The Moon is Not Enough by ThePekingNoodle

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Chapter Fourteen: Jungle Fever

Scratch the surface and it's amazing what you'll find…

As soon as they reached the guesthouse and were safely inside, Logan went straight to his laptop. He booted it up and, as Max watched over his shoulder, he opened the email from Sebastian that was waiting for him.

"What does it mean?" Max asked as she read it over his shoulder.

"I'm not sure. I'm not familiar with the 'Red Soldier' program that Sebastian is referring to. He obviously doesn't want to say too much over the net, or he would have explained it more here." Logan frowned in concentration.

"Will he tell you over the phone?" Max wanted to know.

"Probably not. We're going to have to see him in person if we want to get any real answers."

"So when do we leave? Tonight?"

"There's no big rush. According to this, the Colonel won't be back for a couple of days. I still want some more information on Cousin Ryan before we go back into Seattle. Seb should have that for us sometime tomorrow." Logan shut down the laptop and swiveled the chair so that he was facing Max.

He reached for her hand and with a gentle tug, pulled her down onto his lap. His arms went around her and he buried his face in her hair, finding her barcode and lightly tracing it with his tongue.

Max shivered as he ran his tongue over her sensitive skin but she made no effort to get up.

"Mmm." Logan murmured as he continued his exploration of her neck.

"Logan…" Max let her head fall back, giving him access as he made his way to her throat.

Logan nipped lightly at the base of her throat, right where her pulse beat. He felt it speeding up as he continued to intersperse gentle nips with soft kisses. Max's hands were in his hair now, gently ruffling it as he continued his assault. He let his hands come up to where her breasts began their upward swell and gently cupped them. Max squirmed on his lap as he did, and he felt himself hardening even more than he already was at the feel of her pressing down on him.

"Max," he warned his voice husky, "if you keep that up, this is going to move very fast."

"I like fast." She retorted, this time moving deliberately on him.

"How fast?" he challenged, feeling a surge of primitive lust.

"As fast as you can handle," she sounded breathless.

As she spoke, his hands slipped down to the hem of her dress and he shoved it up so that it was around her waist. At the same time he continued to tease her now sensitized neck and throat with his lips, and tongue, and teeth. His hands lifted her and turned her so that she was straddling his lap and she could feel his erection pressing against her. Before she realized what he intended, she heard her panties tear and he pulled the scraps off of her, tossing them aside.

"Is this fast enough for you?" he demanded as his fingers found her and pushed into her damp heat.

Max moaned and pushed against his hand. "You're getting there." Her voice was a low whisper. She moved suggestively on him.

Logan muttered something and his hands left Max. She heard the sound of his zipper sliding down and then his hands were under her hips, lifting her slightly. He bit down on her throat at the same time he spread her legs and pulled her roughly onto him.

Max let out a groan as she felt him slide into her and fill her.

"Is this fast enough for you now?" He wanted to know.

"I'll let you know," she whispered into his ear.

Logan growled and his hands gripped her as he began to push into her with hard fast strokes. "This?"

"Oh…" was all she said as she rocked on him, aiding his efforts.

Words were forgotten as the two became caught up in their mutual passion. Logan was feeling a primitive urge to claim her and mark her as his and he continued to nip at her soft skin. Max was feeling equally primal and she threw her head back, allowing him free access even as she gloried in his rough lovemaking.

After a few minutes, Logan slipped a hand between them. Max let out a soft scream as his expert fingers brought her to an intense climax.

But he wasn't finished yet. He gripped her butt tightly and stood from the chair, not breaking their connection. The bed was only a few steps away and he walked to it and let her down, coming along with her. Before Max was completely down from the high he had brought her to, he intensified his motions, taking her roughly, with a fierce passion. Within moments she came again. He smiled to himself as he felt her clenching around him and then he finally let himself go.

A long time later, Logan lifted his head and looked at Max. Her face was flushed, her lips were swollen, and small red marks were scattered on her neck. He pushed himself off of her, and looked at himself ruefully. Reaching a finger out he traced a mark on her neck that was unmistakably a bite.

"What?" Max wanted to know as she caught his look.

"I took you like an animal. I…"

Max stopped him with a finger on his lips. "I didn't mind."

Logan looked at her doubtfully.

"Logan, its okay. I liked it."

"I wanted to mark you as mine." He admitted, almost shamefaced, refusing to meet her eyes.

"I like being yours." Max put a hand up and pulled his face back so their eyes met. "Was this about earlier?"

Logan flushed at the thought that at some level he had been jealous, and that that had motivated his actions. He remained silent.

Max had had enough. She stood from the bed and stripped off the rest of her clothing. Then she reached over and started on Logan's.

"Max? What?"

"Shut up, Logan. It's my turn." She pulled at his shirt and buttons went flying. His pants were next. As soon as they were both naked she pounced on him.

"Max?"

Instead of answering she growled softly in her throat and then she proceeded to show Logan that she could be as primitive as he when it came to claiming her mate.

End of Chapter Fourteen…TBC…