Dinner was awkward and silent, just the way I liked it. Even the little brother shut up long enough to scarf down his spaghetti. And afterwards it was late enough that the older brother put his sister back to bed, and after a quick run back out to the truck to get some spare clothes for me and Marie, I led her up to the guest room and got her situated. I lingered at the doorway, not actually walking inside and tucking her in because I didn't trust myself to get close and not just crawl in with her. By the time I got back downstairs, the two brothers were in their room and a scratchy blanket lay on the couch with a pillow that smelled like mothballs.
I watched late night shit for another hour or so before I gave up and switched it off. The lumps in the couch did little to cover the metal springs, and my feet hung over the end. The storm began to rage in earnest, the wind howling past the windows and making the house creak at random moments, which played hell on my nerves. Even worse, I didn't have a warm, soft Marie nearby.
But the Wolverine didn't complain or bitch about lumpy couches goddamn it, so I tossed and turned for another hour. But when the first flash of lightening lit up the windows, I was so fucking done. I didn't complain, but I also didn't do thunderstorms. Fuck that shit.
I made for the stairs, but ducked back into the shadows when I heard Lori's door open. She ran down the stairs, straight past me to the girl's room. The girl must have been fast asleep, because she crept out a moment later and went in the boys' room next. The storm would have made it impossible for anyone else to hear it, but she left the door open, and I could just make out their whispers.
"Mom?"
"Shhh, go back to sleep Sammy. It's just Mommy."
"Hey..." A different voice mumbled.
"Hey, little man. Did you make sure they ate?"
"Mm-hmm. Rogue made s'ghetti. She's upstairs."
Another flash of lightening and roll of thunder drowned out Lori's next question, but I could make a pretty good guess at who she asked about next.
"Couch."
"Alright. Sleep now. I love you."
"...love ya."
Lori came back out and glanced over at the couch. I walked out of the shadows, and she jumped. She recovered pretty quickly though and shot me a shaky smile.
"Did they give you any trouble?" She whispered.
I shrugged. "Nothing my girl couldn't handle. Fixed the doll, made dinner, gave me and your older boy both a lecture about swearing. Figured I'd fix your car in the morning."
"That's fine. Thanks for..."
"Like I said...Rogue did all the work. I just sort of got outta her way." I said.
Thunder and lightening cut off her reply again, and I had to fight down a growl at the sound. I really fucking hated thunderstorms.
"She seems like a good kid." Lori repeated softly.
"Yeah." I grunted.
She sort of nodded and slowly slipped past me. I could smell her nervousness as I followed her up the stairs, and she stopped in front of her bedroom door.
"Look, I'm just not—" She said at the same time I walked past her.
I turned at the sound of her voice, and her eyes darted behind me to the guest room I'd been headed for where Marie slept. We both stood still and silent, the moment growing more and more awkward. She bit her lip, and I could tell it was killing her not to say anything.
"Goodnight, Logan." Lori mumbled.
I nodded at her and walked away without replying. Me and my mate weren't any of her fucking business, and it was about goddamn time she accepted that. I managed to get inside the guest room before the next lightening bolt, but only barely. It lit up the room just as I kicked the door shut behind me, the sound drowned in the roar of the thunder. I couldn't hold back a snarl this time, and Marie sat up with a jolt, looking around wildly until she saw me. Then her whole body relaxed into a sleepy slouch and she tried to smile at me through a yawn.
"Hey, sugah. What's wrong?" She asked.
I stayed silent and walked forward. She scooted over to make room for me and lifted the blanket without even being asked. Another flash of lightening lit up the room, and I crawled in next to her. I buried my face against her neck and let out a low growl that nearly ended in a whine when the thunder hit. She laid back and pulled me closer, running her fingers through my hair and letting me lay half on top of her. I nuzzled my face against her skin and let out another growl when I felt something metal scratch against my face.
My tags. Her tags, now. Kid had worn them to bed with her. She froze beneath me, and the moment almost became awkward, but she relaxed back into the bed when I rubbed my cheek against her neck again.
"Yah don't like the thunder?"
Why'd it have to fucking lightening? Whoever was up there, I wanted to meet them just so we could have a real long fucking talk about how it wasn't okay to mix lightening and blizzards. That shit just shouldn't exist.
"Don't like the lightening. Thunder's just a reminder." I muttered, nuzzling against her hair.
Soft, warm, sweet...so sweet...wanna bury inside her, never pull back out.
Another flash and crash, and I pressed my fist flat against the mattress, trying to resist the urge to pop my claws. Marie reached up and stroked down my arm until she reached my hand. She traced random patterns on the back of my hand until I could unclench my fist, then twined her fingers in between mine. I tried to pull away, but she tightened her grip so that I would have to rip my hand out of hers to get away.
"Shh, sugah. Jus' relax." She soothed, still petting my hair.
The next roll of thunder came and went, but I wouldn't—couldn't—even think about releasing my claws with Marie's fingers still in the way. I expected the stress of keeping them in to make me even more tense, but once it became a question of hurting my mate, it was the easiest thing in the world to keep them in. I'd do anything to keep her safe, even from myself.
"Whah don't yah lahke the lah-ghtening?" She drawled in a voice thick with sleep and Mississippi.
I hate to bite back a groan at how good it sounded. "...been hit before. Twice."
"How'd yah manage that?" She sounded a bit more awake with interest and concern.
"Claws are metal. So're my bones."
"Alluv'em?" Maybe not quite awake yet.
I grunted out an affirmative against her neck.
"How?"
"Dunno."
Took me a damn while to figure it out. But with the kind of life I lived, all the fights and shit, it didn't take long for me to get fucked up enough to catch a glimpse of what should have been bone and see the sheen of metal instead. Marie had fallen silent, leaving just the sounds of the storm and thunder. I only held out for a few minutes before I couldn't stand not hearing her sweet voice any longer.
"Sing?" I mumbled into her shoulder, nosing her shirt to the side ever so slightly.
She gave a soft laugh. "Sugah, Ah can't carry a tune tah save mah lahfe."
"Mmm, try."
Another sliver of pale, bare skin for me to rub my face against. It took all of my will power not to lay open mouth kisses along her neck, lap at her pulse point, and breathe in her ear.
"All Ah know is gospel."
I let out a huff. I did not need to hear about Jesus while I was busy trying to subtly molest my underage mate without her noticing.
"Well...there's a song Ah heard on the radio once. Ah loved it, but Ah don't know if yah'd lahke—"
"Just sing, kid."
She started out humming, and she was right. Poor kid wouldn't know what to do with a tune if it jumped down her throat. The Wolverine tried to pipe up with his ideas of what else could be shoved down her throat, but I pushed him back down as her humming grew firmer and started to make more sense.
"We'd be so less fragile, if we're made from metal, and our hearts from iron, and our minds from steel..." Marie sang in a wistful, whisper soft voice.
She released my hand to trace along my hand and arm as she sang about the metal, rubbing my side briefly at the iron heart bit. I wondered if the mind of steel was for her.
"If we built an armour, for our tender bodies, could we love each other, would we strive to feel..."
Her voice was soft and unsteady, and even though I'd never heard the song before, I knew some of the notes were wrong. But I didn't care if she drawled, whispered, or sang horribly out of tune. My mate's voice calmed me down.
"You want three wishes: One to fly the heavens, one to swim like fishes..."
Heh. Those must be her wishes. Two things I wouldn't ever being doing any time soon. Flying and swimming, hell no. Fuck that heights and underwater shit. Her voice was still sweet and soothing though, and I let out a deep breath, relaxing against her even as the storm kept going strong outside.
"You want never bitter, and all delicious..."
Her voice got slower and softer, singing one line at a time. I inhaled her scent in deep lungfuls, drowning in how good she felt beneath me. Damn right, delicious.
"And a clean conscience, and all it's blisses..."
Mmm, fuck a clean conscience. I'd take my Marie any day. Take care of her, protect her, even wait for her...but I knew damn well what I was doing wasn't "right."
Fuck it, she's ours.
"You want one true lover with a thousand kisses..."
My little Marie mate.
"You want soft and gentle and never vicious..."
Can do that for you, baby.
Try so hard to be good fer ya.
"And then one you're saving for a rainy day..."
I was out before she even finished her song, the storm forgotten in favor of her soft skin and even softer voice.
"You know what you did wrong, Marie."
She whimpered, but didn't say anything, knowing better than to interrupt me or protest. I waited for just a few more moments to be sure, then smirked when she behaved.
"And now you're here because you were bad."
Here being on the bed, wrists tied to the head frame with my leather belt. Her legs weren't tied down, but she kept her knees spread for me, even as her thighs trembled, which did all kinds of wonderful for that pert little ass of hers. I sat in a nearby chair, just as naked as she was and enjoying the view.
"But you're going to be a good little girl for me now, aren't you Marie?"
I could hear her shallow breaths speed up, but she didn't answer the question.
"Aren't. You."
"Y-yes, Logan." She gasped.
I rewarded her with a low growl of approval and flared my nostrils when the sound made her scent grow even sweeter. She shifted on the bed, trying to gain a precious bit of friction between her legs, but stilled immediately when she heard me stand up. I grabbed my spare belt off the dresser as I walked over to her, and she let out another gasp when she heard the clank of the metal buckle. I stood beside her at the bed and put my free hand on her lower back, smoothing over it and forcing her to arch her ass up.
She didn't have on a blindfold—this time—but she kept her head bowed and face pressed against the pillow in submission anyway. I stroked her back a few more times, then gripped my belt by the buckle. She whimpered and started to tense, but I rubbed her back and made a low soothing sound in the back of my throat until she relaxed again.
Then I snapped the leather across her ass, just above her thighs.
She yelped and jumped, but it only stung. I hadn't done it hard enough to leave behind a welt or bruise of any kind. This might be a punishment, but I would never physically hurt my mate. Sweetly torture, on the other hand...
I chuckled and leaned down to lap at the fading red mark, soothing the burn with my tongue. She moaned and tried to push back against my face, but I kept a tight hold on her hip with my other hand. She whimpered with loss when I straightened back up, then yelped and whined when I smacked her ass with the leather again. I grinned widely at the sweet little noises she made and licked the second red stripe on her creamy skin.
Eight strokes later, and her punishment was done, leaving us both a mess. She lay partially collapsed on the bed, head and forearms completely resting against the pillow and ass in the air. Wetness dripped down her thighs and filled the entire room with her arousal. I stepped back and breathed through my mouth to try to keep my breaths steady. Her sweet scent was killing me by inches, but she didn't need to know how close she brought me to losing control.
"L-Lo...please..." She whimpered, trying to clench her thighs against the ache, but her limp muscles threatened to give out completely.
I dropped the belt and placed my hand back on her hip to steady her, and she moaned at the contact, burying her face in the pillow. She tried to hide it, but I could still see her blush flushing down her neck and up to the tips of her ears.
"Please, what?" I demanded.
She made a high pitched keening sound, unable to answer. I knew exactly what she needed, but this was supposed to be a punishment, not a reward.
"What do you want, kid?" I asked anyway, unable to stop myself.
"Let...let me..."
Let her? Like she had to ask for goddamn permission before I let her come. The thought burned through me and went straight to my cock, and I lost the fucking game.
"Gotta ask fer it, Marie."
I always wondered if I could get her off with just the sound of my voice, and right the fuck now seemed like a great time to test that theory. She didn't answer, so grasped my cock with my free hand and started a rhythm that was steady, but too slow.
"Look at me."
She lifted her head slowly and twisted slightly to look around at me. Her reaction was immediate and immensely satisfying. Her mouth dropped open in a perfect little O and her hips jerked, trying to align herself with my cock despite her limited freedom.
"Logan, please! Let me come please, I need..." She trailed off, still staring desperately at my cock.
At the sound of her begging, I gave myself an extra firm stroke and snapped my hips forward at her. She panted through her open mouth, straining against the leather binding her wrists.
"But ya were bad. And ya only get my cock when yer a good little girl." I growled.
She whimpered and thrashed on the bed.
"Ya did behave fer yer punishment though...so maybe ya can still get somethin'." I teased her mercilessly.
Her eyes darted up to my mouth, and I raised my eyebrow at her.
"Ya didn't behave that good, kid."
I stepped away and I'm pretty sure she damn near dislocated her wrists trying to get to me.
"Marie." I snapped.
She stopped moving with a reluctant whimper.
"Ya get t'watch and listen. 'Cause I know whatcha need, baby girl."
She swallowed thickly, and I smirked, imagining her doing the same on her knees.
"Ya need my cock, dontcha? Rammed so fucking deep ya can feel me in yer goddamn stomach."
She gasped and trembled, rubbing her thighs together. This time I didn't stop her.
"How d'ya want me? Real fuckin' slow so ya can feel every inch of me sliding in deep?"
She didn't answer, but I didn't hold it against her. I doubted she even could at this point, and I was too caught up in the new game to wait for her reply anyway.
"Doesn't matter. 'Cause I'd give it t'ya hard and fast. Mount ya and jest pound into that swee—"
Her desperate sob made me pause. For a second I thought she was crying, but then I heard her soft mumbles, nearly muffled against the pillow.
"Please, please, please..."
I let loose a harsh snarl at hearing her pleas.
"Yeah, kid. Go ahead and cum. Cum fer me, Marie."
She fell apart in front of me, moaning and bucking her hips, and I lost the new game too. Not that any of our little games actually had a loser. She finally fell over onto her side and lay trembling on the bed, arms still raised above her head and bound to the headboard. I wrenched my hand away from my cock and slid into bed next to her, spooning her from behind. I needed to feel her, needed to touch her. She pressed back against me, exhausted yet still wound tight from the unsatisfactory orgasm, and happily accepted my cock grinding against her lower back.
The urge to roll over on top of her and slam inside was almost overwhelming, but I just barely managed to hold myself in check and settle for the tight fit of my cock pressed between my stomach and her back, the smell of her sweet scent and blood nearly overwhelming me as I put one hand on her clothed hip and—
Wait, what the fuck? Why did I smell blood and when did Marie put clothes on? And what was that banging coming from downstairs and since when did this hotel room even have a downstairs and where had the Wolverine gone to in my head and—
I opened my eyes to see Marie laying curled up in my arms. That much at least was real. But she had a nightgown on, and I had on my sleeping sweats. It took me another moment to place where we were, Lori's guest room. I could still smell the blood, and Marie was definitely still on her period.
And I had been grinding up against her ass while we slept.
Fuck, she was asleep right? I stopped my rocking motion with great effort and waited for several seconds to be sure. She sighed softly, but her breathing stayed deep and even. I didn't know whether to be relieved she didn't notice or actually kind of pissed. I took a deep, calming breath and nearly choked when I finally noticed the underlying scent beneath the smell of blood and my own arousal, so faint I nearly missed it. It smelled the same as it had in my dream, sweet and heady and so fucking good...
Marie was aroused, even if only slightly.
She's ready, fertile, wet! Claim our mate, we're so close, so fuckin' close...
There was the Wolverine, howling in my head again now that I was awake. But I would be damned if our first mating happened while she was still half asleep, under someone else's roof. I rolled over and tried to pretend that the pathetic whine I heard didn't come from my mouth. My erection throbbed and hurt, making it damn near impossible to focus on anything else but the smell of my mate, willing and fertile.
I concentrated all of my willpower and got out of the bed, stumbling to the door despite the roared protests in my head. I opened the door just wide enough to scent the air outside and check that the hall was empty. It was, and I walked down the hall, my erection bobbing painfully against my stomach. It was more of a bow legged waddle, actually. I paused in front of the bathroom just long enough to listen for the sound of a heartbeat on the other side of the door, then slipped inside. I turned the cold water on full blast, grit my teeth to prepare myself, and got in the shower.
The cold water hit me harder than any punch, and my muscles tensed up as I fought to keep from shivering. I couldn't keep jacking off to the thought of Marie. Eventually, I would have to learn to control my dick. The Wolverine was pissed though, battering me with images of our mate tied to the bed, begging for release. They were just fantasies though, my sick fantasies. But when he switched and reminded me of the real Marie's soft sigh, her scent tinged my the faintest scent of arousal, my willpower crumbled.
My hand wrapped itself around my cock before I could think to stop it, my other fumbling behind me to shut off the water. I fell heavily back against the wall, legs spread for better leverage and hand pumping desperately. My lips drew back over my teeth as I snarled and jerked my hips, imagining how I could have made her scent so much thicker, didn't even fucking care she was on her period, it would just heighten my chances of my seed filling her belly with my cubs, my beautiful little Marie mate—
A roar threatened to build in my throat, and I shoved my hand into my mouth, nearly biting through the damn thing while my other hand worked feverishly. The taste of my own blood in my mouth only took me higher as I came, my vision going dark for several impossibly long, heart stopping seconds. When I finally regained awareness, the shower wall was a mess, blood dripped down one hand, and I was still snarling weakly.
That was why I couldn't take Marie now. I couldn't lose control like an animal with her the way I just had.
A/N: So there's the promised smut, and I think it went fairly well, if I do say so myself. I tried to include a bit more detail about Logan jacking off this time because I know you perverts like that sort of thing ;D
The song is Three Wishes by The Pierces. They're not my favorite band, but it's a really good song that I encourage you to listen to. And it's pretty much the only relevant thing I have in my library that I can believe Marie would listen to. Also, the last line of the song is, "If your lover ever takes her love away."
I mentioned this in TBH last week, but just in case you missed it, my NEW blog is at morganofthefey . wordpress . com. I'm going to put a sneak peek of next week's new BBW chapter up on that blog every Saturday, so look out for it and check out some of the regular posts too!
To Juls the Guest Reviewer: In this time line, they're about to hit Christmas, so as soon as this Lori thing is over, I'm moving on to that. After Christmas, I think I'll jump forward to spring. I tried to make the chapters longer earlier, but unfortunately, I just don't have the time to write that much. So the next few really big plot points will happen with big time jumps between, ie Plot Point A, then three months later, the next chapter will be about Plot Point B. It is pretty slow going right now, but I promise I'm going to start aging Marie up and moving things along.
To Elsie the Guest Reviewer: Yes, my puppies are adorable and A LOT of work. I agree that Marie and Lori will just silently disagree and disapprove of one another.
To Anonymous Guest (who reviewed for ch 12): I'm not sure when the subject of kitlings will come up between Marie and Logan (talking about children and whether or not they want to have them) but I do want it to happen eventually. So watch for that.