Part One


He was sitting next to his window smoking a cigar. He had woken up from one of his nightmares about his time in the lab. There was no way he was going to be able to get back to sleep anytime soon. Knowing Ro would have a fit if she knew he was smoking in the house, he cracked his window before sitting back in his recliner with his feet kicked up on the window sill and taking his first deep drag off his cigar.


A movement near the woods that surrounded the school’s expansive ground quickly grabbed Logan’s attention. Narrowing his eyes in the direction he saw the movement, he waited to see if he would see it again, or what could have caused it. Not wanting to raise any alarms if it was only an animal out scouting around.


A few moments later Logan’s sighed bemused as he spotted what had caused the movement. It seemed that one of Chuck’s kids had gotten it in her head to go streaking through the woods again. Logan didn’t understand what was with kids. What gave them their kicks. There was a pond not far from the school, that the teachers took the kids to during the summer months on Chuck’s property. Thinking that the girl must have gone skinny dipping, or something. ‘The kid probably forgot where she put her clothes.’ Logan chuckled amused at the fact the kid was going to have to make it back inside naked. ‘Teach her to keep her clothes on.” Logan shook his head. He hadn’t gotten a good look at the girl, she had only been a shadow among the trees really, but he had been able to clearly see she was naked. Figuring by her full bust, slim figure and long legs, she had to be one of the older students.


Normally he didn’t care what the kids around here did on their free time, as long as they did as they were told in his defense and DR classes. This time however, he decided he might need to let Chuck know of the girl’s late night activities. This wasn’t the first time that he had seen the girl out there, although the two other times he saw her she was dressed at least. He never got a good enough view of her to recognize who it was, she always stayed in the shadows of the forest. Thinking the kid could drown or worse if the government or Brotherhood ever decided for another sneak attack, she would be in serious trouble.


Finishing his cigar, he made his mind up to talk to Chuck tomorrow. He looked for the girl again and spotted her silhouette walking leisurely through the trees, seemly uncaring about her nudity or in any hurry to get back to the school. Pushing the girl from his mind, he climbed back in bed and tried to get at least a couple more hours of sleep.


“Come in Logan.” Charles called out sensing Logan’s presences just outside his door.


“Why can’t you just let me knock, instead of having to do the head thing, huh?” Logan grumbled annoyed.


“I do apologize, Logan, I will try and remember to let you knock next time.” Charles replied with a small smile at the gruff looking man, who had been his friend for many years. Logan came and went at the school between his search for his past, and trips up north. Although Logan helped around the school and helped teach a few self-defense classes, Charles knew that Logan couldn’t tolerate extended periods at the school. All the noise, smells, and crowds got on his nerves, and he needed to get away for some solitude and nature.

“I’d appreciate it.” Logan said seriously, but knew Chuck enough that he did it sometimes just to annoy him. As smooth and cultured as Chuck was, he had a wicked sense of humor when he chose to use it. Logan didn’t like telepathy’s or them in his head, but he had known Chuck for years, and knew the man was a good guy, so most of the time Logan tried not to let it bother him to much when Chuck did the head thing. He had earned Logan’s trust years ago, while helping him find his past, and giving him a place to call home between trips. In return Logan helped out around the school, and helped with X-men missions.


Coming in and closing the door, Logan came to the point of his visit. “I thought you should know, early this morning around three o’clock I spotted one of the kids out in the woods.”


“Did you recognize the student?” Charles asked curious, and a bit concerned.


“Nah, but it was one of the older students. One of the girls. She apparently felt like getting more in tune with nature last night.”


“Oh? How so?” Charles asked curious to what Logan meant.


“She was naked.” Logan stated factually, unembarrassed. Nakedness wasn’t anything to be ashamed of or embarrass about to him.


“Oh. Yes well that is interesting.” Charles stated trying to think of whom would have been out and willing to go about undressed so casually. He couldn’t think of any of the older student that would be so daring, but perhaps he was mistaken.


“Yeah, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen her out, but normally she’s dressed. I wasn’t going to say anything, but I got to thinking about the pond on the other side of the woods, and I didn’t want the kid out there alone, and drowning or something. Plus you never know when Bucket Head or the government will get it in their heads to pay us another uninvited visited.”


“You are correct. Thank you for bring this to my attention, Logan. I will investigate this matter further.”


“No problem, I’ll see ya, Chuck. Got some kids to terrorize.” Logan grinned evilly.


“Please try and not scar them permanently, Logan. They do not need to have nightmares of the Wolverine after them.” Charles warned.


“Scooter still having nightmares about me, is he?” Logan smirked amused.


“Behave Logan. Now I do believe you have a class waiting for you in the Danger room. You should not keep them waiting.” Charles admonished but there was a twinkle in his eyes, that Logan knew he found it at least a little amusing too.


A week went by without Logan seeing the mystery girl streaking around the woods again. He figured Chuck must of have handled the situation. He found himself on the look out for the girl most nights this past week. His nightmares seemed to be plaguing him lately. So Logan was a little surprised to see the girl darting through the trees, and once again without a stitch on.


Curious to why the girl was running he searched the area carefully. However he didn’t see or hear anything out of the ordinary, except for the girl herself.
“Crazy kid.” Logan though shaking his head. Once he finished his cigar, he climbed back in bed and tried to relax and let sleep take him.


Two nights later, and no sign of the girl again, Logan decided to go for his own late night stroll. His cigars just wasn’t seeming to help ease the nightmares. Logan hoped some fresh air and open space would do the trick.


He was laying on the grass next to the pond staring up at the stars that twinkled brightly in the clear night. A hour later a noise and a scent caught his attention. Jerking up in a sitting position, he took a moment to zero in on the exact spot the noise and smell was coming from. Getting the feeling he was being watched, he growled annoyed. ‘So much for peace,’ he thought. Inhaling deeply, he frowned a little confused. Smelling a feminine scent, he was positive it was the girl he’d been seeing lately. However what confused him, was the scent wasn’t of some adolescent girl. The scent was richer, for mature. She smelled of honeysuckle and wilderness. Whoever this girl was she wasn’t as young as he first thought. Still it was dangerous for the woman to be out here this late at night alone.


“You going to come out or just hide there in the shadows?” Logan growled out as he watched the forest for her.


There was no movement or sound for a few still moments, then Logan heard the sound of the person moving away. He saw glimpses of her body, but she was still mostly hidden by the shadows, and her back was to him, so he still didn’t see her face. Only seeing her long dark hair laying against her pale back. After a few minutes there was no sign of her again. After she had left, Logan laid back down, and breathed in her scent deeply, so he could memorize it and track her down. The next thing he knew he was snoring, and sleeping peacefully.


The next day Logan searched for the scent in the dorms, thinking it could have been one of the few college kids that stayed on at the school. A big mistake. All the perfumes and lotions, and smelly products women seemed to see a need for assaulted his sensitive sense of smell, and he had a hard time tracing the light honeysuckle and wilderness scent. All get got for the effort was a major headache, and raw sinuses before his healing factor took care the pain. During his classes he kept a watch out for the scent, but none of the girls in his classes smelled of the mystery woman.


Having the best sleep, he had in days outside, Logan decided to head back out to the pond again. This time instead of his usual jeans, he wore a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. Again as he was laying under the stars, he caught the honeysuckle and wilderness scent near by.

“You can come out, I promise I won’t bite. I’ve already seen you streaking around out here, so there isn’t no reason for you to hide now.” Logan called out still laying back, keeping his tone causal and as if being naked was nothing to be embarrassed about.


This time he heard a soft laughter that he wouldn’t have heard if it wasn’t for his sensitive hearing. Then she was gone again. A few minutes later as the scent drifted over Logan, he was breathing in deeply imprinting her scent, and drifting to sleep peacefully.


The third night, Logan was more curious about the woman. There was something very appealing about her scent. He still hadn’t been able to track her down. He had caught her scent in the rec. room earlier that day, but it was full of kids along with Scooter and Jeannie. He didn’t really want to walk around the room sniffing, so he decided to wait for that night to meet her. Again he was by the pond. This time he was sitting, instead of laying. He was dressed as he was the night before in a pair of the school issue sweats. The moon was overcastted by clouds, so there wasn’t as much light out.


When he smelt the honeysuckle and wilderness scent come near, he came to his feet slowly so as not to startle her.
“The way I figure it we should at least introduce ourselves. Since you won’t come out, I figured I’d come to you.” Logan stated as he made to move toward the spot he knew she was standing watching him. As soon as he stepped toward her, she darted in the other direction. He heard her running further into the woods, away from him.


Logan suppressed the want to chase her. There was a hint of nervousness to her scent that he hadn’t smelt before. He figured she was nervous about him seeing her naked, not that he knew whether she was naked or not. At least not at first. Not hearing any rustling of clothing as she darted off, he assumed she had been bare.


“Shouldn’t go around naked if you don’t want to be seen, Kid.” Logan called out amusement in his voice. Although there was nervousness in her scent, there was also adrenaline. Almost like an excitement. Something that pulled at the animal side of him. The Wolverine was crawling his way to the surface. Had been since the first night he had smelt her scent. There was something about her scent that the Wolverine in Logan recognized, and craved.


The fourth night, Logan was more curious than ever. He was determined to discover the identity of his nighttime visitor. He wanted to also figure out what the Wolverine found so enticing about her and her scent. Tonight, little did she know, she was going to be the Wolverine’s prey.


However, to Logan and even more so the Wolverine’s disappointment, their mystery woman never made an appearance. After waiting two hours for her, Logan gave up, figuring she wasn’t chancing another close call. Laying down by the pond, he closed his eyes focusing on relaxing. Taking deep breaths, waiting for the peaceful sleep to take him over as the pervious nights. He was sorely annoyed when sleep avoided him.


The rest of Logan’s day was spent growling at anyone who annoyed him, which was mostly everyone. By the end of the day, his three self-defense classes were complaining to each other about their sorer than usual bodies, and how pissed off the Wolverine seemed to be, at least more than usual.


Logan laid in his bed that night trying to sleep, seeing how the fresh air, and space hadn’t help last night. After tossing and turning for an hour, he finally gave up. Tossing the covers back he climbed to his feet. Slipping on a pair of sweat that had been discard on the floor. He went over to the desk to grab a cigar, but stopped when the wind shifted directions and blew a now familiar scent of honeysuckle and wilderness thru his open window. A feral grin came to his face as he inhaled deeply.
“Mine.” Wolverine growled and headed for the door, forgetting about a cigar.


Wolverine sniffed the air again to pick up the girl’s now familiar scent. Catching the scent, he stepped silently into the woods on the hunt. Testing the air every so often, Wolverine made his way carefully around trees, making sure to be not to step on any thing to give away his movements. The sky was clear tonight. There was a half moon out, casting shadows everywhere. As he made his way deeper into the woods, the honeysuckle and wilderness scent grew stronger, causing his feral grin to widen. It was even more stronger as he neared the pond. He came to the edge of the woods, and searched the area for the source of the scent, his prey. As he had first thought to why she was out here naked, he spotted a figure in the water swimming around, then diving below the surface, only to resurface a couple minutes later. Instead of hiding in the shadows as was her game, he stepped out into the opened, and leaned against a tree to watch her, crossing his arms across his bare chest.


Logan watched her lithe body move graceful through the water as she swam and dove only to resurface again. She continued to play for a few minutes, seemingly to being enjoying the simply pleasure of feeling the water against her body. Hearing her laughter as she threw her hands up above her head, splashing water everywhere, to tilt her head back as the water droplets rained down on her face, with her arms stretch wide. A joyful smile on her face. Logan couldn’t help it, he had to laugh at her free spirit and joyful playfulness. Part of him envied her free spirit and simply pleasure.


He watched as she swam to the opposite side of the pond, and climbed from the water. Logan purred as he watched her lithe body walk out the water. Her skin literally glowed like alabaster as the moon shown upon her nude body. The front of her hair even glowed in the moon light. Logan knew for sure now that there was no way that she was a student, not even one of the older ones. There wasn’t a student at Chuck’s school for the gifted that could hold a candle to his mystery woman’s perfect body. Not even Jeannie and Ro, as beautiful as the X-Women were, they couldn’t compare to this beauty. Logan stepped away from tree he was leaning against, wondering if he’d make it to the other side of the pond before she could dart away.


Logan stopped from moving when she gave a little shimmy to remove the water as she stood on the bank of the water. His mystery woman then turned her head to look over her shoulder in his direction. He cocked an amused brow when she looked straight at him, smiled playfully and gave him a little wave, before disappearing into the woods.


The little vixen knew he was there the whole time. The playful smirk, he could make out on her face, let him know she was teasing him. Logan’s smirk turned in to a full grin, as he sat down on the grass and laid back. Putting his arms under his head, Logan decides he could relax, his mystery girl, ‘no woman’, Logan corrected, wasn’t scared of him or embarrassed of her nudity. She would be back, and he had plenty time to capture his prey. She was his, of that he was sure.


Closing his eyes, Logan inhaled deeply the welcoming scent of his mystery woman. The smile still lingering on his lips, as he fell in a deep peaceful sleep.


All through the next day, all Logan could think about was his night time prey. His need to be with her growing stronger. He growled annoyed when Chuck called him away from the school for a mission with the others.


Later that night, Logan was in the kitchen getting himself a beer. He, Ro and Scooter had gotten back a couple of hours ago from the pick up that left him itching to let out some pent up energy. His five rounds in the Danger room had helped ease the tension in his body, but he was still humming restless. Hoping a beer or two or three would help, he had headed for the kitchen. He was gazing out the kitchen window, eager to spot his prey, when his nose picked up a familiar scent of roses and medicine heading his way.


“Hello Logan.” Jean greeted the rough and tough man, who didn’t let others get to close. He helped around the school and on missions, but he was guarded even with them. He went out of his way to protect them and all the children at the school, but he had a hard time in accepting them as friends. The Professor was the only one he was closest too. Logan flirted with her relentless at first, and she had enjoyed the flirting. He was a very attractive man, and he could heat any woman’s blood. She had even had a few fantasies about him, herself. However Scott was her true love, and no matter how attractive and sexy Logan was, he couldn’t replace Scott in her life. She gently explaining to Logan that she found him attractive, but she loved Scott and was very happy with him.


After that Logan still flirted with her, but she knew that he mainly only did it now to annoy Scott. Logan respected her decision. She hoped that one day Logan would relax around them and let them in. Let them be his friends.


“Hey Jeannie. What are you doing up so late?” Logan asked glancing at her while taking a drink from his beer, then putting his attention back out the window. His eyes scanning the woods, for his prey.


“Just finishing up some last minute details downstairs.” Jean said as she headed over toward the cabinet and started searching for her relaxing tea blend. It always helped her to relax after a long day. “A hot cup a tea sounds really good right about now. Care for some?” Jean asked with a smile as she held up the herbal chamomile tea blend box.


“No thanks, I’m good.” Logan lifted his beer toward her, then turned back towards the window.


Sensing the tension in Logan, and noticing how he kept his eyes on the woods outside the kitchen; Jean frowned concerned.


“Is something wrong, Logan?” She asked her tone cautious, as well as concerned. She became even more concerned when she notice how his attention sharpened suddenly, like he had seen something. Jean stepped over to the window to see if she could spot what had his attention in rapture.


Frowning surprised when she saw a person’s shadow move in the tree line.


“Someone’s out there, we need to alert the others.” Jean said forgetting all about her tea or relaxing.


“No, don’t.” Logan ordered putting his hand on her shoulder to stop her.


“But it,” Jean started to refute, but Logan interrupted her.


“It’s not an intruder. She’s out there most nights.” Logan said searching the trees for her. Wondering if she was going to go swimming again tonight.


“She? Do you know who’s out there?” Jean asked stunned. “Who is it? Is it one of the children? It’s way past curfew. What are they doing out there?” Jean asked full of consternation.


“Don’t know who she is. At least not yet. She’s to old to be one of the student. She was swimming last night in the pond on the other side of the woods.”


“Swimming at this time of the night. That dangerous, especially all alone. She could get hurt and drown.” Jean frowned upset. Using her telepathy she searched to discover who was out there.


Logan looked over a Jean to see she had her eyes closed. Knowing by the look of concentration on her face that she was using her telepathy to find out who the girl was. Logan watched between Jeannie and the window, for a glimpse of the woman. Logan noticed Jean’s frowning face as she had to concentrate harder, which was unusual for her. She was a strong telepath and it usually didn’t take her much effort to get into someone’s mind. A few moment’s later an amused smile graced Jean’s lips. Her eyes opened to look out the window again, this time with amusement in them instead of a frown.


“Well?” Logan asked curious. Part of him wanted to know the woman’s identity. The other part of him, wanted to find out for himself.


“Oh, you were right. It’s not one of the children. Well my tea should be ready. Good night Logan.” Jean said hurrying over to the microwave and grabbing her cup so she could make a quick get away. She had no plans of telling Logan who was out there. She had given her word to keep that little piece of information to herself.


“What? Suddenly you’re not worried about someone drowning anymore, just because it’s not one of the kids?” Logan asked her suspicious at her sudden amusement, and hurrying to get away.


“Of course, but she’s an adult. She’s quite capable of making her own choices. Night.” Jean answered him with a twinkle in her eye and a small smirk on her face as she hurried out of the kitchen.


Logan knew Jean must of picked up something either from him, or his mystery woman about his curiosity about her. Not really caring, but glad Jeannie hadn’t given her identity away. The Wolverine wanted to find out for himself. Feeling the Wolverine want out for the hunt. Wanting to claim what was his. Logan downed the rest of his beer, then stepped out onto the back patio. Quickly discarding his shirt and boots and socks, leaving him dressed only in his jeans and belt, he started for the woods, planning on catching his prey tonight.


“You coming to bed sweetie?” Scott asked Jean as she stood by the window that faced the same woods the kitchen face. Jean gave a small smile as she watched a shirtless and barefooted Logan slip into the woods, his mind and instincts preparing for the hunt he was going to enjoy.


“Jean, honey?” Scott called again wondering what Jean was looking at.


“Right now, Love.” Jean turned to smile lovingly at the man of her dreams. Discarding her robe she climbed into bed and into the arms of her lover. She sent out a short prayer that the two loners outside found a happiness together that matched hers, as she returned Scott’s passionate kiss.

Part Two


Logan knew Jean must of picked up something either from him, or his mystery girl about his curiosity about her. Not really caring, but he was glad Jeannie hadn’t given her identity away. The Wolverine wanted to find out for himself. Feeling the Wolverine want out for the hunt. Wanting to claim what was his. Logan downed the rest of his beer, then stepped out onto the back patio. Quickly discarding his shirt, boots and socks, leaving him dressed only in his jeans and belt, he started for the woods, planning on catching his prey tonight.


Sniffing the air, Wolverine growled appreciative at the scent that both stirred his instincts, and soothed him at the same time. Logan had come to realize after some thought, that it had only been on the nights that he had smelt his mystery woman, that he actually slept peacefully. On the nights where there were no signs of her, he toss and turned the night away, or visions of past terrors had teased and torment his mind filling his night with nightmares.


Slipping into the edge of the darkened forest, Wolverine stopped to sweep his gaze around the area in search of his prey. He could tell by the weak scent that she was deeper in. Moving silently, and staying in the shadows, he made his way stealthily toward the lake, figuring that was his prey’s destination. She seemed to really enjoy the water the last time.


As he neared the lake, his prey’s scent grew stronger, perfuming the air all around him. Stopping near the edge to the woods that lined the water, Wolverine let his gaze take in the water’s surface, expecting her to be swimming. Not seeing anyone in the water, his searching gaze took in the entire area around the lake, and the tree line on the opposite side. Still not finding her, he tilted his head back and inhaled deeply, trying to get a stronger scent that would guide him. However, her scent was everywhere around him. As if she had not long ran around the entire area. Feeling the restlessness tighten inside him, Wolverine twisted his neck to relieve some of the tension. Deciding to backtrack, he turned around to head back toward the mansion, when a faint giggle to his left reached his ear, causing him to jerk to a stop. Whipping his head to the left, he surveyed the trees, but saw no one. Suddenly another giggle floated through the air, this time from his right. Suppressing a growl, he studied the area to his right more closely. He still didn’t seeing anyone, but he felt a set of eyes on him, which made the animal rise up to overtake even more of him. He couldn’t help the feral grin that over took his features. He had needed to relieve the tension that the mission had left running through him, that the Danger room hadn’t been able to expel, and it pleased him to know that his mystery woman was making this little hunt a challenge. He had expected to simply find her by the water again, but no. She seemed determined to make him chase her. Which was fine by him. He never back down from a challenge worth completing.


A growl of satisfaction escaped the Wolverine’s throat as he finally picked up a stronger, more potent honeysuckle and wilderness scent. However, it was lessening quickly, meaning she was running. Sure enough, he heard sounds of twigs and leaves crunching under a light tread. With a deep chuckle, and a ‘got you now, girly’ Wolverine took up the chase after her.


Up ahead, a glimpse of something dark laying against some type of translucent pale green fabric, caught the Wolverine’s sharp hunter gaze. Realizing it was his prey, dressed in a thin gauzy green dress, he increased his speed intending to overtake her.


He saw her glance over her shoulder, in his direction before picking up her speed as well, realizing he was closing in on her tail. When she realized he was right behind her, she started running in a zigzag pattern between the trees. Her scent spiking with adrenaline, excitement and to both Logan’s and Wolverine’s surprise and delight, arousal. The sound of her excited laughter floated behind her, letting the Wolverine know that his prey was enjoying herself as much as he was.


She was darting in and out of the trees. Making him work for his victory. He had to give it to her, she knew how to run and avoid being captured easily, but he was the Wolverine, no one evaded him for long.


Catching sight of her pale gauzy dress disappear behind a great live oak that he knew all to well, because it sat on the edge of the clearing he used as his own private get away spot from the crowd of the mansion, he let loose a growl of victory. Wolverine didn’t follower her, instead he ran straight, knowing now where he’d catch her.


Sure enough he saw her darting into his clearing, and stop. She was panting from the run, as she kept alert and her eyes on the darkened woods around her.


Wolverine edged his way around the small clearing, until he silently came up behind her, but remained hidden in the woods. She must of heard him somehow, because she gasped and jerked around, her wide eyes drinking in the woods. Still not moving out of the darkness, Wolverine took his time in appreciating the beauty of his prey. Her thin dress doing little to hide the curves of her heaving breast that strained against the material with every pant she took. The open sky allowed the moon’s light to cascade down into the middle of the clearing, surrounding her in a ethereal glow that made the paleness of her skin glow, as well as the strange, yet erotic two streaks of white in her dark hair. Letting his eyes rake over her body, taking in her perfectly curved firm backside, then down her long sleek legs, that Wolverine wanted wrapped around him right now. Scenting the air once again, Wolverine knew his prey wanted the same thing, which increased his eagerness to capture his beautiful mystery woman. However he still didn’t move, something telling him she wasn’t about to surrender so easily.


Wolverine watched as his prey’s eyes jerk back and forth searching the darkness in front of her, all the while she slowly maneuvered herself backwards. Wolverine would have thought the young woman was terrified, if it wasn’t for her scent of excited arousal. That and the thrill of anticipation in her eyes, along with the wickedly playful slow smile that came to her lips just as she jerked around and darted off again into the dark forest.


Surprised by her sudden speed, Wolverine let out a loud growl, and took chase once again. She was quick, and smart, but Wolverine was a natural born hunter. Using all his senses, he realized that she was headed back toward the lake. Not about to let her escape his grasp, he quickened his pace. She had busted through the forest with him right behind her. Having no intentions of tackling her to the ground afraid he might hurt her, he grasped her by the waist, hauling her off her feet, and sling her over his shoulder. A victorious feral grin on his face, that only grew at the wiggling body of his prey.


“Put me down, and I might play nice.” A breathy deep southern draw coaxed seductively.


“Who ever said I wanted to play nice?” Wolverine growled roughly as he tossed her to the ground, but not so rough that he would hurt her. Pinning her arms above her head, and a knee between her thighs, he leered down at her, taking in the appreciative gleam in her eyes, and the way a wick smile came to her lips. He growled low as her tongue slowly licked her dry lips. Her panting was doing very nice things for her full breast that the small dress struggled to contain. The dress was tight and shear enough that he could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. It was also short enough that he could feel her intimate heat pressed against his thigh. He pressed his tight against her center, causing a low breathy moan to escape her throat as she arched up against him. Her eyes sliding closed for a moment before she opened them to meet his nearly black eyes filled with animal desire and lust. A pleased seductive smile came to her lush glistening mouth as she leaned up and licked a trail from his throat to his jaw, nipping at a spot near his ear causing him to groan and shutter above her.


“Good, because I’ve been nice for far to long.” Wolverine’s mystery woman whispered wrapping her legs around his hips, and surprisingly rolling them, so she was the one now on top. She was grinning at his shocked expression before making him forget about his surprise as she attacked his chest with her mouth, while rotating her hip down on his arousal.


Wolverine groaned as he grabbed the back of his feisty prey’s head as she worried his nipple with her teeth and tongue, securing her to him as if he was afraid that she was abandon her task. Not that she seemed to mind. She soon made her way over to lavish the same attention to his other nipple. While her mouth was busy working him over, her hands were busy as well working on removing his belt and opening his jeans. Once she had the belt unhooked she yanked it free from his jeans, then carefully opened his fly with a wickedly pleased grin at the bounty that was set free, before starting a slow track southward with her talented tongue. She paused to dip her tongue into his bellybutton, causing him to thrust his hips upward and make a sound mixed between a growl and a groan.


“Like that, did you Sugar?” A warm pleased voice purred, as she continued to tease his flesh.


“Yesss.” Wolverine hissed nearly lost in the pleasure this talented small woman was giving him, and she hadn’t even touched his tight swollen aroused flesh yet.


“Then Sugar, you’re going to really love what comes next.” She grinned at him as his lifted his head barely off the ground and forced his heavy lids to open to watch her lick her lips, then lean down and slowly, so damn excruciatingly slowly take him in her hot mouth. As her tongue swirled his heated swollen flesh, he reconsidered calling her talented, she was damn masterful, a genius. Arching his back and head he howled out at the pleasure pain she was torturing him with. Panting as the oxygen left his lung, he struggled to draw in a breath surprised at how quickly he felt his body ready to exploded. He tried to hold off his orgasm, wanting her sweet torture to last longer, but her small hand grasped him by the base of his shaft while the other one fondle his balls teasingly. He couldn’t stop the thrusting of his hips as he sought for blessed relief, while wishing it could last forever. His hands where twisted roughly in his lovers long dark hair as she took him higher. He knew he was probably hurting her, but he couldn’t find the control to make himself release her. It was only the telltale pressure of his claws getting ready to fire that he jerked his hands away, right as roar tore from his throat so strong that his back arched painfully, throwing his head back with the release of his claws and the overpowering explosion of his orgasm. An orgasm so powerful that for the first time in his remembered existence had caused the world around him to turn black.


Logan opened his eyes only to snap them shut quickly with a pained growl as the sun glared into his face. Covering his face with his hands, he frowned confused to what he was doing outside. He tried to think back to the previous night, only to shoot up into a seated position a second later searching beside him for his passionate lover. He sighed surprisingly disappointed at finding himself alone. Running his hands through his messy hair, and down his rugged face, he questioned if last night had only been a dream. Looking down at himself, he found his jeans done up, but his belt missing. Logan lifted his head to take a deeper sniff of the area, and caught the lingering scent of his and his lover’s arousal, along with the musky scent of his release. Logan frowned confused when he didn’t smell the evidence of his mystery woman’s climax. Trying to recall what he remember before passing out, Logan couldn’t help the embarrassment and amazement at realizing he must of passed out, after she had sent him over the edge with the best orgasm of his life, only to leave her unsatisfied. Something that had never happened before that he could recall in all his years with women. Hell, he hadn’t even kissed her. After getting over his embarrassment and shame of his behavior, he couldn’t stop his chuckle. “Damn she’s good.” He made a vow to himself that the next time they met, she would be the one passing out, only of course after he had his fill of her sweet body. Making sure that he had her begging and screaming out his name.


Pulling himself up to his feet, Logan stretched his tried but relaxed muscles before collecting his belt and putting it back on. Hoping no one was up yet, seeing how it was still early on Sunday morning, he hurried back to the mansion. On the way back, Logan couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened the night before. He realized that he still didn’t know who his passionate mystery lover was. Plus he couldn’t help but think about how she had lured him in to a wild chase, and then took him better than he could have even dreamed possible. At that revelation, he couldn’t quite decided just who had been the predator, and who had been the prey.