Chapter 7
Ororo finally made her way up to her room a little after midnight.
Jean was quick to drag her away from the crowd of admirers to ask her if she was alright. Ororo admitted that she was suddenly very tired and tad bit dizzy, but she would be fine. Jean made sure she sat during the duration of the evening, and refused to let her help clean up when it was over.
Now she stood by her vanity removing her jewelry and brushing out her long hair. She then reached around her neck to unclasped her dressed when she stopped. Suddenly, all sleepiness was forgotten, and her senses were on full alert. She slowed her breathing and stood stark still for about a minute.
Then she heard it.
She slowly let her arms fall down to her sides and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She took in a deep fortifying breath.
"I never knew you were a voyeur. How very common of you." She said in a condescending voice.
A low dangerous growl made its way to her ears. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply taking in his smell.
Scotch and cigars.
She felt warm breath on the back of her neck and felt his hard, lean body up against her back. His heart was beating rapidly and his body was tense.
"There's a lot ya don't know bout me, darlin, and I guess I can say tha same fer ya."
She turned to glare at him then. "What is that supposed to mean?"
He stepped closer to her then. He blatantly ran his eyes over every inch of her before finally making eye contact.
"That was quite a show ya put on with Gumbo. Tell me something Ro, ya "dance" like that with just anyone?" He said in a suggestive tone with one raised brow.
Ororo caught his insinuation. Who the hell did he think he was? Her mouth was set in a tight frown and her breathing sped up. She could feel her mutation slipping. Suddenly, she flashed him a wicked smile.
"I must. After all, I did "dance" with you. Anyway, it is none of your concern what I do, nor with whom." Her tone was hard and her eyes were cold.
He could feel the beast awakening within. Logan knew he had no right to be there, but the Wolverine would not tolerate her disrespect.
"You fuckin him?" He sneered at her.
He could smell it before he saw it. The scent of totally pissed off female. Oddly the scent was arousing to him and the Wolverine was responding. The grey in his eyes was now replaced by a topaz hue.
Ororo witnessed the change that had taken place. Two could play that game.
Ororo's eyes glazed over to their trademark milky white. The smell of ozone permeated the air. When she spoke, her voice was so commanding he felt it vibrate through his body.
"FUCK YOU WOLVERINE!"
He gave her a menacing smile before growling his response.
"I thought you'd never offer STORM!"
And before she knew it she was pushed on top of her vanity, everything previously on it was knocked to the floor. Wolverine held both of her small wrist in his hand while pushing up her dress.
Storm struggled to get free, but he was too strong. She was panicked that he would hurt her or the baby, but she could also feel the stirrings of arousal as his fingers found there way into her lace panties. She was angry because she was getting turned on by his rough treatment. She needed to stop this before it got too far.
"Wolverine, GET OFF OF ME! YOU STUPID BASTARD. GET OUT! GET OUT!" He stopped her screaming by ramming his tongue down her throat. She choked at the unexpected invasion, unable to move away from his rough kiss.
He could smell her arousal, her anger…and also her fear. He could deal with the first two, but not the last. Regardless of who was in control, he would never hurt her. He softened his kiss and let her wrist go. His fingers had found their way into her moist opening as they continued to coax her into submission.
Wolverine pulled out of the kiss and looked into her eyes. They were still white, filled with unshed tears. He thought for a second her had actually hurt her, but he didn't smell any pain.
Anger
Hurt
Confusion
Lust
But no pain…at least not physical.
"Is that what ya want darlin? Fer me at stop?" He palmed one breast in his hand, while the other continued it's southern attack. Her breath was ragged at this point and she was getting close. He slowed down his ministrations, waiting for her answer.
Ororo did not know what she wanted. She did not want to want him, but oh goddess did she. How pathetic did that make her.
This man had impregnated her.
Abandoned her and her child.
Insulted her.
Assaulted her.
…and now she was going to let him fuck her.
She was just as crazy as he was.
"Do not stop." She said, her voice laced with desire.
Wolverine released one steely claw and carefully cut away her lace panties. Storm frantically undid his pants and pushed them far enough down his hips to release his throbbing member. She caressed his heated flesh in the palm of her hand. He released a guttural moan as he scooted her to the edge of the vanity.
He took in a deep breath and looked her in the eye. She lifted her long caramel legs and wrapped them around his waist and closed her eyes in anticipation. He released the breath he was holding as he pushed into her body.
Storm's head fell back against her mirror and Wolverine buried his face in her neck. He removed his hands from her hips, and undid the clasp holding her dress up. It fell around her waist and he promptly took a chocolate nipple in his mouth.
Storm had to bite on her lower lip to keep her moans in. Too much noise would certainly draw attention to her room. The pressure was building in her belly and she knew it would take only a few more strokes before she fell over the edge. He felt so good inside of her, filling her like never before. She knew this was a mistake, but right now she just did not give a damn.
The Wolverine could quickly feel himself losing control. He was not a religious man, but if there was a heaven, he was in it right now. Never had a woman made him feel so much, so strongly, it was intimidating. Logan knew this wrong, it would only make things more complicated…
Wolverine didn't care. Only death could stop him now.
Suddenly, his goddess' inner muscles clamped down on him, just as her teeth dug into his skin as she came. He followed right behind her, face buried in her neck to muffle his roar.
A few moments later, Ororo and Logan made their return.
Ororo's head rested against the mirror while Logan's head lay at her breast. Their breathing had just returned to normal when there came an urgent knock at the door.
"Ro?…Ro, are you alright?" Came Scott's worried voice. Ororo tensed at the sound, fearing that they would be caught.
Logan thought it would be quite amusing if Scott blasted off the door to find him with his pants down around his ankles still buried between Ororo's legs. He almost responded to Scott, but he smelt and saw the panic in her eyes and decided against it.
Ororo cleared her throat. "I am fine Scott, just getting ready for bed."
Scott frowned. Her voice sounded strange. "Are you sure? There was quite a bit of lightening just a few minutes ago and some thunder. You sure?"
"Yes." She said with a hint of annoyance.
"I don't believe you Ro. Open the door." Scott demanded.
"I am not decent Scott. As I said, I am getting ready to retire. Everything is fine. I shall see you in the morning. Goodnight." She said with finality.
"Ro, open this door!" Scott yelled through the door. He received no answer.
"Ororo, I swear if you do not open this door I'll…"
"You'll what Scott?" Came an angry voice behind him. It was Jean.
"I'll blast it down, that's what. She won't open the door and I know something is going on."
Ororo's voice came through the door. "Jean, I am simply getting ready for bed and do not wished to be disturbed.. I would appreciate being left alone. Goodnight!" Her voice rising in anger.
Scott stood with his hand on his visor ready to blast the door off the hinges. He didn't care if she was naked.
Jean stilled his hand and gave him a scolding look. "You will do no such thing Scott Summers. She is tired and wants to go to bed. Leave her alone."
"Do you know something I don't?" He accused.
Jean deflected. "Yes I do. I know that Ororo is an ADULT, not a child, and has a right to privacy. I also know that YOU are not entitled to know every little thing that goes on around here. Now just let her be!"
Scott looked at Jean, then back to the door. He shook his head and stomped away. Jean watched him leave and then stepped up to Ororo's door. Looking again to make sure Scott was really gone, she called to Ororo.
"Sweetie, he's gone. Are you sure you're OK? Do you need anything?" Her voice laced with concern.
"I am fine Jean. I would just like to be left alone." She said while enjoying the soft kisses Logan was planting on her chest.
"Alright goodnight." Jean whispered and walked away.
When he knew they were gone, he stepped back from Ororo to redress. Ororo slid from the vanity and stood on wobbly legs. She held onto the sides to steady herself. Once she had her bearings, she moved to go around Logan. He grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. He reached up to tangle his hand in her hair and pulled her face close to his so he could look right into her eyes.
"I better not EVER catch that Cajun in this room with ya, better not smell him on ya either." He snarled at her.
She laughed menacingly. "I do not see the problem Logan. Just because you do not want me, does not mean other men do not."
" I ain't fuckin around Ro. If he touches ya like that again, I'll cut his nuts off."
She snatched away from his grip. "Is that a threat, Logan?"
He glared at her, the turned toward the balcony to leave. Before he went over the side he looked back at her, his eyes turned amber again.
"Naw darlin…that's a guarantee." With that he jumped over the side of her balcony and faded into the dark night.
