8 comments/ 30030 views/ 6 favorites Wolverine Gets a Little Upset By: 2052Dreams [This follows up Wolverine's Desire, which followed Wolverine Confidential. I will do my best to finish the story in one or two more parts at most, after the characters tell me what is going to happen. Of course the character of Logan belongs to Marvel.] * The room blazed white as the beast-men simultaneously fired their weapons. Katherine watched as if in slow motion, as the two blasts hit Logan square in the chest, his head snapping forward as the force sent him catapulting backward in a ball of fire, arms and legs sprawled as he slammed into the far wall of the library. "NOooooooooooooo," she screamed as she saw him lifelessly slide down into a heap on the floor, and launched herself into a run toward his unmoving, smoldering form. "No, princess," a beast-man said in a low, hollow voice, and then backhanded her across the face, dropping her to the floor, the force knocking the breath from her lungs. Stunned, with pain shooting through her jaw, she gasped for air as he reached down, grabbed her around the throat and dragged her up against the wall. He pinned her with his arm, and looking over his shoulder he said to the other beast, "Make sure its dead." The command brought Katherine back to life, careening her arms and kicking at the beast. She grunted as she scratched the stinking, yellowed arm that pinned her, kicking as hard as she could, consumed by panic and desperation. "Be still," he said as he turned back to her, as if remembering she was there. Then he struck her hard across the face with his other hand, then again with his fist, a concentrated blow against her temple. Katherine's vision went black around the edges and her knees buckled. She was flooded with waves of dizziness and pain, the stench of the beast souring the air and adding to her rising nausea. For an instant she couldn't remember what was happening or why. Then, she was vaguely aware of more flashes of white lightening filling the room and understanding returned. Oh God, no. Please no, she thought, a miserable sound escaping from her. A sob caught in her throat and anguish filled her, burning through her eyes. The light stopped and with it, the last glimmer of hope faded from her. Logan was dead. Oh God, her mind screamed. She felt as though her insides were collapsing, the tears being squeezed out by the pain, along with any desire to fight, or even to live. She slumped down, drained of all strength, held up only by the killer's fingers around her neck. Her inner voice screamed and cursed in rage at the brutal, heartless God she now hated. As she hung pinned against the wall by the murderer of her family, and now of her only love, she was consumed by the cruelty of it all, and she let go of every last spark of life within her. "Go get the vehicle," the beast-man commanded. "But, I want to be first this time," the other responded, as he looked over the shoulder of the leader, to stare at Katherine, his grotesque face a mask of ugliness. "They're no fun after you have them. It's my turn to be first." "Go get the vehicle or you'll be first." His voice was low, menacing and clear in its authority, stating the threat with no misinterpretation. Then he turned to Katherine, "Talon wants you. For treason, princess." "Treason?" she rasped out, numb and uncaring, her voice a thin rail of sound. "Aura transmissions indicate you've taken a mate. There can be no heirs." Katherine's mind could not wrap around this, and she frowned at him, her thoughts too fuzzy to grasp his meaning. He leaned in closer to her and blew his foul breath in her face. As she turned her head away, he said, "Someone's here with you. Talon wants to know who in the court is betraying him." He put a filthy finger to her face, "You'll tell him what he wants to know," he smiled, dragging his finger down her cheek. And then he pushed his large body, stinking and grotesque, against her. She felt the bile rise to her throat, her lip curling in disgust. "But first, I'll have some pleasure from you." He pushed harder against her, his putrid breath blowing over her. She looked up at him as his meaning dawned. A bolt of rage, fueled by fear, shot through her, bringing her back to life. She raised her head and strained back, trying to push away to get some room to fight. Snitk. Snitk. "You picked the wrong girl, bub." Still holding her by the throat, the beast turned his head as Logan lunged onto his back and wrapped one clawed hand around his chest, gouging into the flesh. Katherine watched in stunned silence as a snarling Logan brought his other razor sharp claws slashing down on the beast's forearm, driving through bone and muscle and severing the arm, releasing Katherine from her trap. Her hands came up to shield her face as blood from the amputated arm sprayed her, the beast yelling and pitching around, trying to reach Logan. "Oh my God," Katherine whispered, reality shifting, as she watched Logan, his face pulled back in a picture of rage and fury, a roar coming from him as he drove into the beast's back again. Then he slashed a second time through the arm, severing it further up and causing the beast to scream and spin and spray an arch of blood out into the library. "Pick on somebody your own size, cocksucker." Logan growled the words out as he continued to slash into the man who was spinning under him like a bull trying to throw off a rider. Logan rammed his claws again into the man's back, holding there for leverage, and then racked across the beast-man's chest and up into the neck with a yell of fury. Then, he pulled off and vaulted to the floor. Crouching, with his face drawn back in a snarl, his arms spread and ready, he watched while the mortally wounded beast turned one more time in a circle, his knees giving out, and fell dead to the floor. Katherine stood transfixed, afraid to move or call to him, as if this new scene might evaporate and she'd be returned to the nightmare of seconds before. She drank him in with her eyes, as if she could stabilize the picture, making him real and alive, simply by her will. She tried to take a breath and Logan turned partly toward her, teeth barred and the fierceness and rage painted across his face. He looked back at the dead man, jaw still clenched and his mouth set in a grim line. Then, he looked over to her again, as if remembering something, a flicker of awareness passing over his face. But then, Logan's head snapped around, and he launched himself at the open door, just as the second mercenary strolled through. Arms stretched out and claws extended, the muscles across his back rippled with effort. Logan stabbed violently into the beast's chest, withdrew, spun around and struck two lethal blows, one after the other, slashing down fully through the man's chest. A look of surprise was fixed on the hideous face as he dropped lifelessly to the floor. Logan stood over him growling, his chest heaving, turning his face away from Katherine. He rolled his neck, metal popping, and shook out his arms with a grunt. Then he gave the bloody mass a vicious kick. She watched as his breathing slowed and she waited, memorizing him. His arms hung at his sides, his muscular back still braced. His shirt was almost completely gone, burned away, except for some blackened remnants tucked and hanging from the waist of his jeans. He turned his head slightly, as if to listen for her to move or to say something, but did not face her. Then she saw his shoulders lift to take a deep breath, and he retracted his claws, the metallic tones echoing in the deadly quiet of the library. He turned to face her and she watched as he transformed from assassin, back to Logan, his expression softening with concern as he took her in. "Katherine," he said as he strode over to her, searching her face and frowning. "Are you hurt?" "My head hurts. He hit me. Really hard." She winched as he brushed his fingers over the darkening bruise on her face and explored the bump growing on her temple. He scowled and muttered a curse under his breath. "You SEE!" She jerked away and screeched. "I told you to get out!" Her voice was shrill as she pulled from his grasp and faced him with a scowl. Impotently slapping at his arms she continued, "This wouldn't have happened if you had left when I told you to go!" "Katherine, you're upset," he said tentatively. "I'm sorry you had to see..." he said trying to find a way to apologize for what she had seen. "I'm leaving." Logan stilled at her words, caution and anxiety moving into him. "What? Katherine, look," he began, holding his hands out in supplication, but then he noticed they were still covered with blood. "Chrissakes," he rasped and folded his hands back around his body. Wiping them on his jeans, he said, "Katherine, this isn't..." "Are you coming?" she snapped as she whirled around, still in a shrill, anxious voice, as if he couldn't hear her. "I'm getting out of here." She glared at him. "Are you coming or staying this time?" She mocked as if challenging him. "I'm coming," he said cautiously and waited. "Okay then," she said after a pause and seemed to relax slightly at that. Then taking a breath, she nodded at him, "Can we go now, please?" Then she paced quickly back to the desk and pulled out a small case. Logan picked up his jacket and was pulling on his shoes, when a red light filled the room and encircled the two corpses. "Oh no," Katherine breathed out and she stood staring with her mouth open. Then the light and bodies vanished. "Oh God," she whispered. "Looks like we'd better go," Logan said calmly, taking hold of Katherine's trembling form and herding her quickly out past the demolished doors of the library. "Katherine, I'm on foot, remember?" "We'll take my truck. But I don't think I can drive," she said apologetically, as they reached her weathered Chevy, holding out the keys to him with an unsteady hand. "At your service, darlin'," he said and handed her up into the passenger's side, circled around and leaped into the driver's seat. He cranked the engine, shoved it into gear and peeled out; the screeching tires echoing in the garage. Then, he pulled into the thoroughfare without stopping, dodged oncoming cars, horns blasting, turned a sharp left, skipped over the median, and headed against traffic again for a moment before he turned sharply up onto the Interstate ramp. "Shit, Logan," she said, holding on to the dash, feeling her stomach go queasy again. "Do you always drive like this?" "Pretty much. But aren't we running for our lives?" He turned to her, a cocky smile etching the corners of his mouth. "You think this is funny!" She hissed out, as he shrugged his shoulders at her, smiled and powered up the ramp. Katherine stared grimly out the window of the old truck. Did the man have no fear at all? She tried to settle her insides and focus her thoughts, tapping down the creeping terror in the back of her mind. She looked over at him as he drove recklessly out of town, and searched his profile for some clue or direction out of this. As she studied him, her insides melted with longing. She had always thought him handsome, although not in the conventional sense. But now, after everything, the sight of him was simply electrifying. Sinfully attractive, he was masculine in way that was almost magical. His fierce intensity and his overriding power was staggering in its affect on her. She watched his hands on the wheel and remembered his lovemaking, his mastery of her body with his. But the quickness of his eyes and hands as he registered the traffic, reminded her of the lightening speed and brutal force with which he had dispatched the mercenaries. His flight jacket hung back now, his shirt burned away, disclosing the rippling muscles of his chest and his tight, chiseled waist. She took a breath. His strength, speed and skill with his claws could only be described as dazzling. It had been no match at all. But he had had the element of surprise. Those who had sent the mercenaries could have never imagined someone like Logan at her side, pulled into this by accident, a cruel serendipity. The next time they found her, they'd be prepared. If he stayed with her, Logan would eventually die. She looked out sightlessly to the passing landscape, as the despair began to grow in her chest. She could not let that happen. "Are you sure your okay, darlin'?" He asked with a frown, and offered, "I'll slow down again. It's not far." "No, that's alright, I'm fine now." She lied, and forced a smile, which drew another frown from him. She held his eyes and he gave her a questioning look. Casting around for a distraction, she remarked softly, "You're really good." He lifted an eyebrow at that. "Good at what you did," she explained, "What you do." "Yeah," he looked forward, took a breath and sighed, his mouth in a grim line. "I'm the best," he said without emotion. Then he turned his head and concentrated his gaze back on her. "But it's not pretty." "No," she said, thinking how utterly amazing he was, and how, in the lost childhood of her heart, and without even a glimmer of guilt, she relished the carnage he'd delivered. Then she replied simply, "No. It's not." Logan, sensing the change in Katherine, slanted a look at her from underneath his brows as she gazed out the window. Jesus, what did she expect? A flicker of shame and uncertainty passed through him and he tapped it down. It wasn't like he'd had a choice. She should realize that, Goddamn it. He took a breath. Fuck it. He would just give her time, nodding to himself as he pulled the truck into the gravel drive. She'd get over the worst of it. Women needed time to deal with these things. "Where are we?" Katherine asked, suddenly becoming aware of the surroundings. "My cabin." "Your cabin? You have a cabin?" "Uh huh." Katherine followed Logan in to the small, rustic cottage, hidden in the wooded glen of a foothill, invisible from the road. He walked up steps, through a screen porch, and pulled open the door for her. She walked in and he stepped past her to toss her bag through the door of a simple bedroom off from the entry. Then he stepped back into the larger room and began to open windows. Katherine looked around the plain, basic space and a smile touched the corners of her mouth. It was just like him, she thought. Plain, honest, strong. Oh, how she would love to live here with him in his little castle in the woods. She signed as she reached over and touched the window casing, looking out to the forest. "You okay?" Logan stood back from her and cocked his head. "Yeah," she lied again, and gazed back at him, wondering how she was going to have the strength to leave. "This is nice." "Well, it works." He surveyed the room. "At least we have plenty of hot water." He reached over and touched her face, "You're tired. Rest." He pointed to the couch. "I'm going to scrub those bastards' stench off me with pine soap and really, really hot water." At that he pulled off his jacket and pitched it over the back of a cane chair, strode to the bedroom, and began shedding what was left of his shirt and unhooking his jeans. Katherine turned and sat on an old, worn leather couch, took off her shoes and listened to the shower start. She stared out at the trees, thoughts ping-ponging in her mind. The mercenary had somehow known she'd mated, but didn't know it was Logan. Maybe it was the aura. He would be safe if he were away from her. She breathed out a long sigh and leaned her head back on the couch, the inevitability of the decision piercing her through the heart. She would have to drive him away. And, he would never go willingly. Not as long as he thought she needed him. An ache of tears swelled behind her eyes, as her train of reasoning led her to a torturous thought: she'd have to convince him that she no longer wanted him. "God," she whispered to herself, as the pain of her decision and method pressed in on her. "Well, princess," she hissed her label out like poison, "You can at least thank the gentleman for almost getting killed saving your worthless life." She picked herself up off the sofa and walked into the bedroom, locating the shower stall off to one side. Logan's form was apparent behind the thin cloth shower curtain, which covered the large opening to a smooth, wooden stall. Steam poured out from the edges of the curtain, puffing against Katherine's cheeks as she leaned forward and asked through the cloth, "Logan?" Logan immediately drew back the curtain and pinned her with a look. He was covered with soap and his hair was wet and curling in the steam. Katherine caught a breath at the sight of him, and stood dumbfounded, her mouth slightly open. He was simply magnificent. "Hi," he said meaningfully and continued to soap his chest, holding the bar in one hand. "Need something?" "Logan," she looked away, and bit her lip, searching for the words and attempting to level her breathing. "Logan...I," she looked back at him, "I didn't thank you for saving my life." "You're welcome." He said, still staring at her, circling the soap over his chest. "No, I mean it. What you did was.... It was...I'm so sorry that you got involved." She shook her head, "I don't know how I can thank you..." At that he dropped the soap, reached out, grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the shower and hard up against his warm, soapy body. Then he drew the curtain closed, gathered her up into his arms, and kissed her hard on the mouth. As his lips moved over hers, the hot water flowed on her face, head and shoulders, sending ripples of sensation over her skin, and adding to the riveting feel of his lips, mouth and hands. The water, and his body pressing to hers, plastered her thin dress to her frame as if it had vanished. "I know how you can thank me." He muttered against her lips, and grabbed the hem of her dress, dragged it up and over her hips, then off her shoulders, tossing it to the side of the stall. Then he pushed her wet hair back from her face, drew her more securely against his large, muscular and soapy frame, and pressed her mouth open for a deeper kiss. She squeaked as he broke the kiss and crouched slightly to strip her underwear down her legs, pitching it to the side. As he pulled her to him again, he groaned as he lifted one of her legs and wrapped it up and around his waist. His naked flesh sliding over hers was like a spark to tender, and her breathing hitched again. Then he glided his soapy, slippery hands down her body and, squatting slightly, grasped her bottom and pulled her against his hardening erection. Excitement flooded into her at the intimate contact, a whirlwind of sensation created by his touch. "Wait, Logan, wait," she stuttered. "We can't do this." "Sure we can, I'm not tired at all. I'll do everything. You just relax," he said as he turned her around and slid his hands over her breasts, drawing a gasp from her. She clasped her hands around his wrists to pull him away, but he seemed to take it as though she were steadying herself, and lowered his fingers to her sex, sliding into the folds of her body and edging her feet apart. Logan growled close to her ear, and then moved his mouth to her neck, the warm water gently raining over her head as he pulled her back. "No, Logan." Katherine jerked out of his grasp and faced him, as she denied the desire flooding into her. "No." She said breathlessly. Logan stared silently at her with a look of confusion, his chest moving up and down. Then he blinked the water out of eyes, and pressed his lips together as his expression clouded. She could see the muscles of his face ticking slightly, the only clue to his agitation. Then his face turned into a mask of indifference and he stepped away. "Whatever you say, Katherine. It's your party." Then he turned from her, the set of his mouth revealing the hint of distain and hurt as he stooped to retrieve the soap, and he stepped back under the water. Wolverine Gets a Little Upset Katherine retreated from the stall, her own emotions riveting her, and stopped. She was still warm from the water and the heat of his mouth and his touch. The core of her cried out for him and she gritted her teeth against the need. She leaned her forehead against the wood of the shower, and angrily thought, it's not fair, I'm not ready. I want more, something of him, anything, she thought. Then, as she grabbed at an idea, she stepped back into the steamy shower, and Logan raised his eyes, the full heat of his gaze flooding into her. "Katherine, what are you doing?" He said in complaint, "You're driving me crazy." "I want to touch you." She whispered, and he frowned in confusion. With that as enough of an answer for her, she circled to him, put her hands on his chest and pushed gently until the back of his calves came flush with the wooden ledge that served as a bench. She pushed once more and he frowned again and sat. Then, she sank to her knees in front of him, pushed his legs apart, and wedged herself closer into the V of his body. Then she smoothed her hands up and over his stomach, onto his chest and felt him draw a ragged breath. Feeling his warm, wet skin, she smoothed her arms and hands down his hips, onto his legs, sliding in the last remnants of the soap, and stroked the inner muscles of his thighs. He looked at her in bewilderment. "Jesus," Logan muttered, flashes of desire spreading through him, fueled by her initiative. He took another breath and held it, as he watched her, fondling his legs and pressing her hot, small hands up and downs his hips, circling his sex. He gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes on her as her palms glided on the inside of his thighs and she stroked up to his groin, drawing a groan from him. Then, Katherine smiled up at him with eyes of blue-green pools and continued to massage over the ropes of muscles in his legs, up along his hips. Then she gently moved to his sex, her fingertips brushing his burgeoning erection. "I want to touch you Logan, taste you," she whispered. "Katherine, you don't have to..." He said, but clipped his words when he felt her hand clasp around his shaft, causing a bolt of desire to crash through his veins. "Oh, God," he breathed out and leaned back against the wood, letting the warm water rain over him. His desire leaped as he watched Katherine bow her head over his hardening erection. Her wet black hair was plastered against her scalp and shoulders, stringing down on all sides of her breasts, her rosy nipples exposed. She looked up at him with her huge turquoise eyes, water from the shower dripping down her face, her mouth wet, shinning and slightly open. "Christ," he thought, as the blood pooled tightly in his groin. It was as if she was some exotic, witch mermaid risen up from the mist, right between his legs. She looked directly at him with an intensity that he didn't fully understand. "Wait, Katherine..." He swallowed the rest of his sentence as her head fell forward, leaning down and taking him into her mouth. "Oh Jesus." He hissed as a thrill of sensation shot through him and his body clenched at her touch. Katherine felt the velvety skin of Logan's sex with her lips and tongue, as she closed her mouth over him. A thrill of triumph shot through her as she felt the shudder of pleasure ripple over him at the contact. She slipped her mouth down and over the head of his penis, then up, and then circled the crown with her tongue. Logan's body tensed and stiffened, and her own blood soared through her as if in reply. She raised one arm up to his waist, and fondled the ropes of muscles in his abdomen as she gently pushed back onto him with her mouth. Then, she pulled back again, flicking the rim with her lips, and he let out a groan as she licked down the delicate skin on the underside of his member and brought her other hand down all the way to his sack. Logan's whole body vibrated with sensation and he strove to hold himself still under the onslaught of Katherine's pleasuring. He braced his arms on the sides of the bench to keep from grabbing her and either pulling her off or pushing her down on his shaft. Jesus, what was happening? He was filled with lust and uncertainty, but powerless to stop her or release himself from the exquisite pleasure she was creating. The blood was pounding in his ears and the warm water, pelting his chest, was working to accentuate the riveting sensations of Katherine's mouth and lips on him and the surreal feeling of the scene. She crowded up between his legs more closely, stroking his inner thighs as her tongue swirled up and down on his heated skin, matched next by her lips and mouth, kissing and sucking. Then she gently grasped his testicles again, bringing him closer to a fever pitch, his hips bucking up automatically. Katherine reveled in Logan's agitation. Keeping her mouth on him, she looked up at his face; his eyes squeezed shut and a grimace of pleasure pulling his lips back. His arms were braced tightly on either side of the back wall, his muscles rippling. As she watched him from underneath her hooded lids, he opened his eyes and their gazes met. Electricity shot through her at the heated, hungry look in his stare. He held himself steady for her, and she felt amazed. This beautiful, splendid, violent male creature, holding himself tame, his long, muscular body, was stretched out before her like an offering, allowing her this power over him. Katherine felt thrilled and drunk with it. Then, to match her own escalating passion, she increased the tempo of her administrations. She intended a memory she could always keep, an intimacy that she didn't even understand. She would have this, by God, and she would have it count for something, something she could hold to her, in the darkness ahead. He was letting her have this control over him, leashing himself for her, and it was setting her blood on fire. She leaned closer, consumed with an overwhelming sense of connection, fueled by her awareness of what lie ahead. And like a thief in the night, here was her chance to steal some small scrap of joy for herself. Logan panted hard and tried to hold his body in check. But as Katherine increased her rhythm, he could not seem to inhibit his movements any longer. His erection was rock hard and his hips bucked up slightly in time with Katherine's motions. He felt the first flicker signaling his release, and anxiety edged into him. He reached down and placed his hands on either side of her head, her wet hair stringing through his fingers. "Katherine," he whispered in a husky voice. "Let me make love to you." He pulled on her face and she looked up at him. She shook her head and murmured something, her voice and mouth sending vibrations through his skin, and he hitched another breath. Then she batted his hands away, and drove her mouth down on him, pushing him into her throat. Logan arched back as his climax crashed over him instantly, his release breaking free of his fragile control. A long moan escaped him as every muscle in his lower body clenched and lightening flashed in his veins. Katherine pushed down on him harder, fondling his legs and pulling gently on his balls. His hands clamped down on the wood bench and he tried to restrict the movements of his hips as his fluids erupted into her mouth, pleasure and shame shooting through him. Katherine felt exhilarated. Logan's loss of control and her power over him thrilled her as he moaned in release. His body pumped and fluids filled her mouth as she continued to move up and down on his shaft, the salty essence of him trickling out of her mouth, and down over his hot, velvety skin held firmly in her hand. Gradually, his contractions began to subside and she slowed and gentled her touch. She rubbed his legs and he began to unclench, still groaning and muttering inaudible curses. Slowly, after he was still, she lifted her mouth from him and looked up. He was braced against the wall as if for his life, his mouth remained in a grimace of pleasure as his breathing began to relax. Then, he opened his eyes. "Jesus, Katherine. What did you do that for?" he asked as she smiled wickedly at him, raising her face to the rain of the shower, and filling her mouth with water. As his body's fluids and the water sloshed out and down her face, she closed her mouth and looked back at him and smiled. "Because..." she grinned. "Just because." She cast around for an answer, and then without one, she shrugged. Then she frowned and asked, "Did I do it wrong?" "Shit, no." He rasped out in a hoarse voice and just stared at her. She smiled again and rose from her knees, standing up in front of him, and turned slightly to step away. Logan's hand whipped out and grabbed her wrist. "Where do you think you're going?" "Well, we're done," her eyebrows rose. "Not nearly, sweetheart." He said as he stood, reached over and turned the water off. "That was foreplay, now for the real thing." "Logan, don't be silly. You just came, remember? Refractory time? You know, rest?" She opened her mouth and silently pointed at her face with her index finger, an impish twist to her lips. "Darlin', I don't need refractory time." He said as he bent to pick her up. "Wait." She stepped back from him, a cloud of concern moving into her. "Wait, I..." Her mind pitching around for some explanation, she backed further away. "I'm... I'm tired Logan, I want to rest." Logan's face darkened, he tensed and his eyes narrowed. "You weren't too tired to suck me off like a ten-dollar whore." He stood still and glared at her, tension filling him again, and only a fragment of remorse for his harshness. "Well," she stood straight, and pulled her chin up, "I'm tired now." She blinked twice and shifted, softening. Then she reached out for his hand, and grasped his fingers. "Please Logan, let's just rest now. Please?" Her voice was a plea. She watched as he took a deep breath and sighed, and she knew he'd have to give her what she asked. "Okay, Katherine." He sighed in resignation. "This is nuts," he said and shook his head. ≈ ≈ Logan brooded. He sat on the porch, attacking the bottle of whiskey, smoking the last of his cigars. As he flicked the ashes, he stared sullenly out into the predawn woods, a scowl on his face. "Fuck..." he muttered, and shook his head. He poured his fourth glass of whiskey and drew the smoke into his mouth, the familiar taste doing nothing to sooth his tangled emotions. The little coward couldn't tell him, but she didn't want him anymore. Not after what she'd seen. She'd only thought she knew what he was, now she really understood. Christ! What in the hell was he supposed to have done? Let the bastards go with a warning? "Shit," he bite out and raked his hand through his hair. He picked up the glass that he had just poured, and swallowed it down in two gulps. Ah, but then, the little witch had served him up one of the most erotic experiences of his life. His pure, innocent, lilac-scented little fairy queen, that he had lusted after for months, had been willing to suck his cock like a pro. Females! Who the fuck could understand them? He unhooked his legs from the railing and stood, then walked over to the open door of the cabin. He looked across into the bedroom and gazed on Katherine's form. She was stretched out on her stomach, the covers down to her waist. The position revealed her delicate back and shoulders, her night black hair, now dry, fanning across her milky white skin. Her face, finally relaxed, looked lovely, the way he'd always thought of her: clean, simple, pure. Everything he wasn't. And he'd proved it to her. He'd hacked men apart right in front of her, and she'd never forget it. He had lost her, and it galled him. He took another pull on the cigar, letting the smoke float up, forming a cloud around his head. Fuck this shit, he thought, strode to the porch door and flung the rest of his cigar out. Then he picked up the whiskey, downed the last of the bottle, and strode into the cabin. ≈ ≈ Katherine was being fondled. She hummed in pleasure, took a deep breath and arched to feel the sensation of the dream. She was dreaming of Logan again, this time he was kissing and stroking her, holding her legs apart, and raining little feathery kisses over her legs and the lips of her vagina. Sleepily, she shifted slightly to give him better access and stretched her arms out above her head. Oh God, I love these dreams, she thought, as she began to wake. Then she stilled as reality registered, her eyes blinking open, and she lifted her head to see Logan's disheveled, amazingly handsome face, wedged between her thighs, his eyes riveted on hers. "What are you doing?" Anxiety began to war with the arousal still flowing through her. "Why, I'm kissing you, darlin'," He pulled up and said in a cocky, slurred voice and cast her a devilish smile. Then he moved quickly up her body, planted a hard kiss on her mouth and pinned her into the bed with his weight. His mouth and face, smelled lightly of her own essence, tobacco and whiskey, and some masculine scent that was Logan, a scent that potently stirred her blood. "You've been drinking." "Yes." He said with a slight slur, "Of whiskey," he smiled crookedly, "and of you, sweetheart. But I am still a thirsty man." At this he placed his knees against her thighs and pushed on her legs, settling himself firmly against the opening to her body. "You're drunk," she complained. "Only with desire for you," he smiled and the raised an eyebrow, "Well, maybe a little. But since I can't stay drunk, it's usually a waste of good whiskey." Then as an afterthought, "Although now would be a good time for it." He grinned at her. "Logan, I don't want..." "Of course you do, we're mated, remember? What we both need," he nodded, "so we can get over yesterday, is a good, hard fucking." He said as he wedged his knee against her leg and pushed to gain access to her body. Then, he moved a hand down and dipped his fingers into her, causing her to draw a ragged breath and to arch upward. "You see? You still want me." Then he kissed her hard on the mouth and pushed his fingers deeply into her, drawing a moan from the back of her throat. Anxiety fought against her arousal and she squirmed to escape Logan's grasp. Please, she thought, I can't do this. But he held her firmly as his mouth moved on hers and his fingers stroked her center and turned her blood to fire. The scent of him, his words and the pressure of his body were intoxicating. But this could not happen; her fear and her guilt lashed her into self-discipline. She pulled out of his grasp and placed her hands on his chest, pushing hard. He seemed to move back slightly at this insistence. But then, things changed. He forcefully grabbed her arms and pulled them above her head. He pushed her down into the bed, letting his full weight pin her into the mattress, and shoved her legs further apart. Then he placed one of his hands over hers. Snitk. Katherine quieted and stared into his blue-gray eyes. "Don't move darlin'," he warned, still smiling. "I don't want to hurt you." He cocked his head. "You won't hurt me, Logan. Drunk or not." She whispered, as a thrill shot through her. Oh, Jesus. She closed her eyes. Logan put his mouth to her ear and lapped his tongue around the edge, kissing it gently. "I wouldn't count on that." He whispered softly into her ear. Then he raised his head and narrowed his gaze at her, the intensity in his face flooding into her. He moved himself into place at the entrance to her body, lightly touching her wet channel with the top of his shaft. He pressed himself slightly into her, withdrew, and then pushed in again, a teasing pace of exquisite contact that set her nerves on fire and sent waves of excitement sailing through her. Then he reached up, dragged one of her arms down, and guided it gently under her and behind her back, causing her breasts to arch upward. Katherine's blood sang as she took in a deep breath. Logan growled from the back of throat as he lowered his head and captured a nipple in his mouth. Then he raised his hips and began to push slowly into her, deepening his penetration into her body. Katherine came alert and launched herself into a frenzy of movement and then heard the metal hiss of his claws retracting. She tried to buck away from him, but her efforts made little more than a slight movement for Logan to contend with. Still, she pitched around underneath him and he moved back slightly. "Shit, Katherine. Stop it," he said in a strained voice. When she continued to push against him, he put his face against her neck and breathed out, "Jesus, Katherine, please." His voice wavered with emotion and she stilled. He pushed his forehead to her cheek and whispered, "Jesus, Katherine. I'd never hurt you..." and his quiet plea, edged with pain, a window to his vulnerability, broke open her heart. She knew then that he had handed over to her the power to wound him more deeply than any foe. Oh Logan, she thought, how you devastate me. "I know you'd never hurt me," she breathed out as she moved her face to his, unable to stop herself from nuzzling his mouth and cheek, heat he'd created in her body still soaring through her. "I'm afraid." She said as she put her nose to his skin. "I'm afraid they'll come for us, for you. It's the aura." He lifted his head, the sluggishness of the drinking now completely gone, replaced by an intensity in his eyes that was electric. She held his gaze, and watched the realization dawn on him, clarity settling into his face, and also relief. Then, he frowned and tensed his mouth. "You're putting us through this shit for nothing," he said with a tinge of anger. Did she not understand anything? "It'll be okay," he assured more firmly, and eased his body closer. "I'm afraid they'll come back." "Let'm come." He gritted out, "No one's going to take you away from me." He moved on her, and she closed her eyes and felt the touch of his penis against her core, sending sizzling desire back into her body, racing through her veins and making her dizzy. The feel of him between her legs, stroking just into her, was sending another wave of fire through her hips and limbs. His chest pressed on her and his breathing was escalating raggedly in her ear. "Yes or no?" he demanded between breaths. Then, because she could do nothing else, she let go of the fragile control she had clung to, and handed it over to Logan. Casting their fates to the mercy of whatever fickle god that seemed to rule her life, she closed her eyes and stilled herself. And then she whispered, "Yes." Without an instance's delay, Logan dipped his body into position, dragged himself up and over the length of her, his chest raking heavily over her breasts. He grasped the back of her head, knotted his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back into the mattress. Then he planted his mouth on hers. Pressing her legs further open with his thighs, he lifted his hips and rammed himself into her. He growled against her mouth as sensation crashed over her and electricity shot through her veins. Then he quickly pulled back and thrust forcefully into her again, as if any pause would allow her time to reconsider. He raised his mouth from hers and put his face against her neck, panting hot breath against her skin, as he pumped hard and fast. Growling, he accelerated his tempo as if energy had been building in him for hours. This was not a gentle loving, she thought, but a fierce possession that Logan demanded for the separation she'd enforced. She reveled in it. Logan pounded into her body, each thrust pushing her higher on the bed, sending her emotions and sensations rocketing, and creating the first light of her aura. Arching up, she felt the core of her began to clench around him, her heart drumming in her chest, heat and tension coalescing. Then she brought her arms out and around to his hips, feeling the muscles of his butt strain and ripple under her palms with the pistoning motion of each thrust. She dug her fingers into him and he let out another growl. As she gulped in breath she felt her body move toward its explosion of pleasure. Wolverine Gets a Little Upset Logan's blood pooled heavily in his groin as Katherine arched and strained under him in the beginnings of her release. She held his hips and pulled him hard into her as the aura bloomed and vibrated at the edges of his vision. She moaned out his name, arching up to match his thrust, and her movement sent pleasure singing through him. Without care or thought of consideration, he drove harder and harder into her, as if by the pure force of his action he could bind them together. As Katherine cried out, the aura burst into him, sending lightening shocks of pleasure into every pore, amplifying his own passion. He let the sensations wash over his body for an instant, gritting his teeth. Then, he pushed himself as deeply into her as he could, and was catapulted into a second explosion of pleasure. She grasped him tighter as his climax crashed through him, and he pumped himself into her. With a long groan, Logan echoed his desire, and a sliver of relief. Katherine eased a breath as the waves of pleasure subsided from her and she became more aware, her body relaxing slightly. She felt the deepest of satisfactions, Logan lying heavily on top of her, wedged hard between her legs, still panting against her neck, gently moving in the final motions of his lovemaking. He was stroking her hair and his breath was slowing, when a thread of anxiety wove its way into her mind and she stiffened. "Logan," she said in a soft, but urgent voice, "We've got to go. Let's go." "Uhmm..." He replied, sluggishly. "Logan, please. Let's get out of here." "In a little while," he muttered, almost as if he wasn't hearing or paying attention. Katherine's anxiety began to feed through her and she shifted under his weight. But he was completely relaxed and unmovable. Anxiety began spinning into panic. "Logan, come on. Come on. Let's go for a drive." The panic built, her heart beginning to pound. Then suddenly, the entry room of the cabin lit up as if from noonday sun, reflecting into the bedroom and Katherine's heart seemed to stop. Logan, registering the change, lifted his head and looked over his shoulder through the bedroom door, to whatever Katherine could not see. "What the fuck is that?" he said. ≈≈ [All comments are greatly appreciated.]