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Rating: R

Author's Warning: Non-graphic sexual situations. Probably shouldn't be read if you're a minor.

Summary: The animal wants to hunt… (Rogue/Wolverine)

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Chase and Capture

By: Blaize Jade

Most people would be afraid to have an animal hot on their trail, snarling in what sounded like rage.

The Rogue was not afraid. And she knew that was sound was anything but anger.

Because the animal behind her was the Wolverine. And the snarling told her he wanted her.

Badly.

Rogue ran faster, wanting to make it good for him. She ignored the tree branches as they smacked against her, threatening to snag her clothes and knock her down. She moved on pure adrenaline.

Suddenly, everything grew quiet. Rogue froze, looking around. Her breath was rapid as she scanned her surroundings for her pursuer.

With a roar, he leapt from the brush, tackling her to the ground. Rogue screamed as Wolverine pinned her to the hard ground, licking and biting her scarf-covered neck.

She struggled to get loose, although she didn't put much effort into it. In this chase, the prey was happy to be caught. But she knew the predator liked a little bit of a fight.

Wolverine growled, turning her head to the side hard, but not quite enough to hurt. He bit down, marking her even through the layers of silk. Rogue shuddered as her wiggling stopped. He'd claimed her now. There was no stopping it now.

As if she wanted to…

Rogue looked up, meeting his eyes. They were darker than when he was just Logan, when he was more man than animal. She liked him this way. There was something to be said about going feral, at least where sex was concerned.

She thrust her hips up, letting him know she was a willing mate. He growled again, although this time so deep in his chest that it was almost a purr.  He reached under her skirt, finding the bodystocking she wore for just such an occasion. Roughly, he tore a hole in the fabric, rubbing her clit with his leather-covered hands. Her scent assailed his nostrils, and this time, he did purr.

Rogue whimpered, the wait almost too much. As much as she liked it when Logan took her slowly, it was times like these when she just wanted Wolverine to ravish her. She reached down, unbuttoning his fly and pulling his cock out of its denim prison.

Wolverine growled again when he felt her slim hands wrap around him. All he could think of was being buried inside her, feeling her all around him. He felt her slip something over his cock, and knew it was safe to be inside her now. Even as far-gone as he was, Wolverine knew better than to touch Rogue's skin, if only from the knowledge that it would end his current pleasure.

Rogue screamed as Wolverine thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. He grunted above her, moving in and out at a pace rapid enough to make her see stars. She clung to him with all her strength, knowing when he was like this, she was just along for the ride.

Rogue lost all touch with reality, feeling nothing but the man who was filling her up so entirely. Pleasure hit her so suddenly that it was if she was being torn apart, her senses shutting down so she couldn't hear Wolverine's primal roar of completion, or the way he shook in her arms as he lost himself in her.

Logan came back to himself, still buried inside his lover. "Marie…" he said softly, kissing her hair.

"Logan," she replied, smiling softly.

"Thanks for the chase, darlin'," he said, rolling over so she rested on his chest.

Rogue's smile grew wider. "Thanks for the capture."