Logan yanked me towards him as I slumped back on the bed. He sniffed
the air, growling as he pressed me down onto my back.
"You naughty little girl, what have you been up to? ... I can smell
Vic on you ..."
I opened my mouth to speak but Logan made sure I didn't; a hand
covering it. I could still smell my own arousal from earlier. He
clicked his tongue several times and grinned.
"... and he didn't even finish the job ..." he said, sounding both
amused and condescending at the same time.
I seized two handfuls of Logan's hair to pull him close enough for a
kiss. "Then you do it," I breathed against his lips.
In one quick motion - Snikt - he shred my panties at the hip and
buried his face between my thighs.
There was no need for being slow; instead he licked and nipped at my
clit, eliciting such moans from me that I didn't care if they were too
loud. I whimpered and wriggled underneath Logan but he held me down,
putting an arm across my waist and sliding a couple of fingers inside
to finger fuck me.
Moments later he sent me over the edge; the release was liberating and
spread through my body, down my legs like a slow burn. So painfully
pleasurable it made my toes curl and back arch off the bed, I had to
bury my nails down Logan's shoulders.
"Your turn darlin', " I heard Logan say, his voice husky and demanding.
I actually managed to shift my position, pretty much boneless as it
was and still high on the orgasm, then closed my mouth around Logan's
cock. He seized my still-damp hair to hold me in place as I sucked
him. From the corner of my vision I caught what had to be Victor
looking at us. He pretended to asleep again, one hand resting on that
broad hairy chest. Somehow, I knew he was watching us even though it
was too dark to tell.
It suddenly dawned on me that, out of the three of us, I was the one
holding the most power; a satisfying and exhilarating thought, but
dangerous nonetheless. Logan and Victor would never let me rule them
completely; they were both too dominant for that, and if I intended to
keep them at a distance from me I was never going to get what I
wanted. Neither of them were the type to back down - I had plenty of
evidence of that from earlier - and neither would ever settle for
second best, or a lick when there was more to get. They went after
whatever it was they wanted because it was in their nature to do so,
to hunt down and catch the prey.
A delicate situation to say the least, and the moment I decided to
give up some of my hold on Logan and Victor I'd be the prey.
I pulled Logan deeper inside my mouth as I felt him grow thick and
harder than before - a sign that he was about to come. Glancing up at
him, all I could think about was how gorgeous he was; so utterly
masculine. I wondered for a brief moment what it was I'd ever seen in
Bobby to begin with. He had none of Logan's qualities. I relaxed my
throat muscles as much as I could manage. Logan picked up the speed,
mouth fucking me; not over eager because he was well aware of his size
and deep throating without choking wasn't easy if I let him decide the
pace completely. As he came, the grasp on my hair tightened and he
thrust himself as deep as I allowed him. Afterwards I licked him
clean, pleased at his satiated expression.
Logan pulled up the cover and snuggled against my back; content and on
top again. He buried his face in my hair.
"I know what you want darlin', and if you want him to join ... I won't
say no ... all I'm sayin' is that you be careful if you end up alone
with him."
"Don't worry about me sugar, I'm quite capable of taking care of
myself," I murmured sleepily.
"Oh I know you are, "Logan said and smoothed the curve of my hip, "
... but I was talkin' about Creed ... just 'cause he behaved that
other time doesn't mean he will the next, and I know he still wants
you, in more ways than you'd want to know."
I turned my head and kissed him lightly.
"I told ya, don't worry."
Logan sighed and I vaguely detected the cocked, arrogant eyebrow.
"Maybe I should be more concerned about his welfare, hmm? You're
starting to get way too promiscuous darlin'."
"And you like me that way, don't ya?"
Logan growled quietly and nipped at my neck. Well, that was answer
enough for me.
***
When I woke up the following day I was alone in the bed. There was a
note on the pillow next to mine.
~Had to fix a few things, I'll be back around lunchtime. Just remember
what I said~
Oh yeah that ... Victor. My cheeks grew hot just thinking about his
name, and the moment I did images from last night flooded my brain.
Logan was right; I was getting too promiscuous for my own good. Victor
on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen so I crawled out of bed and
slipped into my kimono.
Unfortunately, I'd momentarily forgotten that he might be in the
bathroom. And he was.
"Sorry ... I ... umm ... the door wasn't locked ... so…"
I stammered and froze. I knew I was staring but he made damn sure I
kept doing it.
Victor was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving. There
wasn't anything weird or wrong with that. He was a man with a lot of
... hair ... and yeah, I knew hairy men had to shave ... at least once
in a while. What was so disturbing and slightly embarrassing was that
he was completely nude. Sure, I'd seen him naked before but I *had*
been drunk then, and I didn't recall him having such a magnificent ...
muscled back. He caught my gaze in the mirror, smug and overly pleased
at my reaction.
"Don't leave on my account," he said lazily and flashed me pointy
teeth in a wide grin.
I wanted badly to hide, not only because I was blushing, but because I
knew he could smell my arousal at its earliest stage.
"I'll ... umm ... just ... just wait outside till you're ... done," I
said and silently cursed my flaming cheeks.
Victor shrugged and returned to cleaning up, rinsed his face with
water then turned to look at me, arms folded across his chest.
"Maybe I want some company," he said and yanked me towards him before
I even had a chance to speak and react. "I can make up for last night,
you know ..."
Shit. Fuck. This wasn't happening. I was not being dragged into a
streaming shower dressed in nothing but a sheer silk kimono, and by a
naked Sabretooth with a hard on. He had me effectively trapped and
towered over me; those dark eyes focused on the water flowing down my
body, trailing the curve of my hips, the mounds of my breasts
underneath the soaked kimono. I wanted to squirm having him ogle me
like I was his next meal.
He ran those claws of his up and down the tiles on each side of me.
"Careful with those," I said breathily.
With a grin Victor retracted the black claws. "Better?"
He slid his hands over my breasts and rubbed my nipples till they
stood out, as taut as possible. I wet my lips, still embarrassed about
my reaction but couldn't find it in me to protest. Shit, shit, shit.
Victor seemed to take my silence as a sign to continue exploring my
body. He literally tore the kimono off and pressed me back against the
wall, leaning into me so close I could feel his breath.
"What do you want woman?" he asked with a low, hoarse voice and
squeezed my hips until I was sure I'd bruise the next day.
"You tell me," was my reply. Oh fuck, what did I just say? Unable to
withhold a moan, and another as Victor ground his cock against me and
pushed my legs further apart, I bit my lip to try and calm myself down.
He dropped to his knees giving me a sly grin as he raked his nails
down my thighs. Oh ... I wondered if he'd hurt me with those fangs.
I'd kissed him once and knew very well how sharp they were. Not to
mention what his tongue felt like; rough and smooth, like fine
sandpaper. The thought alone made my breathing hitch and my knees
heavy. Victor was partially human, but now he didn't look it - he
looked positively feral and evil. Way too scary and he knew it.
"Little Rogue, already so wet ... you're not afraid of me are you?" he
mumbled against my left thigh, and there was no trace of worry or
concern in that voice, just satisfaction at having me under his spell.
I should've said something but he made damn sure I couldn't or didn't
even want to; all that occupied my mind was that hot breath slithering
over my wet skin, those hands running up and down my legs and that
tongue exploring the inside of my thighs. This was all wrong and
dangerous but it felt so good and I was so wet. I wanted to beg him to
lick me, I wanted to make him make me come into his mouth and -
I snapped out of my momentary wet dream as I heard Victor get up and
out of the shower. What the hell was he doing? The anger suddenly
flared to life within me. Who does he think he is?!
I should've known it had been intentional from his part, he was as
much a skilled player at seduction as Logan was. I stomped out of the
shower, my mind set on giving Victor a lecture on proper behavior, but
he'd been ready for that all along.
He whirled on me the moment I tried to grab his arm. Face set and
angry, he slammed my bare back against the wall and I heard a sound
similar to that when Logan unsheathes the adamantium claws. He grabbed
my chin and leaned into me.
"Don't play games with me woman. Just ask," he growled and parted my
legs with a knee.
I was too shocked to say anything so I just put my hands against his
chest to support myself. Victor was breathing through his nose - a
strained sound - just like Logan did when he was getting agitated or
wanted to fuck. There wasn't really anything I could do against a
mutant with superhuman strength except turn my skin on. I didn't. I
didn't do a damn thing, just waited. Victor flashed me two perfect
sets of sharp white teeth then grabbed my ass and scooped me up using
only his hands.
"Too late to change your mind anyway," he snarled just an inch away
from my face then slammed into me, hard enough to make me lose my breath.
I raked my fingernails down his arms as he kept pounding into me, each
thrust eliciting a moan from me. Being fucked by Victor was a thrill;
he didn't ask permission and he was rough and as brutal as possible
without hurting me for real. He got down on his knees, still buried to
the hilt, and lowered me to the floor so that I was forced to arch my
hips and back in order for him to keep fucking me. Supporting me with
his hands on my ass, Victor made sure I met his hard, deep thrusts all
the way.
He had a good view and liked what he saw. I could tell by the sounds
he made and the look on his face as his black eyes roamed all over my
naked outstretched body and the way he studied his cock pounding in
and out of me.
As I reached down to give myself release I sensed Victor's claws dig
into my flesh. Maybe I'd have to turn my skin on later to heal up
'cause it damn well hurt. But the pleasure I got out of it was so
intense, I was able to ignore any physical pain.
"Wait ... wait," Victor said and pulled out of me. When he noticed my
confusion, a wide grin spread on his face.
"I told you last night what I wanted. I'm gonna taste your pussy as
you come. Don't fuckin' deny me that."
Seconds later, I didn't deny him while he lapped and licked every inch
of my sex. Not only did he have claws and sharp teeth like a feline
animal, but the surface of his tongue was rough in a way that made me
wriggle out of discomfort as well as buck my hips against his mouth
with sheer pleasure.
He didn't give me time to catch my breath, the orgasm still rode my
body as he plunged inside me again and began fucking me as fast and
hard as he could manage. When he came, he bit my neck like the cat he
was, growling and emptying himself inside me.
"Good girl," he murmured and rolled off of me, all content and smug
again. "But I'm not done with you yet."
I snorted and got to my feet, unsteadily but still. I shot him an
angry glance and straightened my tangled damp hair.
"You know Logan won't tolerate every little thing you do or want," I
bit off and stepped into the shower again. He wasn't going to win this
round.
Victor was suddenly on his feet in one quick motion and grabbed my
arm. He hissed at me and bared his fangs.
"And how would you know what I want?"
I smiled, not bothered by his or my own nudity any longer. "Just
watch." And my mutation flared to life.
Victor's eyes widened and I heard him gasp, then stumble backwards. I
had to brace myself against the wall.
God, the images that I'd gotten from him ... Not only did I have
Logan's nightmares, but now Victor's warped persona and memories were
in my head. It felt like I was being sucked into a black hole, so much
darkness, pain and terror rushing through me. I hadn't even realized
what a complicated and twisted past and life he'd lead so far, and yet
... underneath it all was something else ... My cheeks burned at some
of the vivid images that had passed between us. Things he wanted to
do. Things he had done. Things I didn't even want to put into words.
Victor sat on the floor slumped back against the wall, with eyes
partially closed. Was he aware of what had just happened? I'd caught
glimpses of Logan among those images. And me. And Storm of all people.
I closed the shower curtain behind me and tried not to think about
Victor or his fantasies, he'd recover eventually - wounded or not.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanx a lot for the beta SkyblueRae *offers to buy fan*
Everyone else; thanx for the fb, you have no idea how much I enjoy
watching you guys squirm *evil laugh*
Everyone else; thanx for the fb, you have no idea how much I enjoy
watching you guys squirm *evil laugh*