Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Marvel characters or any of the X-men. The same can be said of the wonderful world of J.K. Rowling. I am not making any profit, but simply having fun. I did however create Emma Winter.

Memories and dreams are in italics.

Edited in March 2021 during lockdown.

"I almost forgot," Stryker said looking over at Logan who was laying down in a large tank. He had army tags in one hand and lifted them as in a silent question.

"I want new ones," Logan answered determinedly, his hazel eyes hard with resolve.

"What do you want them to say?" Stryker asked curiously, studying the mutant's face with interest. Logan had always been a bit of a mystery, a fantastic soldier who could control his temper far better than his brother who had a far wilder nature.

Logan thought for a moment, his face set in stone before saying determinedly, "Wolverine. I want the tags to say Wolverine."

A while later Logan was lying naked in a tank, his body connected to tubes while his face was covered in an oxygen mask. The tank was in a middle of a large science lab where there were a lot of people in white coats walking around, taking notes, whispering to each other while staring with unshed interest at the man in the tank.

Logan could hear a few whispers here and there and impossible seemed to be the most popular word among the scientists. The mutant didn't care what the humans thought, he would do this. There was nothing to his knowledge that could kill him, and vengeance fuelled his determination to finish the task. Logan wanted to do this, no he needed to do it. With the help of the adamantium, he would be indestructible and would finally be able to take his revenge on Victor who had always been slightly physically stronger than Logan was. Kayla's death would finally be avenged, and he could at long last be able to punish Victor for countless deaths of innocents, including his beloved Kayla.

They were at a secret army base at Alkali Lake; it was Stryker's base of operations. Every secret mission had been carefully planned first at the base that was hidden under the lake, far away from prying eyes. Even the US government knew little of what happened there, even the government was on a need-to-know basis. It was simply better for officials not to know exactly what was going on as Stryker's methods were usually highly unorthodox.

On the second floor, overviewing the tank from a safe distance were many generals standing silently watching the hustle and bustle of the staff as they prepared, not for the first time, to inject someone with adamantium. It had been tried a few times on various mutants but every time it had failed and the mutants had died a horrible death during the process.

Research on Logan had come back positive, enough so that the scientists had found a glimmer of hope that with Logan things might work out. If, by the vague possibility that it did, then Logan would become their super-soldier.

An indestructible force that would be combined with animal instinct under the command of Stryker. Logan would become a killing machine able to turn battles and destroy anything in his path without emotion.

The mutant would become a priceless commodity for centuries to come, something that the generals were highly interested in. Logan was known as Weapon X amongst both scientists and soldiers. The reason was simple. X was the number ten in roman numerals and so far, nine tries had gone wrong. Logan's experiment would be the final one as each try cost too much for them to be able to hide the budget from the government. They were already on the edge with the president that didn't approve funding shadow operations that technically answered to no one.

Stryker walked towards the generals with a smug look on his face, he was certain that they would not fail. It could not happen; even the most sceptic scientist had assured him that there were good chances that they would succeed.

"Generals, welcome," Stryker said as warmly as he could muster. The generals looked at him suspiciously, not trusting the fake tone of welcome and feeling the air of superiority behind his voice. There was no secret that the generals had tried their very best to get rid of Stryker but at no avail. He was the president's favourite, shielded by the trust the Commander in chief had in him.

"General Munson," Stryker added dryly to his biggest critic. The general didn't reply but peered his steel-blue eyes at him in annoyance.

Stryker continued, "Today, you are going to witness medical history. Today, we are going to create weapon X."

"X?" General Munson asked in question, hoping to find any loophole to stump Stryker.

William Stryker looked at him, rolling his eyes in annoyance at the stupidity of the general, before saying very clearly as if speaking to a child, "Roman numeral, ten."

"We are about to begin bonding adamantium to weapon X's skeleton. Begin," he said to the scientists that had been waiting excitedly to begin the process.

Logan's body was hoisted mechanically into the water-filled tank while scientists watched his vitals on monitors. It was of the utmost importance to keep track of the tiniest change in his core temperature, heartbeat and brain frequencies.

Finally, as Logan's body was submerged, the adamantium was prepared and pushed forward hot and ready to be inserted into the mutant's body. Needles appeared from within the tank, they were glowing hot and ready to push deep into his flesh while his eyes stared at them, a slightly panicked look on his face as if he was reconsidering his decision.

A nod from Stryker was enough for the scientist in command of the operation as she pressed the button to start the operation. Quickly and without mercy, the needles jabbed themselves through Logan's skin, through his flesh and straight into his bones before injecting the scorching hot metal to his skeleton.

Logan's eyes opened in shock, seconds before he screamed in pain as the hot metal coursed through his body, making him feel as if he was being ripped apart. Images from his past flashed before his eyes as he continued to scream in agony.

"Body temperature 108 and rising," a scientist answered looking worriedly at the monitors in front of him.

General Munson walked towards Stryker to have a quiet word with him to express his concern. "Why is he thrashing like that? Why isn't he sedated?"

"He feels pain just like the rest of us. Anaesthesia won't work on him, that's why he had to volunteer," Stryker explained, his eyes focused on the mutant in the tank.

"Heart rate 190," another scientist added worriedly not liking how much strain the tortured mutant was under. She had no hope of him ever coming out alive, it simply wasn't possible.

"195."

"Will he survive this?" Munson asked darkly, not liking the sight before him.

"I don't know," Stryker answered in annoyance.

"200."

Logan's body thrashed even more violently in the tank, making some of the water splash along its edges. It was obvious that he was in great distress, his body only being held down by the weight of the adamantium.

"Heart rate way beyond maximum," the female scientist said, her voice filled with concern.

"Blood pressure?" Stryker asked another scientist.

"260 over 180 and rising," was the man's quick response.

"He can make it, he can make it," Stryker said in a soothing tone assuring himself more than anyone else in the room. He had faith in Logan's regenerative power, now it was time for it to be known otherwise the mutant would be dead like so many before him.

Logan thrashed violently as the last remains of the adamantium pushed into his body. His heartbeat became even more erratic before suddenly his heart stopped, the heart monitor giving out a loud beep as the mutant's body simply couldn't take anymore.

There was anxious silence in the room and Stryker stared with unease into the tank, his mind willing the mutant to wake up, to live. The monitors showed that the operation had been a success, Logan's skeleton was fully covered in adamantium. The problem was that his body was not responding.

"Well I guess he could die after all," Agent Zero said sarcastically. Not feeling an ounce of regret over the death of his old comrade in arms. He had never liked Logan and it showed in the tone of his voice.

Stryker and the other in the room stared in stunned silence at the monitors not understanding why the experiment hadn't worked as it should have in theory.

A minute or so later, a tiny beep from the heart monitor stunned everyone. Another one and Stryker stared in awe into the tank, not seeing much from the steam that came from the tank. Could it be that Logan had survived such a thing? Could it be that his beaten body was forcing itself to restart after all the abuse it had taken?

"Come on old friend, come back," Stryker whispered encouragingly as the heart monitor beeped irregularly a few times.

"Heart rate rising," the female scientist said stunned by what she was witnessing.

"Adamantium reservoir has been depleted," another scientist added excitedly.

"No rejection, procedure completed," one of the senior scientists added in disbelief.

Tears welled in Stryker's eyes; he had finally mastered a plan that had taken three years in the works. In a stunned voice he said, "we did it."

The older scientist agreed with him, "we did it."

"Yes," Stryker said merrily as if his favourite team had just won the Super Bowl.

"We're taking him to Dallas?" Agent Zero asked sceptically, clearly not happy with the results of the procedure.

"The island? No. Bonding worked; we use his DNA for XI. We erase his memory. Erase his memory," Stryker said ordering Agent Zero to do so.

At his words, Logan's eyes opened wide as if he were taking in the world for the first time and his body convulsed in pain as it broke free of its restraints. The onlookers looked in alarm as adamantium claws appeared out of his knuckles and they realized how quickly the situation could turn on them.

"I think that he heard you," Agent Zero said, his voice filled with worry.

Stryker looked in disbelief as Logan's body continued to trash in the tank, the mutants face scrunched up in a silent scream as his lungs released the last of the oxygen from his lungs. Finally, his body jolted upwards, out of the water and out came a screaming, feral animal hell-bent on killing anything in his path.

Agent Zero shot a bullet straight into Logan's forehead but it did nothing but piss the mutant off even further. Rage was rampant in his face; he was about to explode with anger.

"Lockdown!" Stryker yelled as Logan jumped easily out of the tank and ran towards the next exit. Guns were blazing everywhere; the shooters knew they needed to put Logan down before he would escape or kill everyone at the base. They had created a monster.

Logan ran on full animal instinct, not caring how and who he killed as he ran away from Stryker and his men. Finally, he was out of the room, split second before an automatic door closed shut behind him. Only a few minutes later he was out of the base, having used his new adamantium claws to cut his way out through a wall in the base.

Logan stared in surprise at his claws before throwing himself off a cliff and into a waterfall.

He was safe.

When Logan's memory ended, the two sat quietly in their seats as if they were going through the events again in their mind. Emma saw how worn-down Logan was over what he had found out, it was never easy to witness people in pain, but seeing yourself in pain and not remembering it had to feel so much worse.

Emma sighed wearily before rubbing her face as to force her body to wake up. It had been difficult for her as well to see Logan in so much pain, so unwavering about getting the adamantium and then witnessing the feral pain that appeared when he realized that Stryker had betrayed him.

It was on such occasions that the witch wondered if it had been a good idea to help Logan with his memory. Emma knew that her husband needed to face his demons, just as she did, but it didn't make it easier to watch her beloved so tortured over his past.

Bright hazel eyes met her own; his gaze was intense as if he were looking into the farthest depths of her soul. Emma gave him a tiny smile, filled with melancholy, before walking quickly to the desk where the pensive waited, already filled with her painful memories.

"I guess it would be safe to call this session memories of war? Don't you think?" Emma asked Logan who absentmindedly nodded, his mind still on the memories he had witnessed in his mind not so long ago.

"Here is the set up for you. I had left Hogwarts after I found out that Snape had witnessed my parents being murdered by other Death Eaters. I was devastated, absolutely heartbroken for so many reasons. What hurt, even more, was that the wizard I had hated most of my life, had been the one that had saved my life from the Death Eaters that killed my parents. I couldn't take it, so I ran while taking none of my possessions but my wand. It is the only possession that matters to me after all. I ran to the edge of Hogwarts grounds, disapparated away and finally managed to contact Hermione. Finally, I joined her and Harry in finding all the Horcruxes that Voldemort had split his soul into.

It was extremely difficult; we usually slept in turns knowing that someone might catch us at any given moment. With every Horcrux that was destroyed the pursuit from the Death Eaters and Voldemort got stronger. Even though Voldemort didn't feel when they were being destroyed, his followers had become anxious to get rid of us. I had my reasons for hiding as well; my parents' past made me a great bargaining chip against the Order of the Phoenix if I would ever be captured. Second, my association with the trio was well documented by my fellow Slytherins; I was a traitor to my own house.

One night we ended up at Ron's brother's house that he shared with his wife but surprisingly with Ron as well. We didn't know what to say as Ron had been gone for months hiding away from us. It was more than a little awkward, but we needed him, not only was he a part of our group but he was Hermione's love so we needed him. Without him things were not the same, we were not the same. We needed Hermione as sharp as possible and without Ron's love and support, she simply wasn't the same.

In the end, he joined us not a moment too late. The battle was upon us. Voldemort had attacked Hogwarts. "

They dove into the memory.

There were screaming children scattered all around the castle grounds. Minerva McGonagall was trying to get the older students to take care of the younger ones and get them out of harm's way. The problem was that there were not many places to hide from the Death eaters, not when so many of them had attended Hogwarts themselves in their younger days. The sounds were horrifying, screams of terror, blasts of magic everywhere and confusion on both sides.

The four friends were desperately trying to help the younger children and assisting the teachers to defend the castle, but the attackers were many and most of them adults while the ones defending Hogwarts were mostly young children or in their teens.

The battle was painfully unfair.

Logan stared in horror as the darker side seemed to have no qualms about killing innocent children that had nothing against seasoned warriors of Voldemort. Madness was protruding in the air making him feel sick to his stomach. How many living nightmares had Emma gone through in her short life? No wonder that his beloved wife had been so haunted when she arrived at Xavier's, she had been through hell.

"Emma, can't you just stun them? Do you have to use the killing curse every time?" a woman with bubble gum pink hair said as she stood next to the younger witch who didn't have time to answer right away. The Order of the Phoenix stood as a barrier trying to stop the Death Eaters from breaching the castle. It looked like an impossible task; the Death Eaters were swarming the grounds, the stream of them seemingly endless.

"They are not showing mere children that courtesy," Emma snarled viciously with more ferocity than Logan had ever seen from her before, "It's either them or us Tonks. I'd prefer it to be them."

The younger Emma looked ruthless and more feral than any woman he had seen before. Her body was in a battle stance and a vicious snarl was on her lips as she took down one Death Eater after the other, not noticing her injuries. A large gash was on her temple and fresh blood streamed down her face and neck but she seemed oblivious to it, too busy trying to do everything at once.

Over and over again she cast the killing curse, extinguishing every life the green light would touch. Emma couldn't stop for a moment, if she would sit down for a moment the witch knew she wouldn't find the energy to stand up again. Her whole body trembled violently as her magical reserve became closer to depletion, using so much magic did take a toll on someone so young that had never experienced a battle similar to the one against Voldemort's followers.

Emma's face looked vacant as if her essence, the spark that made her so otherworldly, had somehow left her. Logan knew that feeling very well. The witch had gone berserk, her body registering nothing but her survival, a killing spree. Emma would do anything to survive; she had allowed her most inner self to take over, to make sure she had some chance of surviving what looked like a lost battle. Her friends stood close by and they all had the looks of those that had experienced too much in their short lives.

The scene seemed to drag on forever as the night dragged on and finally Logan saw that Emma was beyond exhausted as she staggered to stand upright. More injuries had been added to her tired body, her lip had split open when she had been hurled into a wall and she limped badly as if she had a serious problem with one of her legs.

A ghostly shape of a badger came running towards her and circled her urgently as the frantic voice of Hermione Granger came from the animal, "We have to go to the Shrieking Shack. Meet us by the gate."

Emma cast a spell and seemed to disappear from the attackers. She ran stumbling towards the gate. Emma tripped often on the way cursing low every time. By the gate, the three were waiting for her under Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Let's go!" Harry screamed and they fought their way towards the end of the property and onwards to the Shrieking Shack.

Emma's memory flickered quickly, like a film on fast forward, and before Logan knew what was going on, he was standing in a small timber house. From the distance, he could see Hogwarts, Emma's old school and the light from thousands of wands that were sending curses in every direction.

On the floor, in a far corner of the Shrieking Shack, Emma's sourly husband was laying in a heap and looking as if he was mere moments from expiring.

The group of friends rushed up the stairs and into the room, Harry being the first one. His sharp, green eyes looked quickly around to assure himself and the others that the place was empty besides Snape who looked as if he was about to expire.

Harry Potter kneeled by Snape, the boy's face filled with concern as he listened to the wizard taking slow, wheezy breaths. A blue wisp came from his mouth into a vial that Hermione had hurried pushed into Harry's hands. Emma stood back staring blankly at what was going on, the expression on her face was hidden by the large dark hood that covered most of her face.

Explosions were heard in the distance; the Death Eaters had breached the walls of the castle.

"We have to go!" the boy who lived said suddenly and jumped towards the door. They had no time to spare, they had to get back.

"I will be right there," Emma said quietly staring at Hermione with a pleading gaze, hoping her friend would understand why she had to stay. The red-haired boy was about to protest but a dark look from Emma shut him up and he nodded in agreement before turning around to run from the Shack with his two friends right behind him.

"Severus, can you hear me?" Emma murmured as she crouched down beside the wizard and winching as the pain in her leg burned through her body.

Snape had a large serpent bite mark on his neck, and she touched his neck for a pulse that flickered weakly for a few moments before finally disappearing. He was fading. Emma prepared to use muggle CPR, something that Hermione Granger had insisted both Emma and Harry had learned when they were on the run. Magic, even though it was wonderful, could not give answers for everything. Sometimes the only solution was to be found elsewhere.

"One, two, three," Emma whispered as she pumped Snape's chest with her hands before moving slightly, opening his airway and blowing a lungful of air into his mangled body. After a few tries his body started to convulse violently, showing that he was indeed back to the land of the living but in a very bad shape.

The young witch looked sharply at her estranged husband for a split second before reaching into the pockets of her cape, fumbling about for a while and pulling out a small vial that Dumbledore had given her once upon a time as an early graduation present. The witch opened the vial, poured a part of the liquid onto the wound on Snape's neck and the rest into his mouth. Then she waited and waited. Little by little his colouring came back, his breathing became less laboured, and his colouring changed for the better.

When Snape opened his eyes the young witch smiled with relief. So many lives had been taken over the day; it was incredible to be able to give life instead of taking it away. Snape looked up at Emma with a confused look on his face as he stared at what was probably the first genuine smile that he had ever gotten from his young wife that hated him so.

"Hello Severus," Emma whispered before grabbing his hand in hers as a portkey activated to transport them off Hogwarts ground so she could apparate to St. Mungo's for Snape to get the help he so desperately needed.

The vision darkened and a few moments later Emma and Logan were back at the cottage, staring at each other deep in thought. Logan felt a deep surge of jealousy surge through him seeing Emma touching that snake of a man, even if it had been to help him. It took him a few moments to suffocate the possessiveness, then he finally walked over to her, touched her cheek with a callused hand before saying in a deep voice, "I wish you hadn't had to live through the things you have. I wish you had lived a sheltered life, wrapped in cotton by those that loved you and never met any darkness in your life. How you managed to stay sane through many of these things, I will never understand but I admire you, your courage to fight for those that were younger and to fight for what you believed in. No one can take that away from you darlin'."

Logan's arms wrapped around her in a strong embrace, making Emma feel as if finally she had found the love she had wished for since she was a young girl. Husband and wife stood like that for a long time, comforting each other without words and simply by being there for each other.

It wasn't until late April that Emma got answers to why her scent had changed or why her husband was so often looking at her with a tender expression on his face. Unfortunately for the witch, that's when nausea and vomiting began with full force.

One Sunday morning Emma woke up early and rushed to the toilet to vomit loudly. It had happened every day for a week and she had noticed Logan's dark eyes studying her intensely every time.

Logan rose from their bed, his warm hands holding her hair away before the mutant stroked her back soothingly until the illness passed. Emma sat naked on the floor and so exhausted that she hardly noticed that her husband stepped away from her for a moment.

Logan brought Emma a toothbrush as he always did when she got ill and helped her brush her teeth while she dried the tears from her cheeks. Her husband sat behind her and pulled her up on his lap as she caught her breath.

As Emma slumped into his arms, she felt her husband shaking with laughter.

"What is it?" the witch asked blearily, her hand reaching up to stroke Logan's beard with affection.

"Don't you think you have something to tell me witch?" the mutant asked grinning down at her, joy shining in his eyes as he pulled her tighter into his embrace.

Emma looked at him surprised, there had been a nagging feeling at the back of her mind and she confessed, "yes I might have something to tell you."

"Spit it out darlin'. I wanna hear you say it," the mutant grumbled before his gaze locked on hers, curiosity embedded in his face as he stared enthusiastically at his wife.

"Logan, I think you are about to be a father," Emma murmured, and Logan's eyes lit up with happiness before he kissed her fiercely.

When the kiss broke, Logan finally exclaimed what he had wanted to say for so long. He laughed happily and confessed, "I know."

"Is this the reason why my scent changed?" the witch asked curiously and thinking back on the countless times that her husband had sniffed her skin and purred in content at what he had scented.

"Yeah," Logan said, and Emma gasped in shock when she realised that her husband had known for weeks that she was pregnant and hadn't told her anything.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked shocked. Logan wasn't used to keeping things to himself, not around her and the witch wondered why he had decided to keep quiet about his feral senses noticing the pregnancy long before her.

"I was waiting for you to figure it out by yourself," Logan confessed and grinned proudly down at his wife, who had at long last figured out what had kept him sleepless for many nights while he had stared at his wife in wonder.

"We will have to talk to Hank," Emma said, her mind reeling with what had to be done before the baby would arrive into the world. There were so many things she didn't know about pregnancy and Hank would have to inform her before they would move to Canada.

"We will when we go to the mansion tomorrow morning. Don't worry darlin'," Logan said reassuringly. As far as he could tell, nothing was wrong. Emma's scent had changed yes, but it was a healthy scent of his mate being pregnant with their first child. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary and for that the mutant was extremely happy.

"Can you scent what gender the baby is?" Emma asked curiously, her dark eyes wide with wonder at the idea of becoming a mother. The two had wanted to become parents, but the witch had never expected it to happen so early into their marriage.

Logan shook his head in denial, he had tried on many occasions to figure it out, but at no avail, "no, it's still too early I think."

"Are you happy?" Emma asked quietly, simply needing the reassurance that a family was what the feral mutant wanted. She shouldn't have worried, not even for a moment as Logan grinned widely down at her before murmuring in her ear, "over the moon, you?"

"I'm in shock, but I am ecstatic," Emma said, her dark eyes twinkling before Logan kissed her with passion and cradled her to his chest in a protective cocoon. The feral side of him wanted to shelter her from anything and everything that could hurt Emma or the baby. That they would live safely away from the dangers of the world.

"I look very much forward to the pregnancy," Logan murmured in her ear and Emma groaned in apprehension. If the nausea was any indicator, she was in for a difficult pregnancy.

"Why's that?" Emma asked curiously to her husband who had shown surprising nursing skills through her difficult week of morning sickness.

"You want me even more now that you're pregnant, I will have to take a break from my duties to satisfy your unquenchable thirst," Logan said teasingly and laughed playfully when Emma blushed crimson when she realised, she had been voracious for weeks on end.

"Are you sure you can keep up old man?" the witch asked teasingly, and Logan scoffed at her question as if it was the most ridiculous question in the world to ask someone who had regenerative powers.

"Just feel the old man," the mutant said haughtily, and Emma grinned widely before her hand moved down between his legs and she felt his hard member.

"I think I like it even rougher now that I'm pregnant," Emma murmured as she continued to stroke her husband slowly, making him shift to give her better access to his naked body.

"Up against the wall has been your favourite in the last weeks," Logan commented, and Emma laughed in agreement and stroked him harder, Logan groaned with lust before bending down and taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard. The witch moaned in his arms and panted as his hand moved between her legs stroking her closer and closer to a release.

"Please Logan, I need you," Emma murmured when she felt her insides tighten signalling that she was not far from coming. Her arousal hit her husband like a ton of bricks and he growled deep in his chest before his teeth scraped over the mating scar on Emma, the touch made her gasp with the sensations that awoke in her body at his intimate touch.

"Patience," Logan murmured before kissing her with passion and he pushed her further until a strong wave of orgasm flooded over her. Logan's fingers continued to push into her, his mouth sucking on her earlobe until she was panting again as another hit of an orgasm rode through her leaving her twitching in his arms.

"You always were reactive, but when you are pregnant you are beautiful," Logan murmured darkly into her ear, his fingers playing with her sensitive numb, making her twitch now and then as she came down from her orgasm.

Her dark eyes looked into his, her eyes teary as she begged him, "please Logan I need to feel you."

Logan finally relented nodding before standing up and pulling her up with him. He bent his head down and kissed her with all the passion that was in him, his fingers still playing with her nub until the witch felt her knees start to give way.

Her husband pushed her forcefully to the wall, his hands grabbing her breasts as his hardness pressed onto her stomach. Finally, the witch circled her arms around his neck and hoisted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her wet core over his hardness, making him groan at the feel of his mate wanting him so.

In one rough thrust, Logan was inside of her, his tongue battling with hers and silencing her cries of ecstasy as he rode her closer and closer to an intense orgasm. When she felt he was not far she lost control as Logan pounded roughly into her. Emma's orgasm was long and intense, prolonged by the deep growl from her husband when he came with a snarl.

Logan put her down slowly and kissed her over and over again trying to show her just how precious the witch was to him. Emma was like a drug for him, the blend of lust and love that circled endlessly between them drove the mutant mad with need. The mutant would happily stay by her side until the end as he knew that his wife felt the same for him.

"You know I will take you again witch," Logan's voice growled in her ear making her shudder in anticipation.

"I want you to," Emma whispered before showering kisses on his lips and face. Logan grabbed her tightly into his arms and carried her to the small cot.

"I will, but not quite yet," Logan murmured, and Emma looked at him greedily as to see if his body was ready to take her again. The mutant regenerative powers made it so easy for Logan to be ready over and over again. The mutant laid between Emma's legs and gave her a steaming kiss before he moved down her body. When his beard started to rub over her mound Emma groaned as lust coursed through her body yet again. When his warm tongue started moving with passion in circles over her nub, Emma lost control as she came for her husband who grinned victoriously every time his beautiful wife came hard for him. The Wolverine had found a mate that matched him in every way, including the bedroom.