When it came to eating, both Logan and Victor showed the predatory
streaks in their personalities. Sure, they politely ate mashed
potatoes using a fork, but the chicken was a different story entirely.
Victor didn't actually tear the meat off using his huge incisors, but
it was close enough. And he had an appetite surpassing even Logan's. I
felt somewhat awkward using knife and fork like a normal human being,
though lately I'd began to wonder exactly how normal I really was...or
if I'd ever been.
"That was … tasty," Victor said, almost purring as he licked each
finger clean.
I cleared my throat and tried to focus on what was left on my plate –
only scraps. Damn.
"So darlin', have you given the … lesson … any thought yet?" Logan
said it casually, but there was amusement in his voice.
I just glared at him. He was being way too laid back considering what
he'd just asked me and the fact that he wanted to bend me over his
knees and spank my ass till I turned cherry red and sore. It wasn't
easy coping with two virile and very fuckable men who were just biding
their time to get at me, but I could play Logan's game. After all,
he'd taught me how.
"I may have …" I said invitingly and reached for the whiskey bottle to
pour myself a drink.
"What's this lesson you're talking about?" Victor said, unable and
unwilling to hide the curiosity in his voice. He pushed the empty
plate aside to lean on his elbows; resting his chin in one hand while
tapping the table surface with those black claws.
I shot him an annoyed glance and swallowed my whiskey in one gulp.
Burning liquid slid down my throat; it was just what I needed, sharp
with a touch of smoke. The heat eased its way through every muscle,
relaxing my body and my inhibitions.
"It's okay, you can tell him … if you want to," Logan said and
searched his pockets for a cigar.
Even though he wasn't saying anything, I could tell Victor's senses
were on high alert. He waited patiently, drawing slow, wide circles
over the table, barely etching into the wood with his claws.
I scowled at Logan for almost taking sides with Victor. Sabretooth of
all people! They were supposed to hate each other, not get along as
they were now. This couldn't be good and it made me nervous.
Logan took a deep drag on the cigar, the glow lighting up his face for
a second.
"Alright, fine, tell you what I think is fit for punishm –"
"Punishment?" Victor interrupted, his eyes darting back and forth
between me and Logan, quick like a viper, not at all cat-like.
"That's right, and you" – he shot Victor a knowing glance – "of all
people should know. Rogue's been a bad girl, haven't you sweetheart?"
Logan finished and put the cigar between his teeth.
What the hell was I supposed to say? Yes? No? Either way I was in
trouble. Logan seemed pleased having me squirm – literally – because
he knew very well how I felt about getting my ass tanned. But he
didn't know how I felt about going public with that particular fetish,
especially in front of a man whose middle name was fetish. Something
must've shown on my face and whatever it was it made Logan purse his
lips in that typically arrogant and amused way I'd seen him do back in
Laughlin City.
Victor spoke, sounding like the eager predator he was, watching his
prey walk into a trap. "You know I can smell you wanting him to sling
you over his knees and…"
I raised my hand without thinking, intent on slapping him again, but
he seized my wrist. Claws dug into my flesh as he tightened the grip
and stared angrily at me with those pitch black eyes. He bared his
fangs and hissed.
"Don't tempt me," he said slowly, but with as much warning as he'd
used earlier.
"You should listen to him," Logan said. His words were meant for me
but the glare was for Victor.
Victor ignored the look he got from Logan and served me a lopsided
smile instead.
"See?" he said with malice in his deep voice, but I wasn't sure if it
was only meant for me.
Logan unsheathed his claws on one hand and pointed them directly at
Victor.
"Don't get any ideas kitty or I'll neuter you before you can even blink."
"I won't … master. I'll behave … for now," Victor said mockingly and
let go of my wrist.
Logan snorted like he didn't believe a word Victor said, or maybe he
was trying not to make too much of it. As it was, I didn't know what
to think anymore. Things were already getting out of hand.
***
Well past my way to tipsy, I slumped back onto the couch with a mojito
in one hand and tried to straighten my dress with the other. It was a
futile attempt to come off more … prudent, and a way to try and calm
myself down.
Victor eased himself down onto the far end of the couch, studying me
through narrow eyes. He raised a whiskey bottle to his lips and took a
mouthful of the golden liquid.
"Relax … I won't bite little Rogue," he murmured and smiled, wide
enough to flash his pointy teeth.
"Liar," I retorted and took a long swallow of my drink.
Victor spread his hands. "True … so why cross your legs?"
I knew exactly what was on his mind as his gaze devoured my legs,
traveling up past my thighs. "Don't … even think about it …"
He gave me a cocked eyebrow. "How can I not? I'm just a man. I've had
you once and I know you want more. I can smell it," he said with a
taunting voice that came out sounding both soft and evil.
I glowered at him and silently cursed my flushing cheeks and tingling
flesh.
"Fuck you Victor," I said angrily.
I hated the way he had me wrapped around his finger, playing me
however he wanted; making me beg and respond like all I'd ever wanted
was to be fucked by him in every possible way. I knew with certainty
that he wanted to tie me up, gag me, and do all sorts of painful
things to me, and to himself, during sex. Just thinking about it made
me scared and nervous.
I'd caught glimpses from his past when I'd touched him earlier so I
knew what he enjoyed – but deep down I felt slightly aroused by it
too; aroused by the danger, by walking that fine line between pleasure
and pain. I'd done it before with Logan, though with Victor it would
be a different case.
He threw his head back; the sound of laughter filled the room, rich
and sticky like honey. It raised goose bumps all over my bare arms.
"Oh I intend to fuck you, Rogue. Don't think I won't and don't think
I'll be nice or patient either. Not that I'll need to be," he said and
cupped himself. "You're already so wet I can taste your pussy just by –"
It was too much; he was being way too arrogant and needed to be taught
a lesson. My hand struck his cheek but within quarter of a second I
was lying flat on my back along the couch, held in place by Victor's
body. He seized my wrists in one of his huge hands and my chin with
the other. That tangled mass of blonde hair spilled around his face
and mine as he leaned into me, fury painted all over that masculine face.
"Beg. Me," he hissed and tightened the grip on my wrists.
"What the fuck is this?!" I heard Logan's voice say.
As if on cue – my bet was on the submission thing – Victor released
me, but his face was still set and angry.
"I think you need to discipline your mate Wolverine," he said mockingly.
Logan snorted. "Just shut the fuck up Creed," he snarled and sat down
on the other side of me. He took a drag on the cigar, then another.
There had always been something very erotic about watching those
gorgeous lips close themselves around a cigar.
"Roll over darlin' and put your head in my lap," he said sternly,
taking the drink from my hand and placing it on the coffee table.
I felt Victor put a hand on my leg, barely letting the claws brush my
skin. I didn't have to look to know he was just waiting for something
to happen; eager and ready for anything.
"You've been a bad girl, haven't you sweetheart?" Logan murmured as he
took another drag on the cigar and exhaled slowly.
I nodded.
"How bad?"
"Very …" Yeah, I knew how to play this game; the old letch and the
maiden.
Logan pulled my dress up over my hips and raised his eyebrow when he
noticed I was wearing panties again.
"I thought you were out of them."
"My last pair," I said and chewed at my lip.
He smiled. "Well, you can keep `em on but," he smacked my bottom hard
enough to make me shriek "– that's for tryin' to cover yourself up."
He gave me a crooked grin and swatted my ass again.
I gasped as the palm of Logan's hand landed on one of my thighs, then
another landed with a loud smack; it hurt, but in a way much closer to
pleasure than actual physical pain. I'd be sore tomorrow if he kept it
up. Through the sexual haze I was drifting into, I could still sense
Victor, how he tried hard to behave himself. I knew he wanted to tear
at my clothes, rip into my panties, and go down on me again.
"What did you do darlin'?" Logan asked.
"You already know," I protested and was rewarded with another slap on
my ass that left me with a stinging pain and warm skin.
"Are you sure you didn't do anything else?"
Smack, smack, smack.
Then Logan slid his hand down my panties, between my buttocks, and
inside my wet folds, making me moan and clutch at the fabric of his
shirt. I was open and ready and ached with the need to feel him inside me.
"What was it sweetheart? What else did you do?"
"Nothing … please, Logan …" I said breathily and fought not to wriggle
my hips too much. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was intent on
showing him I could resist his moves and talented fingers. When he
began to rub my clit I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Oh but you have," he continued amusedly, slowly increasing the
pressure, well aware of how to keep me on edge for as long as he
wanted. "You wanted Victor to fuck you and he did, but still you're
angry with him. I think you should apologize to him … any way you see
fit, love."
What the hell was this all about?! Logan taking sides with Victor? I
didn't even want to imagine what Logan thought was a fit apology; let
alone what Victor might have in mind. Logan removed his hand, smiling
down at me.
"First I want you to do something for me," he said and put the cigar
between his teeth and inhaled deeply.
"What?" I said, still short of breath, and rolled over to lie on my
back again.
Even though I was focused on Logan I could feel Victor's presence in
more ways than one; his eyes weighing me down, undressing me, my legs
resting in his lap and his physical reaction to my arousal pressed
firmly against them. An inch away from my face was one of Logan's most
delicious body parts, though still trapped behind the fabric of his
jeans.
Logan cupped one of my breasts, flicked his thumb across the nipple,
and rolled it between his fingers.
"You know how much I love to watch you play with yourself darlin'," he
said hoarsely and took another drag on the cigar.
I felt Victor's claws dig into my flesh at Logan's words. Neither of
them had to beg me to do it; my hand found its way down my panties and
between my thighs without any protest. I closed my eyes; curious as to
why Logan was playing me right into Victor's hands when he knew how
the other man felt about me; what he wanted to do with me.
Any concern was quickly washed away though, replaced by images of what
I must look like lying across the two of them. I could hear my
whimpers grow into moans of pleasure and I didn't need to open my eyes
to know that I had both men's rapt attention. I worked my way towards
my own climax, dragging them both with me, knowing I could halt my
pleasure at any time and maybe it would be torture for me, but it
would punish them as well. Punishment and sweet revenge.
As I opened my eyes, the knowledge of that kind of power over those
kind of men filled me with an intensity matched only by the look their
faces. And then I realized it was the Wolverine's face staring down at
me, it was Sabretooth's eyes watching my every move, both of them
waiting for something.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
thanx for the beta and some really good FB Skybluerae *hugs* (all
mistakes left belong to me and not her)
Everyone else; thanx for the fb =) It means a lot to me =) *gets all
emotional* aww damn hormones!!
mistakes left belong to me and not her)
Everyone else; thanx for the fb =) It means a lot to me =) *gets all
emotional* aww damn hormones!!