't going to back down. After all, he was
just as dominant and territorial as Logan – an alpha in every sense of
the word - and that meant you didn't get a chance to bargain. And
yeah, I knew bringing two alphas together wasn't the brightest idea.
"I don't think I can help you with that Creed, other than offering you
a chance to clean up. There's some antiseptic in the bathroom if you
think that'll help," Logan finally said.
Oh this really was bad news if there was such a poison.
Victor nodded and cursed under his breath as he touched the wound. It
was obvious he was in pain – the abdominal muscles rippled underneath
that massive hairy chest.
"Hopefully it's only temporary," he muttered.
"You'll just have to wait and see but first … let's say I believe you
… care to explain what you're doin' here?" Logan said suspiciously as
he lit a cigar.
Victor shot me another narrow eyed glance. "It's the Brotherhood; I
think they're up to something."
Logan arched an eyebrow. "You think or you know? You got fuckin' hit,
you can't heal and –"
"Alright, point taken Wolverine. Look I can't be sure of anything but
I'm pretty fuckin' sure about this."
"Aren't you a member of Magneto's entourage?"
"When I choose to be, but even you should know I am my own master and
I won't dance by Lensherr's tune all the time," Victor sneered and
glanced at me again, "or anyone else's. Only when it suits me."
I felt I had to intervene before things got out of hand. I had no
desire to watch Logan and Victor fight each other so I did the only
thing I could think of, I handed them each a glass of wine.
***
A couple of hours later Victor had showered, cleaned out the wound and
was asleep on the rug in front of the fireplace. I glanced momentarily
at him then shifted my attention to Logan instead.
"Do you believe him?" I whispered.
Logan arched off the bed to lean on his elbows.
"Yeah, but I don't like it. Fuckin' scares me that I know he's tellin'
the truth, that he seems to be willing … to help. But with what?"
I traced his bare chest, enjoying the sensation of heated, firm skin
against the palm of my hand.
"Don't worry `bout that now, sugar."
Logan opened then closed his mouth only to give me the eyebrow,
slightly arrogant and questioning. I closed my hand around his cock,
biting my lip as a groan escaped him. Barely giving me time to catch
my breath Logan covered my mouth with his and without asking, he
grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.
"Say it sweetheart," he mumbled against my lips.
"Fuck me, Logan ... please, please fuck me baby …"
And he did, hard and fast like he wanted to prove a point. I didn't
really care, as long as he kept doing what he was doing. Logan held
both my wrists in one hand, with the other he reached down between us
and drew moan after moan from me. I knew a part of him, the Wolverine,
had an inborn need to mark his territory when another alpha was
present. My guess was that Victor could sense and smell what we were
doing and the very thought of that sent a shiver down my spine. Not
out of fear but out of lust. The memories of our latest encounter were
still very vivid and flashed before my eyes. The more I tried not to
think about them, the faster and stronger they came.
Logan broke off the kiss, slightly out breath and overly pleased at
having me this close to release. He grinned at me and whispered,
"You gonna be quiet darlin'?"
I managed to moan and nod a response.
"Then turn around," he continued in a low pitched voice and rolled me
over.
I got up on my knees. Normally, I'd have doubts about doing what I
did, but the wine lay like a cozy, heavy blanket over me and my
conscience and told me Victor wouldn't mind in the least watching as
Logan fucked me; especially considering the position we were in.
Logan's favorite by far, and knowing Victor's second nature probably
his too. From where I was it looked like the huge shape of Sabretooth
was sound asleep.
I clutched the sheets and buried my face in the pillows, unable to be
quiet as Logan ran his fingers across my most sensitive parts in fast
circular motions. He pulled out and waited for me to climax and when I
did he slammed right back inside, as deep as possible, and leaned
forward to nip and bite my neck. If Victor wasn't awake by now then he
had to be in a coma because there was no way that Logan could've
managed to stay asleep at the sounds and smell of people fucking right
next to him - and Victor was as hypersensitive as Logan.
Logan groaned into my hair as he came. We cuddled for a while
afterwards then I crawled out of bed and slipped into my black silk
kimono. I needed to freshen up, and I was hungry – my mind already set
on the leftover dessert in the fridge. After I'd had a quick clean up,
slipped into a fresh pair of panties and a tank top, I snuck into the
kitchen.
Still under the influence of alcohol, I didn't bother using a spoon
but my fingers instead to scoop up the strawberry mousse. It tasted
like heaven; creamy smooth and just what I needed now that we were out
of wine.
A hand suddenly covered my mouth. Another quickly seized my arms, and
even before he spoke I could feel that hot breath tickle my skin.
Those sharp teeth barely brushed my neck, that tongue licking
alongside it.
"Cruel, cruel woman not to let me come and play," Victor hissed
against my ear and removed his hand from my mouth only to let it slide
down my cleavage.
I inhaled sharply as that hand cupped my left breast, as those fingers
flicked across the nipple. Without looking I could sense his amusement
and excitement at having me on the edge.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I whispered angrily. My
cheeks burned, not only out of embarrassment but out of desire. I
thanked myself for leaving the lights out in the kitchen.
Wrong thing to say. Victor pinched my nipple, hard enough for it to be
almost painful, but not quite - unless he kept doing it.
"Don't you remember the last time? I've yet to taste your pussy little
Rogue …"
I was about to tell him to shut it, then figured that probably wasn't
the best idea. I was just as skilled at playing this game as he was.
Ignore the bait … yeah, I could do that. After all, I'd been the one
begging both Victor and Logan to fuck me back then, but I'd be damned
if he thought he could get in my panties now.
As if on cue, Victor slid his hand across my belly and down into my
underwear. Damn him. A sound resembling something between a growl and
a purr rose from somewhere deep inside that massive chest as his
fingers slid between my thighs and discovered I was more than ready.
"So you had strawberry mousse," he mumbled against my ear, the grip on
my wrists tightening.
"You want … some?" I managed to say, biting down hard on my lip as I
felt Victor's fingers slide over my clit, then back again. I fought
not to wriggle, intent on not making it too easy for him. As it was,
he already had me trapped.
I sensed Victor grin against my neck; fangs wanting to scratch and
bite down hard, wanting to pierce my skin, enough to draw blood. But
he behaved in that area, and misbehaved in others.
"Maybe ... but I prefer pussy instead."
I turned my head as much as I could and glared at him. That only
earned me a rather wicked, wide smirk. He didn't increase his speed
but slowed it down, his fingers working in deliberately slow circular
motions. Unable to suppress a whimper – because slow wasn't good, it
was goddamn painful in a way. It made my whole body itch with the need
to grab Victor's hand and make him go faster. At this pace he might be
able to keep me on edge for a very long time, enough to drive me crazy.
As I felt that warm weight begin to build at the apex of my thighs,
Victor ground his crotch against my ass. So hard and ready. A part of
me, at least the part that was still somewhat aware of what was
happening, was amazed at the self control he seemed to possess. I knew
he'd bend me over the counter and fuck me right there and then if I asked.
"Listen … Victor … uh… this … mmmmm … you …" Fuck, this so wasn't
happening. This was bad. He was not getting me off in the kitchen.
Fuck and double fuck.
"So wet … what are you playin' at woman?" he said hoarsely and
increased the speed; claws brushing my most sensitive parts without
hurting me. God, but he was skilled at this, and it felt so good I
wanted to scream out of pure lust the closer I got to climaxing.
It all came to an abrupt end and I snapped out of my daze when Victor
removed his hand and released his grip on me the moment I was about to
come. He took a couple of steps backwards; that feral, pitch black
gaze intent on me as he licked his fingers clean one by one. I wanted
to grit my teeth and yell at him to finish what he'd started.
Victor left the kitchen, and I was left panting with a throbbing ache between my thighs.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
alright first off, thanx for the beta SkyblueRae (all
mistakes left are mine not hers).
Second - this is sort of a sequel to (or something like that) Ménage à Trois (if anyone remembers Rogue getting dirty together with Logan and Victor in a bar then in their motel room). Also, this was supposed to be a one shot and obviously it's not =) therefore ... don't get tooexcited just yet ... there's smut and then there's smutty smut *sniggers*
(and what is it with me and french titles? I'd barely make as a tourist in France ...)
mistakes left are mine not hers).
Second - this is sort of a sequel to (or something like that) Ménage à Trois (if anyone remembers Rogue getting dirty together with Logan and Victor in a bar then in their motel room). Also, this was supposed to be a one shot and obviously it's not =) therefore ... don't get tooexcited just yet ... there's smut and then there's smutty smut *sniggers*
(and what is it with me and french titles? I'd barely make as a tourist in France ...)