Scream The wind whipped through her window with a stinging chill as if to warn her of what was to come.

Perhaps she should have heeded natures foreboding call. But she was far too distracted at the moment. She couldnt bring herself to sleep. The mansion was still. Quiet. As everything had been since Magnetos imprisonment and Logans departure. Too still. Too quiet. She had stayed up for nights since the incident at the statue of liberty. The wheels of her mind spinning trying to figure out what Magnetos next move would be as she knew that The Brotherhood would not allow their leader to rot in his plastic jail forever. The profeesor had told her there was nothing to worry about but she couldnt help the thoughts that kept her up at night. But no matter much she thought about it Ororo Munroe came up with nothing. She couldnt think about what they could possibly be planning. That night was been no different. The only change. The only warning was been the wind. She stood from her sitting position on the edge of her bed moving to close the window and block out the night air that sent a dangerous chill down her spine and swayed the white nightgown that hung down to her feet making her think that mother nature was betraying her. Before she reached the window her bare feet lightly padding the hardwood floor there was a sound. A growl. Low. Heated. Menacing. She may have mistaken him for Logan if not for the scent of blood that hung in the air. But she knew exactly who it was. She knew. She knew before he appeared in her open window sharp teeth glaring at her in a sinister grin. All small part of her. A vain part of her had hoped that he was dead. Hoped Logan had truly seen to it that he had met his final demise. But a bigger part of her.

The smarter part of her knew he was very much alive and was in no way finished with her yet. She had felt him watching her for days now after all though she lied to herself telling herself she hadnt. She could lie no longer when he leapt down from his perch his black eyes drilling into her. She backed away slowly. She wasnt sure how but somehow she knew that he hadnt come to hurt her. Not exactly. He wanted something else. Something he had demanded of her the first time she had encountered him and something that he had said she owed him on the second. If he hurt her, to him that would be a mere plus as he lived for blood and thirsted for pain. She had watched as he removed his jacket letting it fall to the floor as he stepped forward deliberately. Victor. She warned though it sounded weak even to her own ears. Why so formal? he purred darkly, Call me what I am. Sabretooth. Ororo whispered. His eye lids fell shut at the sound. He purred deeply having liked the way that it dripped fearfully from her lips. Despite the fact that she was afraid there was something else. Something dangerously close to fascination lingering as she watched him. The speed of her heart tripled. She stood still her brain not knowing whether to tell her feet to move backward or advance forward. If you come any closer Her words died almost as soon as they had been spoken.

If she had wanted to hurt him she would have done so sooner. If she had wanted to call out and wake the others she would have done it the moment the growl that revealed his presence had reached her ears. Dont be frightened, he snarled, I wont bite unless you want me to. And you do want me to. Dont you Storm? Her mouth had gone dry. There were no words. He had decided to take it as confirmation and somewhere in the darkest corners of her mind she sensed that she had wanted him to. Wwhy are you here? She stammered. She hadnt noticed that he had been slowly peeling in his clothes off until the last item hit the floor. He stood before her an animal amongst men. The strong muscles on his bare chest heaving as his nostrils flared taking in her scent. Logic frantically yelled at her to run berating her body that was betraying her, her fingers itching to run through the tangled mess of his mane. Victor Creed licked his lips. He had only come to scare her. Thats what he had told himself. He hated her. All of her self-righteous bullshit. Her pathetic good girl charade. She stood so prim. So proud. So unattainable. He wanted her. Not the Ororo that had served Charles so faithfully all of these years. But the animal he could see lurking beneath the surface. That was who he needed to possess. That was what her needed to take, it would definitely bring the goddess down a few notches until she was crawling around in the dirt where he lived. You know why I am here? He barked his large hands suddenly wrapped around her throat his claws digging into her sensitive skin.

Her eyes grew wide with panic as his face was suddenly inches from her own his sharp white fangs peeking out from behind his lips. You owe me a scream. He sneered viciously before taking her bottom lip between his teeth and biting down until her drew blood. She winced letting out a whimper as his tongue darted out and licked it clean. He threw her onto the bed with so much force that what little breath she had managed to hold before his attack was knocked out of her. Her head fell back and before she could nurse her bruised body he was there pinning her to the bed by her wrists her flesh bruising anew. Make no mistake goddess, he spat sardonically, There will be more blood where that came from. Her head spun with the sudden pain that came with his weight. Every rational bone in her body told her that she shouldnt be enjoying this but as she took a deep breath his feral scent making her dizzy the tight cord of her composure snapped, all thoughts of stopping him flying out the window. It was important that she kept her control. Because of who she turned into when she didnt. The things her body and her power could do. She scared herself every time she lost it. But there was nothing that she could do to stop the beast inside that had awoken upon feeling his hardness against her thigh. Nothing that her brain could do to reprimand her as her body arched upward a challenging snarl escaping her lips. Is that a threat, she purred her voice foreign to her own ears, Or a promise.

He looked down at her as everything beastly in her he had ever seen burst to the surface her eyes turning into endless dark pools. It wasnt good enough. He wanted her complete submission. He needed her to beg. He ripped her nightgown from her body his claws shredding it with one swift motion not surprised to find her naked. He could smell the want on her skin. Feel the heat radiating from her flesh. You tell me, he hissed the sharp talons digging into her thigh scratching drawing blood anew, Once the red stains hit your sheets. There lips met in a bruising kiss her hand finally tugging his wild knotted mane. She wondered what the others would do if they could see her now. Taking the enemy into her bed. Letting this monster paw fervently at her flesh like a man crazed. She didnt give a damn. She was tired of hiding behind grace and divinity. She wanted to let go. Needed to let go as she latched on to the feel of his rough hands against her skin and the taste of the blood that forever stained his lips. It was insane she knew. Almost horrific. But as his mouth left hers and his tongue moving down, his sharp teeth scathing over the flesh of her breast she couldnt seem to find terror in any of it only want. A dark and blinding need. And as she let out a soft whimper she knew that before all of this was over he would indeed get his scream. As his tongue flicked over her nipple her hands moved from his twisted jumble of hair to his shoulders her nails clawing recklessly, madly leaving marks on his skin.

He smiled against her flesh barely noticing the pain but feeling the smallest drop blood flow down his back. Thats it, he rumbled trailing kisses down her stomach, Mark your territory and Ill mark mine. She shuddered shutting her eyes as she began to feel him panting over the heat in between her legs. Victor, she demanded her nails digging once more, Now. He moved closer blowing deliberately over the sensitive flesh. Beg. He roared his claws sinking into her thighs. She let out a small yelp as the stinging pain hit her nearly overshadowing the pleasure she was experiencing. So this is what its like being with an animal, she thought almost bitterly. Her pride had left her. Her dignity was long gone. Begging would be nothing if it got her what she desired. Please. Ororo solicited her voice raw and throaty. Sabretooth grinned and leaned down to inhale her scent. It was sickeningly sweet. Her whole body smelled of wild flowers and vanilla. He cringed slightly once he realized the smell would have made him nauseous were it coming from anyone else. Victor, she repeated dazed, Please. He complied his tongue stabbing inside of her; his finger soon joining as it slid in and out of her body, causing her to shudder. She tasted sweeter than

anything he had ever experienced. Even blood. He couldnt help the accomplished feeling that swept over him being able to possess her like this. She who had looked down on him. There would be no denying her need for him once this was over. No way that she would ever be able to object. His tongue moved steadily each thrust driving his point home. The wind whipped heavily through room only this time Ororo was the cause. The heavy breeze did little to calm the heat of her body as she exploded inside his mouth her body arching painfully off the mattress. Victor pulled back licking his lips like a lion after a meal. He moved over her again, her body still convulsing as he entered hard and fast. She bit her bottom lip as her body tried desperately to fit his girth her nails scrapping up and down his back. She hadnt been prepared for the weight of him. She hadnt been prepared for him filling her so completely he threatened to burst open her walls. He began to move in and out of her quickly his sharp teeth grinding together his hands clawing and ripping sheets. She was so warm and tight around him. The animal in him had come alive full force and he couldnt help driving in and out of her at a maddeningly fast pace. His onyx eyes took in the exact moment her eyes began to go white. He clutched the mattress tight as she moved sporadically beneath him her white hair splayed across the mattress, silent cries escaping her lips. He was losing her he knew. She was close. He couldnt lose her yet. Not until she gave him what he wanted.

You owe me a scream. He snapped leaning forward. His lips touched her ear his facial brushing against her cheek. Scream for me. He whispered thrusting forward. And she did her voice loud and blending with the crying of the wind. He let out a loud howl following her over the edge. He collapsed on top her heavily his animal need to mate sated. I told you, you would scream for me. He grumbled victoriously. He lifted his head in time to see her eyes return to their normal blue. Now, she said with a smirk, How about I make you scream for me? He left a deep low animal sound in the back of his throat. Sabretooth decided that he liked it when Storm lost control even more that hearing her scream.