Marie laid in bed the remainder of that night and early morning, thinking of him. By the time she had to get ready for the day, she'd only gotten two hours of sleep.
As she stood under the warm spray of the shower, her hand slowly slid down to her moistening snatch. Before she knew it, she was cumming and whimpering his name as she slumped against the cool tile of the shower.
She put herself together and got dressed before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. She didn't quite know how to feel when she found Logan there, quietly sipping on a cup of coffee he had, no doubt, laced with Irish cream.
He gave her a sleepy, lopsided smile, "Morning..."
"G'mornin'...did you get any sleep?"
Logan shook his head, "Nope...you?"
She raised a brow and motioned toward her worn, clearly sleep deprived face, "Not quite."
"You look gorgeous regardless...what do you have going on today?"
Marie blushed a little and shrugged as she turned away to fix herself a cup of coffee, "I have a couple of tutoring sessions, then I have to probably workout."
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to go workin' out after barely getting two hours of sleep."
She took a sip of the black coffee and nodded, "Tell me about it."
He stood and nudged her hip, "Come on, kid. Play hookie with me."
"Unless your idea of hookie includes a loooong nap, I ain't interested."
He took the coffee out of her hand and guided her back up to his room. When they arrived, she raised a brow, "Are you sure we should really curl up together and nap?"
Logan shrugged, "Somethin' about your smell is really comforting to me. It makes me relax...so my motives are completely selfish. I just want you here so I can sleep well."
He laid down and pulled her into bed with him as he wrapped an arm around her waist. As they settled down together, he whispered, "I won't hurt you, Marie...I'm not the same guy I was before. I know you know that..."
She felt his hand run down her thigh and smirked, "Go to sleep, Logan..."
A few days later, everyone was busy with getting the school ready for the annual Fall Festival. The kids would enjoy games, food, face painting and all the other traditional festival activities.
Storm, Hank, Scott, Jean, the professor and the older students were up to their eyeballs in making preparations, which is why Logan was surprised to see Jean saunter into the library the night before.
"Hi Logan...how are you?"
He glanced at her, "Good, I guess. What's up?"
"I actually need your help. I'm supposed to go pick up one of those inflatable jumperoo things for the festival, but I'm going to need help loading it all onto the truck. I can't use my powers to move the stuff in public."
He groaned and looked around, "Scott or Tin man can't help you?"
"They're busy."
Logan let out a breath and stood, "Fine."
Logan watched the scenery change drastically as they drove to their destination. The neighborhood looked downright sketchy by the time she pulled over. He wondered why the party rental place would stay open this late anyways...
She parked down the road and motioned toward a nearby building, "I think that's it over there...stay here. I'll let you know when you need to come in."
He nodded and watched as she walked toward the building and disappeared around the corner in search of an entrance. He soon got out of the car to light up a cigar, which he'd found in one of his bags in his room.
He suddenly heard Jean's scream from around the corner and took off running in the direction of her cries for help. When he approached her, she was being held from behind by a man with a rather large knife in front of five other guys who pulled out various weapons upon seeing Logan round the corner.
One pulled out a gun, "Wrong time to be a hero, asshole."
The man fired two shots at Logan, causing him to stumble back just slightly. Logan snarled and unsheathed his claws before straightening and charging forward.
That would be the last thing he'd remember from that night.
An hour later, a feral Logan was back in the holding cell at the mansion, pacing and growling just as he'd done several nights prior. Scott, Marie, Hank, Jean and the professor stood in the security room staring down at the monitor in silence.
Scott shook his head, "I don't understand...what were you doing in that place? You know there's a new drug related murder there every week...it's teeming with gang activity."
Jean sighed and shook her head, "I guess we got lost..."
The professor eyed her carefully, then let out a breath, "We're all going to have to take turns again..."
Jean spoke up, almost too quickly, "I'll stay...it's my fault anyways."
Marie glared at the back of Jean's head as Hank, the professor and Scott filed past her. Finally...she left Jean in the dim security room, alone, watching over her Logan with those devious eyes.
Jean smirked as Marie reluctantly left, then turned her eyes back to the screen. For an hour, she simply watched him.
Every now and then, he'd bang on the door or kick it, but other than that, he didn't seem too agitated. Finally, she decided to make her move...
Several nights ago, when Logan went feral at Coney Island, Jean had come down to the security room to start her shift. When she looked at the monitor, she saw Wolverine pumping into a bent over Marie, who was in the throes of ecstasy.
After getting over the initial shock of realizing that, somehow, Marie could now touch, she watched the whole thing and had gotten incredibly jealous...and turned on.
It was then that she decided to put her plan into motion...why should a little girl like Marie get to have all the fun?
She would make him turn feral, then have a little fun with him. He was nothing more than an instinctual animal when he was feral...he'd mate with any female, wouldn't he?
Her plan had worked, and now only a door separated her from her feral fantasy. She punched in the code and stepped in.
Again, Logan backed into the corner and began sniffing the air for a familiar scent.
He furrowed his eyebrows and questioned, "Mate?"
Jean nodded and moved forward a little, "Mate..."
The Wolverine narrowed his eyes and stepped forward as he smelled the air around her.
Jean smirked, "Mate..."
Just then, Marie arrived back down in the security room. No way was she about to leave that vindictive bitch alone with Logan.
She looked at the security monitor just in time to see the Wolverine growl at Jean and grab her neck before slamming her against the wall.
Jean yelped in response, "Stop!"
The Wolverine snarled, "NOT MATE!"
Uh oh...he was angry. Turns out the animal DID have a preference. No one imitates his mate.
Marie rushed to the cell and opened the door. Both Jean and Logan looked toward her.
Marie could tell Jean as relieved to see her, because Logan immediately tossed Jean from the room like a rag doll...probably a little bit rougher than expected. The telepath's head smacked against the metal wall and she fell unconscious in the hallway.
In order to prevent him from going after Jean any more, Marie closed the door to the cell, successfully locking herself in with the agitated Wolverine. He paced in front of her with flaring nostrils as he stared at her intently.
After a few tense moments, he stopped and let out a deep breath as he closed his eyes, "Mate...Marie mate..."
Marie nodded slowly, "I'm Marie."
He grunted, "Mate now."
She hesitated for a moment before pulling her panties from underneath her skirt and stepping out of them. Yeah...Jean could wake up at any moment and she might have a hell of a headache when she did...but how could she no to this insatiable, feral creature?
The Wolverine responded by taking off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants.
Marie slowly stepped forward and ran her hands over his clenching pectoral muscles. She looked up into his face and bit her lip as she dug her nails into his skin and scratched down his chest. Logan growled slightly and bared his teeth, but didn't appear angry at all...in fact, he looked even more turned on by the temporary sting of pain.
He suddenly dipped down and captured her lips in a fiery, hungry kiss that involved more licking and biting than actual kissing and sucking, but Marie didn't mind at all. The Wolverine licked a trail down her neck and bit into her soft flesh, eliciting a lust-filled cry from Marie as he ripped open her shirt and squeezed her breasts.
When he picked her up, she instinctually wrapped her legs around his waist as he laid her on the gurney. Marie licked her lips and reached down, pushing his pants off of his hips as he took a hold of his member and shoved himself inside of her.
She arched her back and cried out at the sudden invasion, but soon relaxed and began rolling her hips upwards to meet his thrusts.
"Oh god...Logan...Logan...fuck me..."
The Wolverine grunted and growled as he drove into her with deep, powerful strokes. Neither of them would last long at this pace, but he didn't seem to care when he sat up on his knees and gripped her waist as he continued fiercely fucking her.
When he felt her start to cum, he growled and gripped her hips, pumping into her harder and faster. Marie cried out and arched her back as he threw his head up and roared.
He panted for a few moments before he slowly leaned down to lick and nuzzle into her neck. She ran a hand through his hair and kissed his forehead before letting out a breath as if she were saying, "What the fuck am I doing?"
They lay quietly for a moment before he suddenly jumped to his feet and growled.
Marie clambered off of the gurney, "What's wrong?"
The door suddenly slid open to reveal Scott and Hank. Logan grabbed Marie and snatched her behind him before unsheathing his claws and baring his canines.
No one gets near his mate...especially right after a coupling.
Marie, who was readjusting her skirt and covering herself with the tattered remains of her top, yelled from behind the growling Wolverine, "You guys need to leave! He's still feral and he feels threatened!"
Hank and Scott took a tentative step back, "Marie...what the hell is going on? Was he attacking you!"
"No! Just leave before he guts you! It's alright! I'm fine! I'll explain later!"
The two "heroes" took another step out of the room and shut the door. Logan sheathed his claws and turned back to Marie, who he picked up and placed on the gurney. Again, he curled against her and nuzzled her hair.
Marie could only imagine the kind of hell that would break lose when the Wolverine finally became Logan again and they had to open that door.
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