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We were barely in the room before I grabbed her from behind and undid my belt. Her nails dug into my arms and she tried to whisper something seductive, but I didn't care. I finally got my cock out, but the angle wasn't quite right, so I just lifted her up and sat her down on it. Neither of us wore underwear. I threw my head back and hissed at the feeling, and she really dug her nails in with a nervous chuckle. She was impaled on my cock, toes barely touching the ground, my arm around her waist the only thing holding her up.
"Bed." She breathed in a smoky voice. "There is a bed, you know."
Like I gave a fuck. I just wanted—needed—I lifted her up an inch, then let her drop. She flailed, top heavy from the fake tits. Her struggling only made the friction better. But she was right, I could fuck her harder if I bent her over the bed.
I yanked her off of me and shoved her toward the bed. She stumbled forward, but turned around and dropped to her knees in front of the bed. I choked off a growl of annoyance. I didn't tell her to do that.
But her hair color was right. Just the right shade of brown and auburn, like M—I stalked forward and grabbed a fistful of that hair. I meant to just shove my cock down her throat, but I found myself pushing in slowly, giving her time to swallow around me and adjust. I wouldn't be rough like that with Ma—Her head bobbed, and I snarled. So good. Use your tongue, darling. Would Mar—
Oh fuck it. I was pretending she was Marie. It was Marie kneeling in front of me, Marie's mouth that I was slow fucking, her little whimpers around my cock. Gotta be careful, don't want to make her gag. Hair is too rough in my hand. Too much blowdrying, curling, hair product. But it's the right color. I opened my eyes to watch it run through my fingers as I flexed my hand. She tried to make eye contact, and that nearly ruined everything, so I shoved her face back down until she gagged. Sorry, darling.
So close, but I wanted to come inside her. Wanted to make her come first, clenching around my cock. The thought almost ended it too soon, and I had to pull her head back. I lifted her up, spun her around, and bent her over the bed. Yanked her skirt up. Couldn't see her face. Just her hair. Right color of hair. I grabbed her hip and pushed back inside, slower than I expected again. Her cunt felt so good squeezing around me, but I wanted more. I started thrusting, going as deep as I could, holding her down when she started trying to rock back. Marie didn't know how to move like that. Need to teach her. Make it good for her.
I reached around and tugged on her skirt until I got it high enough that I could reach her mound. When I slipped my fingers down, I could feel her wetness and myself thrusting just below. Gonna make this real good for you, darling. I rubbed her clit until she screamed, finally coming around my cock the way I wanted her to. That's right, Marie. You fucking come for me. Just one more time. Gotta feel that just one more time. Thrusted faster, losing control. Need her. She came again. I went harder.
She's not Marie.
Shut up shut up shut up!
So close. So fucking close, but she didn't smell right. Like booze and cheap cigarettes. Wanted apples and sunshine.
She's not Marie! Not our mate!
I screamed and yanked her up by her arm, tossing her halfway across the room. Not-Marie stumbled into the wall and stared at me with wide eyes. Blue eyes. Not Marie. I growled and let out my claws.
"Get out."
She turned and ran out the door. Marie wouldn't run from me. Marie would hug me when I was angry and make it better. My head fucking hurt.
That's what ya get fer trynta fuck humans who AREN'T OUR MATE!
I collapsed on the bed, knees hanging over the side, and tugged at my cock. It was still hard, and wet too. Didn't smell right. Not like Marie. I wanted my cock to smell like Marie. I wanted Marie's breath to smell like my cock. I tore a pair of her gloves I'd stolen out of my back pocket. I always stole little things of hers, things she wouldn't notice missing for a day until I put them back. They still smelled like her. The apples and sunshine scent I needed. I shoved them against my face and inhaled desperately, slowing my strokes to the shy, hesitant ones she would make.
My cock had been wet after she'd came in my arms, and I gulped in another greedy breath, trying to remember. She'd made such sweet noises, little whimpers of surprise and pleasure. And I'd been the one to make her fall apart. Smelled so good. Should've dipped my fingers in. Just for a little taste. Skin tasted good. Cunt would taste better. All mine. Make her come like that, and with my fingers, on my cock, have her lick it clean after—
Marie. Marie, Marie, Marie.
I came with a roar, practically suffocating myself with her gloves. Came so hard, my back popped and a shot or two might have hit the ceiling. I gasped for breath, making whimpering noises I'd be ashamed of after I finished, but I couldn't care less right then.
Get up.
I sucked in air and didn't move.
Get the fuck up. Marie's waiting.
That finally got me going, and I sat up with a groan. I tucked myself back in and zipped up my fly. I could hear the hooker shuffling around in the hallway as I put Marie's gloves back in my pocket and cleaned up. She'd been scared enough to run out of the room, but not to leave entirely. I hadn't paid her yet. She should've asked for cash upfront.
I got up and grabbed my belt. The hooker kept her distance when I walked out. I finished buckling my belt and took out my wallet. She flinched when I raised my hand to offer the money, but she grabbed it quick enough. I walked away, with the Wolverine still snarling at me for being unfaithful to our mate.
Marie didn't know about the dream, and she sure as hell wasn't going to find out about the hooker. But I still felt like shit about both, especially with the Wolverine deciding to be my conscience and remind me what a fuck up I was at every opportunity. I spent the rest of the night letting amateurs beat the shit out of me in the cage, then went crawling back to Marie, where she waited for me in a different hotel.
Between the near sex and the night of fighting, I was starving. Marie already had a large meatlovers pizza when I walking in. That only twisted the guilt deeper in my gut, and I tried to cover it up.
"Hey, ki—"
My stomach cut me off with a growl. She smiled and offered me a slice. I swallowed hard and tried not to look too guilty when I took it. She must have been pretty hungry too, because she went back to eating while I sat down and struggled to get my boots off. I finally succeeded and ate the rest of the slice in two large gulps.
"Huerk!"
I didn't know what kind of fucking sound I made, but I nearly choked. It tasted sweet. Female. I stared at Marie, and she stared back, looking almost as guilty as I felt. I sniffed the air. Pizza. Stale cigarettes. Marie. Full and sweet, just like that night, only barely covered up by the smell of pizza.
She made a squeal of embarrassment and ran into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her. I sat on the bed with half a bite of pizza still in my mouth, trying to process what had just happened. She must not have washed her hands after—that's how it got on the—I could taste her—
I gulped, and the pizza burned all the way down.
Fuck.
I was hard again and starting to look around the room, wondering if Marie had touched anything else. She had to touch the phone to order the pizza, right?
Get yer shit together. Ya ain't lickin' the phone!
I shook my head to clear it. The Wolverine was right. I had my pride, and I sure as hell wasn't going to start licking things in a skanky hotel room just to get another taste of Marie...even though she tasted so good, tart and sweet like apples, wanted that taste on my tongue without the pizza—
SHUT UP!
The Wolverine panted in my mind while I sat stunned. I figured his balls would be just as blue as mine. Maybe even more, since he didn't get to make her come. Which was kind of a dick move on my part, but I ran the show here, not him.
Yeah, and yer doin' a bang up job, bub.
I growled in my defense, but he shoved his thoughts forward again.
Our mate is havin' another fit in the bathroom, and yer sittin' out here with yer thumb up our ass!
My retort was another growl. Goddammit. I stood up and tried to concentrate. Fix Marie. She had been embarrassed. I should make her feel better. I stopped with my hand on the knob and realized I had no fucking clue what to say. What was I supposed to tell her? Did we need to have a talk about sex? Shit, what if she had started liking boys? Who the fuck had she been thinking about?! It had better be me.
She whimpered on the other side of the door, and my chest tightened.
"Kid?"
"No!"
"Dammit, Marie. Don't do this again."
"...do we hafta talk about this?" She asked. "Can't Ah jus' get amnesia and forget the last fifteen years?"
"You only got fifteen years."
"Exactly!" She screamed back.
Something thumped, and I tightened my grip on the knob.
"Marie, if you hurt yourself, I will break this fucking door down and—"
"No, no, no! Ah...Ah wanna talk to Wolvie."
I blinked at the door. "Him?"
"Yeah."
Back up.
No, I—
She asked fer ME. Ya ain't got shit to say to fix this, and a couple hours ago, ya were off fuckin' a hooker.
That didn't have shit to do with anything right now, but he was right about me being clueless on how to fix this. And if he was what Marie wanted...
"Kitling?"
"Wolvie."
I waited.
Nothing.
"You going to talk, kit?"
"No, Ah lied."
I took a deep breath and tried to control my tone. "Why?"
"Ah jus' wanted Logan to go away, an' Ah knew he wasn't gonna really leave, so Ah asked for yah. But Ah don't wanna talk about it. Evah."
I waited another few seconds, then tried again. "What's so bad about it?"
"Ah—yah...wh-wha...no!" She spluttered.
"Are you embarrassed because Logan knows you masturbate?"
Something hit the door.
"Shut up!"
"Because he does it too."
This ain't what you're supposed to be talking about!
"Everyone does it, kit." I continued, ignoring him.
"...even yah?"
"When exactly would I have time for that?" I asked.
I heard her gasp. "Logan doesn't let yah masturbate? Ohmahgawd Wolvie, yah have rights!"
"I'm pretty sure there's no such thing as the right to masturbate." I reminded her.
"...the pursuit of happiness." She mumbled. "Yah even get to masturbate in prison. Well, obviously. Ah kinda guess that's all yah would do."
She seemed to be in a more talkative mood, so I asked another question. "Is that what you've been doing when you order pizza?"
"No! Ah—it's not like—not every single...yeah."
"Why don't you want to talk about it?" I pressed.
"It's embarrassing! Yah both probably think Ah'm stupid or a pervert or something."
I grinned at the door and barely kept from laughing. "Kitling, I assure you. The only perverts here are me and the human."
Yeah, 'cause that was real fucking reassuring.
"Tell me about it."
"You first." I immediately replied.
I didn't know what was going on in her head with me and the human trapped in there, but I doubted we held hands and sang campfire songs. She had told the human I sometimes said things that were "inappropriate." If she only knew the half of it. And where did the human and I go in her mind while she masturbated? Could we...help?
"Well, yah mostly jus' make a lot of dirty jokes, but they are pretty funny."
"And the human?"
"His name is Logan."
Like hell I would call him that. He didn't deserve a name, and he sure as hell didn't deserve to be in control if he was just going to run around fucking hookers.
"And he needs to figure out which head he wants to think with."
I had to clench my teeth from shouting out a damn straight. I didn't want to interrupt her now that she was talking...and bitching about the human.
"One minute, he's fine with a little bit of flirting. But then the next, he wants to give meh a safety lecture and treat me like Ah'm five."
"You growing up is hard on us, kit."
I hated making excuses for the human, but that was the safest answer. If she was too embarrassed to discuss masturbating with us, then it was too soon to press her for anything more. She might be fifteen and a half, but she still needed some more time to mature and figure out her feelings.
Goddammit.
"Are you going to come out of the bathroom anytime soon?"
I'd been understanding and given her space, but that time was over now. She had about one minute before I came in, through the door if I had to, and made sure she hadn't hurt herself. The human and I still remembered the way she had scratched her arms and clutched our tags without her even noticing.
"Coming." She called.
I wished. Later. Another half a year or so. I backed up and leaned against the wall so she wouldn't feel crowded. She cracked open the door and peeked out at me. She still looked pretty skittish, so I stayed still and didn't press her any more. As long as she didn't try to ignore me or run away again. But she was a smart little kitling, and she edged closer until she stood in front of me. She didn't look at me though, so I corrected her, raising her head up.
"I don't ever want you to feel embarrassed or ashamed around me, kit. And if you ever get curious or have questions..." I leaned forward, pressing my lips against her ear. "I'm here for you, Marie."
No, it wouldn't be too long now. Just had to wait a little while longer, and I'd get my turn...
I'd made a reservation for me and Marie at a nice restaurant, nice enough that I couldn't pronounce its name and would probably have to buy new clothes just to be let inside. But I'd made it before last night, and things had been so awkward between us in the morning, that I figured Marie didn't want to go anywhere with me. Especially if it seemed romantic.
Not that it was. It wasn't like I'd arranged a date or anything. I didn't date. I just wanted to take her someplace nice for a holiday meant for celebrating a special person in your life.
I scowled at the tiled wall and scrubbed more vigorously. It was a date, but it wasn't going to happen. Poor kid wouldn't even look at me now. And how was I supposed to explain taking her out on a date, anyway? She was still fifteen for fuck's sake. She'd probably think I was being creepy.
Or she'd enjoy the attention. When's the last place ya took her anyway that had clean bathrooms?
No. It was a stupid idea. We weren't dating.
'Cause ya cheated on her.
I can't cheat if we ain't dating, dumbass.
He started to snarl out a reply, but I thought I heard my phone ringing. I paused and tried to listen past the running water. I was pretty sure I heard Marie say thank you and then hum out an affirmative. Had someone called her? Who the fuck else would she be talking to?!
You can't be jealous if you aren't dating, dumbass.
Shut the fuck up.
She can fuck whoever she wants. You do.
Whose side are you fucking on?!
Yer the one settin' a bad example! Figure out if ya wanna think with yer head or yer dick.
I slammed off the water and got out of the shower, yanking a towel around my waist. I went to open the door, but Marie toppled in. After all the awkwardness, I didn't think she'd really appreciate being pressed up against me while I was pretty much naked, so I jumped back. I thought between my reflexes and the Wolverine's, she'd catch herself on something nearby. I didn't think it would be my towel.
And she still ended up hitting the floor. I winced and knelt down beside her, trying to make sure she hadn't hit her head. Seemed like my girl was always hitting her damn head on fucking something. But she lifted herself up, turning her head at just the right angle to get a good view of...the full package. And her reaction to that was to breathe out, making her mouth a little O. Breathed out right on my cock. Mouth in the perfect shape. Grab her hair—perfect color—and just push...
I jumped up, grabbed the towel, and practically socked myself in the nuts I shoved it against my crotch so hard. Shit, I hoped she hadn't noticed. Why did this shit keep happening to me?! One month, I'd like to go just one damn month without her skinny dipping or having a wet dream or masturbating or breathing on my fucking cock or any one of the other thousand little "fuck me" things she did. Was that too much to ask for?
"Yeh phone rang." She said, sitting up. "Ah answered it 'cause Ah thought it was mah-ne. Yeh reservation is confirmed."
Fuck, no. She was speaking in that monosyllable voice again, like during the Fourth of July. How had I fucked up? That face to crotch thing wasn't my fault. And we'd both seen each other naked before. Hell, she'd seen me hard in the shower, and that hadn't seemed to bother her. But she just stood up and walked out the bathroom.
"Marie, wait!"
I tried to catch up to her and fasten my towel again at the same time. She was still walking by the time I got out of the bathroom, but I didn't know where she thought she was going. I grabbed her wrist, and she turned around.
"Yes, Logan?"
I dropped her hand and coughed. "You okay, kid?"
She stared at me blankly for a moment, and I had the uneasy feeling I had somehow just made it worse.
"Fah-ne. It was jus' an accident. Coulda happened to anybody. Congratulations on yeh date. Ah'm sure she'll enjoy it." Her voice finally faltered as she blushed suddenly and started talking faster. "The date, Ah mean, not yeh man stuff—not that she won't enjoy that too."
I was so relieved she'd stopped using that creepy flat tone that it took me a second to figure out why she was referring to herself in the third person. She'd answered my phone and found out I had a date, and now she thought I was going out with someone else.
She started to run again, but I grabbed her and pulled her back, spinning her around in my arms. Her body was hard and stiff, but I couldn't help from grinning like an idiot.
"You're jealous."
"No!" She snapped.
I could smell the lie, and it only made me grin harder. She struggled, but I hugged her tight.
"Sorry. Shouldn't have grinned at that." I mumbled, still smiling a little. "You're my date. I made the reservation for us."
I held my breath while I waited for her reaction. She looked up at me and gave me a pouty glare.
"Then why didn't yah tell meh?"
"Didn't think you'd want to after last night." I admitted.
"Well Ah do, yah jerk! Ah wanna—" She blushed again and hid her face against my chest. "Ah jus' like holidays."
"Sure, kid."
I didn't want to pry too much, but I knew there was an ending to that sentence. And it wasn't just holidays that she liked. It looked like my little Marie was starting to get a crush. All I had to do was keep it that way for a while longer, just until she was old enough. Then we could go on a date for real.
"Let me get dressed, and we'll go clothes shopping."
That cheered her right up. Women and their damn shopping. Whatever, as long as it made her happy. She nodded and looked a lot calmer, so I let her go and pulled on some clothes.
Turns out the damn brat just wanted to see me in a fucking suit. I hated suits. They felt tight and itchy. I let her pick me out some slacks and a button down, but I vetoed the jacket. It was too damn small anyway.
She looked damn good though. So fucking good. Got her a real nice dress in a lighter blue, modest but pretty. But it was the gloves that had me drooling. Slinky black gloves that came all the way up to her elbows. I never knew gloves could be sexy, but all I could think about was how they'd feel wrapped around my cock. Those gloves would definitely be making a short disappearance. Or a long one. I'd be real careful not to stain them though.
Christ, she was going to kill me.
I led her into the restaurant with my hand on her lower back because I just couldn't resist, and she didn't stop me. The waiter glared at me and my jacket. MY jacket, the leather one that was warm and fit me right. I only stopped myself from sneering back because this was supposed to be special for Marie.
"Do you have a reservation?" He asked in a tone that said, "Do I need to call the police?"
"Howlett."
He looked down at his list like it had the names of Judgement Day on it and practically wept with disgust when he saw my name on it. A waiter came up to show us to our seats, and I kept Marie real fucking close to me while all the other diners looked us over and wondered what she was doing with a guy like me.
"Will the young lady be needing a children's menu?" The waiter asked.
I could smell Marie's outrage, but she only smiled and said no. He set down our menus like a challenge in reply. Marie ordered a water, but I went with a Canadian Club whiskey. I needed something to take the edge off. Shit, I didn't know how to date. Marie gave me a sympathetic look and a small smile after he left.
"Ah'm sure the food is good." She said.
I just grunted and opened my menu. Fucking Italian. It was all written in fucking Italian. I threw mine back down in disgust, but Marie kept studying hers. She mouthed words silently to herself, her face occasionally lighting up in understanding. My girl was so smart. I liked that she got all that book stuff. The entire place made my knuckles itch, but if she liked fancy places like this, I'd suffer through it. At least the water got back to us with our drinks pretty quickly.
"Would you be interested in our artisan pizzas?" He sneered.
I almost choked again on my whiskey. I quickly pretended to look at the menu and tried to think of anything except Marie and pizza. But my head felt light, probably because all my blood rushed straight to my cock. Marie saved me from speaking by ordering for both of us. I hoped to hell she knew what she was saying and got me something good. I just hid behind my menu like a fucking sissy, until I heard Marie snickering. I looked at ther over the menu and scowled.
"You got something to laugh about, kid?" I asked.
She grinned. "It's a little bit funny."
"Yeah, I'm sure you think it's real funny, giving me a damn pizza fetish. Haha." I dropped the menu and shifted in my seat, trying to subtly adjust myself.
I probably would get a real goddamn fetish from that. I didn't think I would ever be able to look at a slice of pizza the same way again. And if I ever came back to our hotel room and smelled pizza...
"Payback for giving me a gear fetish." Marie replied.
And I sputtered on my drink of whiskey for a second time. Sassy little thing had the nerve to laugh at me for it too.
"By the time we're finished with each other, we'll have all these weird kinks for random things that are either really ordinary or really outlandish. Like..." She paused to think, scrunching up her nose. "...sponges and llamas!"
I looked at her like she was crazy while she laughed again. People were glancing over at us, but she looked too damn beautiful when she laughed like that for me to care. At least she'd gotten over her earlier funk. Although it had been damn good for my ego to have her get all jealous over me.
Yeah, jest think how jealous she'd be if she knew about the hooker. The Wolverine said in an overly happy tone that gave me the fucking creeps.
When are you gonna shut the fuck up about that?!
He just growled and stalked off to sulk in the corner of my mind. Good. Didn't fucking ask for his goddamn input anyway. Marie started to calm down and took a drink of water, but then she choked too. These people were going to think we didn't know how to drink without fucking sippy cups.
I raised an eyebrow to get an explanation, and she blushed and spluttered for a few more moments.
"Wolvie wishes to add that instead of washing llamas, you'd do better to try beavers. Because there are more of them here. It being Canada and all." She explained with great dignity.
I cleared my throat and didn't look at her. I didn't really want to know how they'd gotten onto that topic. What sort of filth was that animal polluting her mind with, anyway?!
"Soooo, how about that hockey game?"
Marie finally changed the subject to something decent, and I explained why desert states like Arizona didn't deserve to have fucking hockey teams, and that the referees were all corrupt or idiots or both. She nodded along, and I knew she actually listened to most of what I said because every now and then she would ask a really good question.
My words of wisdom were cut off by the arrival of her salad though, and she told me how her schoolwork was going in between bites. She'd finished her driver's ed course last week and gotten a certificate for it, so we'd moved on. But she still kept up with that online shit I got her, and it sounded like she was really far ahead with it too. I was damn proud of her for it.
The meal was an utter fucking disappointment though. The steak was cooked too well and rubbery. Apparently, Italians didn't know shit about beef. I would have taken her to an Outback, which wasn't as fancy but at least had decent food, but there were only three of them or so in Canada. But next year, we sure as fuck wouldn't be coming back here. I'd take us down into the goddamn States if I had to. And her poor little fish pasta thing came on a plate barely bigger than her hand.
Marie passed on desert. That's how I knew the night had sucked. If it had been so bad she didn't even want chocolate, she must have hated the whole night. I tried not to slink too much on our walk back to the truck, but I just wanted to put my tail between my legs. I should've known I couldn't pull off this dating shit. The ride back to the hotel was silent too, until she looked over and called my name. I braced myself for a gentle explanation that everything I'd done was wrong.
"Ah really, really appreciate tonight, but Ah'm still hungry, can we please stop at that rib joint?" She asked all in one breath.
It took a second for her request to register, but then I made an illegal U turn and got us into the parking lot. She grinned and hopped out on her own, practically running into the place. I ordered a loaded brisket, and we found a table that sat in front of a tv playing a hockey game. She recognized the team and checked with me to be sure it was the one I had been talking about. I felt like throwing her a damn parade—she really had been listening! I should teach her about cars next. Show her how an engine works.
Our order was up, and I got it from the front counter while Marie sipped her root beer. It was a giant plate of brisket, topped with cheese and bacon and rib sauce. I practically drooled over it walking back to our table, and Marie's eyes widened when she saw it. She held out her hands, wiggling her fingers in an impatient "gimme" motion. She ate half the damn thing by herself, getting sauce smeared all over her face and hands in the process.
So of course she had to lick her fingers clean. Because my Marie was just a little cock tease like that, and I was damn grateful for it. All in all, I figured maybe I could figure this dating thing out after all, but only with her.
A/N: I am SO sorry I posted these chapters so late! I normally post in the morning before class, but I overslept and barely made it to class on time. But it's here! A little late, but I try really hard not to miss updates.
So how do you all feel about Logan? What an asshole for fucking a hooker or how sweet for taking Marie out on a date? Both? And then there's Wolverine. He's going to be Logan's conscience until Logan learns how to be a real boy.
More flower crowns, aka smut! I told you guys, shit is getting real. Just a few more chapters until the REALLY good stuff (drama, not smut, unfortunately) starts happening. But please, let me know what you've thought of the smutty stuff so far! I've never written sex scenes before, so feedback will be greatly appreciated!
Coming up next: Wolverine gets his mate pinned beneath him, and he's determined to finally get his turn...
