The Rare Feral

Chapter 14

Stryker watched; he had been watching all evening. The colonel taking note of every small look that happened between Victor and the beautiful rare feral that sat by his side. Of every twitch of his lip and movement that the big feral would make, if he or any of the other men said something or moved a little too close to the female, for Victor liking. Wade, as always, being the main instigator of anything that had happened during the little get together.

He wasn't like these mutants, no special senses or feelings; but he didn't need any special ability to know that his suppositions were right, and there was a certain something between the two ferals. In a way, it was a good thing, as he had thought before, the presence of the rare feral might make the often unpredictable Victor easier to control. The colonel able to hold her wellbeing over the big feral's head. But then again, in bringing her here, he could have made things worse for himself. He could have provided Victor with a true allies. An allies that would do anything for him. A dangerous allies that was capable of things that he wasn't even sure of. But, whatever the case, she was in his hands, now; and when the time was right, she, Victor and the other mutants would find out why the colonel had really wanted her.

"Well........." (Y/n) suddenly said, as she brought her napkin up to her lips and patted them with the tip of the white square of material.

"My compliments to your chef, colonel. It has been quite some time since I have eaten like this. It tasted far better than the raw fish and meat I have been eating, and the blacktail that Victor cooked for us the other night..........."

"You eat raw meat...........?" Chris interrupted.

"Victor can cook.............?" Wade added in disbelief, as he looked over at the feral, that had been pushing his dessert around his plate until his mate had spoken.

"I prefer my meat cooked; but as I didn't want to attract attention, I haven't been able to light a fire, so raw meat is better than no meat; and I am able to digest it just as well as I can cooked." The rare feral began, as she placed her napkin on the table.

"And as far as Victor cooking.........he did an ok job. It was still a little overcooked for me, but.............." (Y/n) continued, as she looked over at her mate, who was smiling slightly. Neither of them about to tell the others that the reason that the blacktail had been over cooked, was because he had been claiming her. Was because she had been lying on his large black coat, with her legs wrapped around him, clawing at the muscles in his back, as she gave into her need for him. As the sounds of their mating had filled the otherwise silent forest.

"Now, unless the colonel has any more surprises for this evening, I would quite like to retire. It has been a little while since I have been able to sleep in a real bed.............." The female feral added, before getting to her feet, ignoring Wade's remark about seeing Victor in a frilly apron. The hair that she had assured hung closely around her neck until this moment, moving out of the way; Chris looking over at John and James, and gesturing that he had seen something on her neck. A strange mark. The two other men remembering what the feral had told them about (Y/n) possibly being Victor's mate.

"I'll take ya back to ya room............" Victor said, as he pushed his plate away and got to his feet. Stryker intercepting him, before the feral could reach her.

"Nonsense, Victor; you should be getting some rest, yourself. All that time in Alaska, I am sure that you would like a good night's sleep, too." The colonel told him. A smile once more making its way onto his lips, as he saw the look in Victor's eyes. A look that would mean he would be dead, if such things could kill.

"No, that is quite alright, colonel. I am sure that I can find my way back. I can only imagine that you have better things to do. So, goodnight..........." (Y/n) interjected. Not wanting to go anywhere else with the colonel; yet knowing that she couldn't protest at Victor not being able to join her. The rare feral giving her mate one last look, before leaving the room. Victor standing there and glaring at Stryker for a moment, before storming out of the door, and heading down the corridor in the opposite direction that his lover had just headed. The colonel throwing his own napkin onto the table, before straightening out his jacket, and then heading out of the door. Leaving the others to just look at one another.

"What the hell just happened...............?" Wade pipped up, the rest of the team just shaking their heads, as they all got up and left him at the table.

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"So, what did you see...........?" John asked, as he moved to Chris' side.

"See? See what...........?" Fred interrupted. The big blonde having no idea what was going on. Turning around and glaring at Wade, as the katana wielding mercenary caught up to the others and almost barreled into him, as he came to a sudden stop.

"Well remember how Jim said that if (Y/n) was Victor's mate, she would have a mark on her neck............." Fred just looking at him, as Chris tried to explain.

"Well, I saw something, when her hair moved. A mark on her neck just here." The smaller man continued, pointing to a spot on his neck.

"So, does that mean that Victor.............?" Remy enquired, as he and the others looked at James, who kept his back to them. The feral not saying anything, just making his way to the door to his room and stepping inside.

"So...........can I go and see if (Y/n) wants someone to tuck her into bed, or not.............?" Wade asked, as he leant up against the wall.

"What...........?" He called out, as the others just shook their heads, and left him. All sure that if he tried, their visitor would most likely make him regret it.