Victor hadn’t purred for him, hadn’t really said anything coherent beyond muffled growling and cursing in between laughter, much of that muffled by Wraith’s jacket. Sadly that jacket had proven a casualty, torn up in places and soaked with saliva in others through serving as an improvised blindfold and muzzle. Still there had been a lot of writhing and thrashing, clumsy swatting that easy to avoid and a lot of effort to try and hold Sabretooth down. A good thing David had recovered enough to start to join in, his strength and mass added to Logan and John’s enough to hold Victor down. He’d gone for the ribs as well exacting revenge for Victor’s earlier onslaught and combined with John’s assault on the armpits and Logan on his soles, Victor finally went still and quiet if not for long.
There was purring now, or maybe low rumbling growling, Victor’s loud snoring sounding pretty much like both at times. All that strong alcohol combined with a