#alpha logan

He was sliding into the pit of rut.

He regretted opening his eyes. Logan was short on normal days, but for the week of rut, he was an irate short-fuse.

He was aware of it, knew how the others reacted to him. Logan groaned, turning onto his side with a groan to himself.

Looking at his door, he noticed it was unlocked. Even though his bed drew him in, Logan knew he'd be better off just locking himself inside for the day.

Maybe he'd slip a note to someone passing by for them to bring him lunch. Logan pulled himself upright, swinging his legs over the edge, ready to commit himself to his room.

But his nose twitched at a intriguing scent moving outside of his door. He heard the soft creak of the floorboards, the tender cracks of feet as they shuffled.

He mapped the layout of the house, trying to recognize who it was outside his door. Logan was at the door as soon as he knew it was you.

He pried his door open a crack, peeking his nose out to sniff after you. Your scent to him was spiced, sweet tangerine with a bite of ginger.

It ate into his belly, only fueling the slippery descent into his rut.

You were actually trying to stay quiet on this early morning. You hadn't been able to stay asleep for long, replaying Professor Xavier's lecture overnight.

He'd called you into his office to talk about your powers. He mentioned that you were holding back too much, that doing so would only stunt your growth further.

It was still in your head as you shuffled past Logan's room, too enveloped in how you should've responded. If you were stuck on it too long, you'd split into two and become the literal angel and devil.

It was more of a parlor trick than a power. What use was it in tactical prowess and missions?

Logan only watched you shuffle by, his mouth parting in a soft pant. He caught himself, clamping his hand over his mouth as his eyes dragged down your body.

Logan chastised himself for the thought of your clothes being easily accessible. Your oversized heather gray X shirt showed a peek of shoulder. Your shorts, also branded with the X academy logo, were tempting at too short.

The white hem of them cut right at the cusp of your ass, leaving your legs to look so long. The legwarmer-slipper combo didn't really help either, Logan imagined that they'd be easier to grip over your head.

He bristled at the encroaching dark thoughts, retreating back into his room. You paused halfway down the hall, looking behind you as you heard the door creak.

Logan's door slowly shut as you stared at it, tilting your head before making your way to the kitchen. You hadn't had the pleasure to meet Logan in entirety. It was only rumors and stories you heard about him, seeing flashes of him in the hallway.

A part of you, always the diabillo, always felt him near. She bristled inside you, like you were a glass jar she'd turn in his direction and the heat would accumulate there. You ignored her, continuing your shuffling.

Logan barricaded against his door, clutching his chest to regain his conscience. His stomach growled, unsated, though not in the way of hunger.

He smacked his nose, hoping to rid your scent from his senses. Logan tried his best to avoid you, but his carnal curiosity got the better of him.

He knew that to sate that part of him, he'd have to leave the room. He knew he would, just to squash the feral slice of his mind needing to hunt you down.

Logan managed to make his own internal agreement with himself. He'd join at breakfast only, one bowl of cereal, across the table from you and hold minimal conversation or eye contact. The bare minimum was all he'd be able to manage before returning his room. Otherwise he wasn't sure how he'd behave.

Logan was the last in the kitchen, grabbing a bowl carefully and walking to the dining room. His eyes scanned cautiously around the table, noticing that the table was packed around. Except for the single seat next to you.

Of course, he thought, readying himself to retreat to his room in defeat.

"Logan, how nice of you to join us," Storm said with a nod of acknowledgement. "We saved you a seat."

You glanced up from your bowl of cereal to see Logan in the kitchen doorway, wearing a grey X branded jacket. His hair was noticeably bed-styled, his demeanor nothing of friendly.

Logan bit down a snarl, his hackles raising at the sudden audience turned to him. He nodded to Xavier and Kurt, then circled the table to sit by you.

He slid into the table, his hands grabbing under the seat to straighten up. Logan's knuckles brushed against your thigh, feeling your soft skin and sparing a peek to your shorts again.

He shut his eyes a moment to regain himself, your shorts ridden up while seated. Logan reached blindly for the box of cereal, guiding it to the lip of his bowl and pouring it in.

He'd failed at part of his agreement already, wanting to cut his losses and stow away in his room. The touch of your skin would do wonders to his imagination now: squeezing your thighs so tightly that he bruises your skin while forcing your knees to your chest.

His eyes shot open, setting the cereal box upright before reaching for the milk. You peeked from the corner of your eye at the stranger next to you, the infamous Logan you'd heard about.

His knuckles grazing you was the first touch you'd had in a while, it caught your breath.

"Xavier, do we have plans for the new recruits?" Storm, Ororo, asked to the head of the table.

Undoubtedly, she was talking about you. Her elbow nudged at yours, smiling at you when she did so.

"Have you seen the training room yet? It's so big," she whispered over to you.

"I was thinking," Xavier began, looking over to Logan who was hurriedly shoveling cereal into his mouth. "Maybe Logan could spar with our new recruit. Get to know each other."

Logan paused, spoon in his mouth as he grunted in Xavier's direction. Hunched over his bowl like the animal within him, Logan looked to the head of the table at Xavier.

The man remained unfazed, unamused, by Logan's actions at the dining table. Logan narrowed his eyes at the professor, wondering why he was volunteered for such a thing especially during his worst time.

Xavier raised his brows at Logan, his eyes barely shifting to you talking to Ororo. Logan cocked his jaw, wanting to evade any proximity to you if he could help it.

"Want do you think, my dear?" Xavier pitched to you, directing your attention back to Logan, then the professor.

"I-I don't think that'd be too bad," you spoke up, glancing to Logan next to you and at Xavier again. "If Logan doesn't mind."

Logan shut his eyes in the direction of Xavier, taking a deep breath in as he settled down from you saying his name. He'd failed two parts of his agreement now.

He struggled to not peel back his top lip, wanting to project distaste though his beast was awaiting the opportunity. He'd hunt you after all, descend on you like a depraved wolf and ingest you with a ferocity that would leave you begging.

Logan's eye twitched, shutting his eyes to reel back to reality. He straightened forward in his seat, dropping his hand to his side.

But his knuckles brushed back down your thigh, making all the way to your shorts. You flinched softly, retreating your leg from his touch though your heart skipped.

"Fine, but only for ten minutes." He grit out, fighting against the ebbing flare in his throat.

He shouldn't have agreed at all, even as he flashed a glare back at Xavier. The professor was practically setting you up as bait and Logan wasn't above taking it.

You smiled over at Logan, hoping that your sentiment would reflect on him. He seemed a foreboding presence, hunched forward shoulders as the hair on his neck bristled like an agitated animal.

His eyes flicked over to you for a second, shocking your smile away, before returning to hoard his cereal into his mouth.

Logan stood before the open doors of the sunroom. The floor was padded with mats, the wooden walls patched up in a similar fashion.

He didn't bother to break to his room, knowing that changing would only delay the inevitable. He'd still need a shower afterwards anyway.

Peering into the room, he watched you card your fingers together then bend forward to touch the floor. You'd opted out of your short shorts, much to Logan's relief and dismay, and into the uniform lyrca spandex given.

They were better and worse on him at the same time; Logan's heart was settled at the lack of skin, but the tightness of them left less to the imagination than before.

He grit his teeth, ready to peel his eyes from you in a moment's notice, but he stared at the apple of your ass guided to the sky. Logan's nose twitched, ready to take in the scent of your clothed pussy presented like this to him.

He swatted at his nose again, shut his eyes and tried to make another agreement to himself. He would not linger. Logan had to stay quick on his feet for the ten minutes because if he paused for a moment too long around you, he'd descend into his hunger.

You held your palms to the mat, doing your best to lengthen your back before sighing at the relief of doing so. Logan's cock twitched at the sound that escaped you, having to turn around in the doorway to regain himself.

Standing upright, you turned at the waist to loosen up then caught sight of the foreboding Logan in the doorway.

"Hey, you ready?" You asked in his direction, turning around fully to face him.

Logan stiffened, readily counting down the minutes left of his social contract. As soon as he returned to his room, he'd board it shut for the week and let his mind run rampant. Anything to soothe the heated knots in his core and the damper on his shoulders.

"Yeah," Logan barked, turning around again and entering the room.

You rolled your shoulders as Logan walked onto the mat, shrugging off his jacket to reveal his built torso.

You paused, taking in Logan's chest adorned with the manly growth of hair. He looked more animal the more you took him in, his hair no longer looking undone but sprouted in short peaks resembling wolf-like ears.

Logan's nose twitched, catching onto your scent anew before him. But this time, a touch dampened.

He raised his brows at you, raising his hands ready to react to your first move. "Let's not waste time."

You gulped, mirroring his hands out. When Xavier suggested sparring, you thought it was more to show off your power of splitting.

Instead you were before this foreboding man, the beast more so, his stature drawing an icy chill from you.

Logan stared at you, awaiting your next move. He expected you to playfully tap his wrist to dissuade the tension, but you were frozen in the spot.

Your feet spread to a fighter's stance, only following Logan's lead in the stringent dance.

Logan bit back a smirk, his neck stretching as the feral gnaw within him egged him to lurch. He took a quick step into your space, causing your heart to jerk in response.

His ears perked at the sound, catching onto the strained vein in your neck from surprise. Logan acted again, earning a short gasp from you.

You tried to stabilize yourself, feeling the double at your back rear up with ferocity. It was an immediate split, the negative feelings from you condensing into a separate entity.

Logan watched as you slowly divided from yourself, an almost exact clone of you stood behind you. All different from them was the reddened tint in their eyes.

"Cute trick," he huffed in the direction of double. "What can it do?"

You squared your shoulders, your actions concentrated to one and not the other. When you regained yourself, you rushed at Logan to occupy your hands.

Each slap at his hands, he caught back with his own reaction. Your forearms met together, causing you to hide a wince at his heavy frame.

Logan spared an amused huff at your efforts, finally able to focus on anything but his throbbing cock. He squeezed his fist, producing his adamantium claws with a soft warble from their appearance l.

"Does she feel pain?" He asked, raising a brow at you.

Logan broke from staring in your eyes, losing his inner will to not advance. He glanced to where your double was previously, then was surprised when you shoved him off.

"Do you?" You asked, watching as your double took a high step off of the back wall to throw a punch at Logan's jaw.

You winced, both at the impact that turned Logan's face with his teeth bared and your knuckles throbbing in react to his hard jaw.

Logan took a second to regain himself, the punch only disorienting him momentarily. You and your double took the chance: they clamped onto his back as you grabbed onto his extended arm and climbed onto it.

In an instant, you hyper-extended your body on his arm, wrapping your legs around the back of his neck to squeeze him into quick submission.

Your double harassed his sides with their short nails, playing dirty as only they could. Logan grunted, attempting to stand tall while the two of you held on tight.

His mind instantly rushed with the thought of your trick doing wonders to him, riding his face and his cock to tide him over. Logan glared heavily at the ceiling, willing himself to not get hard in your presence.

He was trying to regain his track of time, even as your thighs squeezed tighter at his arm to his neck. Logan took a knee to the mat, reaching with his free arm to pry your double off of his back.

You grabbed onto his hand, pulling it up to your shoulder but holding his fingers away from your neck. Logan was reaching his limit of playfully sparring and edging towards possessively ending things.

He took his other knee, leaning over your body to not give way to using his claws to win. You huffed, your hands gripping his wrist as your double finally fended off with you taking the lead.

The strength came back to you when they returned to you, adding a rush of adrenaline to your heart while staring at this man squeezed between your legs.

Logan's nose flicked, taking in more of your scent, the newer dampened kind. It was sweet, cloying to the back of his throat and making him swallow.

His eyes fluttered at the sensation, knowing that you were sating a minuscule flame by scent alone. He reached to tap out, touching your thigh when he did so.

You blinked at the feeling of his touch, a rush going through you with a catch of your breath. Releasing him, you dropped your arms to the mat and looked down at Logan.

He paused, realizing that his obligation to sparring with you was officially over. And yet, he made no moves to scurry away.

Your legs, with him squaring before you, were draped at his shoulders. The sight did a number on your stomach, making your head go light at the fantastical thought of him descending on you.

Logan mapped your face, noting the flush on your cheeks as his mouth went dry. His internal hunger was piqued further by the looks of you.

You were spent, knowing that one ten minute session wouldn't make you a fighter, but Logan was entertained by his bait making a play.

He rested his fists outside of your hips, leaning forward to brush his stiff bulge against the seat of your spandex.

You raised your chin to stifle a low moan, meeting Logan's dark pupils taking over. You pitched again as Logan pressed a bit further, carefully rutting his sheathed cock against your clothed pussy.

"Logan," you stammered, your knees folding further to spur the feral man on.

He huffed, beast descending, and rutted harder against you. Your scent renewed again, which delighted Logan's nose as he flattened his hips to the backs of your thighs.

"Say...say my name again," Logan grit, wanting your pitiful voice to tease at his rut.

You arched your hips, meeting his bulge to your clothed clit. Your lips parted with a pant of Logan's name again and he snarled, barely taming himself to recede.

"How's the training going?" Ororo's voice carried before entering the doorway, allowing Logan the moment to back off.

He fought with himself, clamping his hand over his mouth and nose before standing on his feet. You dropped your legs as you turned your head, watching Logan breeze past Ororo showing up in the doorway then up the stairs.

You breathed out, staring after Logan before meeting Ororo's questioning gaze. "You okay? Was he too rough?"

You shut your eyes, turning your head to the ceiling in disbelief.

Logan shut himself in his room, biting into the crevice of his hand and mutedly groaning out his frustration. He had gone too far, past himself and fed into the roaring wildfire within him.

His cock rutted against the door, seething at the memory of your soft thighs against his hips, the tempting heat of your pussy.

If he'd been given a second more, he'd have torn your pants off. Logan wasn't sure whether it would be fully him if given the chance.

Ororo held her hand out to pull you upright, allowing you to straighten out your clothes before giving you a once over.

"What'd you do to him?" She asked with a sly smile. "And can you teach me for when he's a pain?"

You laughed nervously, the sweat on your forehead chilling a degree as you reached for the back of your neck. "I dunno."

Ororo shared your laugh, more amused than you were. "Why don't you get changed, we're hanging out in the yard. You gotta see Kurt and Scott play tennis. Scott is such a cheater."

You grinned with Ororo resting her arm on your shoulders. "Okay, sure. Let me shower first."

Logan broke away from the door, rushing to his bed. He grabbed at one of his pillows, fluffed it up in the center of his bed then tore into it with his claws.

In a quiet frenzy of feathers, he panted as he stared at the makeshift remedy. It was nothing substantial, and uninviting with the burrow riddled with feather quills. Logan snarled, shrugging at the waistband of his sweats to chase the quick relief.

His animal balked, making him growl at himself. He smacked the thought, and pillow, away. Logan held his face in his hands, sheathing his claws at an attempt to regain his control.

After a beat of silence, Logan grabbed a change of clothes and opened his door to scope out the floor. Seeing he was alone, he dashed down the hallway to the communal showers, shutting the door.

He paused at the sound of the stream going, wondering who he'd have to encounter for a semblance of peace. Logan walked carefully around the block wall to see the shower room filling with steam.

He set his clothes on the counter, stopping to look at a similar pile of clothes on the corner. Leaning over to look, he noticed a pair of cotton underwear folded between a shirt and tennis skirt.

Logan raised a brow, glancing over to the stall being used for the shower and noticed a burn mark starting from your tail bone, lining up next to your spine before ending in a spade like flare just beneath your shoulder blade.

His breath caught, his nostrils flaring at the sloshes of water that ran down your skin. Your hair tangled up with shampoo, Logan's eyes raked along your shoulders, then down your legs before landing at your ass.

He leaned against the counter for a moment, soaking up the sight of you for future use. He bit at his inside lip, drawing blood as his cock strained with immeasurable pain. Glancing back at your clothes, Logan swiped your underwear from the stack and stuffed them into his sweatpants pocket.

Inside, he chastised himself for doing so but figured it'd be better, and softer, than fucking his pillow. Stripping down, he stepped into the furthest stall from you and turned the water on hot.

You circled in the stall, glancing out to the previously empty shower room. You saw your clothes on the counter, then another set of clothes on the far end of the counter.

In the dewy fog of the mirror there was a figure in the furthest stall from you. You tilted your head back to rinse your hair, shutting your eyes to revel in the echoing silence of the tiled room.

Logan's ears perked over the echoing silence of the tiled room to hear the low sighs from you. His eyes twinged at his pupils dilating, his mind holding onto your sounds as he reached for his cock.

Without soap, Logan stroked his vein-strained cock barely containing the groan from doing so. He attempted to keep his noises to a minimum, letting a few soft whimpers and moans escape him as he tried to cum quickly.

It was an itching chase towards an ounce of relief. He leaned forward, bracing his forearm against the shower wall while the hot water battered down his back. The steam accumulated, catching in his throat and driving him to pant outwardly.

Tilting his head back, Logan tried to catch a dry breath of air, letting slip a pleased groan.

You froze in the shower stall, feeling the warm water on your back chill to ice instantly. You pulled your head from the stream to listen in on Logan.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror, you watched his back flex, hunched in the stream of his own shower.

Your chest felt compacted in the steam, your breath catching higher the more his noises seeped through.

You slid a hand over your thigh, gripping your own flesh before drawing yourself out. Rinsing off in a short huff, you shut off your water then walked out of the stall.

Logan paused, holding his cock in his hand as he listened in on you leaving. He tilted his ear in your direction, waiting for you to dress while his heart clutched.

The flashing thought of your skirt swishing freely with no panties to hide his newly found grail. He reminisced on the scent of your pussy, stroked mildly at rutting against you.

You quickly changed into your clothes, wringing out your hair before pulling on your shirt. Reaching under your skirt, you expected to find your panties next to your socks. However, you were met with the granite of the counter.

Glaring into the mirror, you expected to be met with Logan's teasing smirk but he was unmoving in his stall. With a narrowing of your eyes, you grit your teeth and pulled on your skirt then grabbed the rest of your soiled clothes from the floor and left.

You dropped your clothes off in your laundry basket, rushing to grab another pair of underwear. When you opened the drawer, you remembered that they were your last clean pair before having to do the laundry again.

With a gulp, you straightened your skirt out, measuring the length of them before giving up and going out to the yard. You made no sudden springy movements, going to sit at the patio table with Ororo and Xavier while they spectated Scott and Kurt's tennis game.

Logan snapped his head up from focusing on his cock when the door slammed after you. He smirked lowly, flashing the knob to cold then off before going to his pile of clothes and dressing.

You sat back in your patio seat, taking in the sun and scent of manicured grass and bushes surrounding the mansion yard. Your legs were crossed tightly over one another, straightening your skirt out underneath to keep yourself decent for however long you sat around.

"How was sparring?" Xavier asked, following the neon yellow ball back and forth between the two mens' rackets.

You flashed your head up to meet Xavier's squinted glare; your mind scrambled with what to say to explain anything that happened.

"It was eventful," you said, looking over to Ororo and back.

You met Xavier's eyes again, the silence growing before the Professor's eyebrows raised. "I see."

You nervously smiled, straightening up a bit. "I mean, it was only ten minutes. He called my power 'cute'."

Xavier's mouth straightened in a line, nodded once before turning to see Logan walking into the backyard. "I'd never known him to use that word. Logan?"

You glared at Logan, your eyes shadowed by the sunlight. He was dressed in a plaid shirt unbuttoned, a beater and another pair of sweatpants. Your breath caught again, your legs becoming heavy with the threat of uncross.

"What's up?" He asked, standing next to Xavier, resting his hand on the back of the Professor's chair.

"How was training?" Xavier asked, still looking at you.

You straightened up in your seat, now looking to Logan. He tried to maintain a chaste view of you, even with your panties stuffed into his pocket.

It was short-lived, his eyes raking down to your skirt; the way it fell against your thighs and the crease of your legs clamped together.

With a gulp, Logan turned his attention to Xavier: "It was fine."

Xavier's straight mouth returned, offering the man a soft shake of his head.

"Oh, what did you two do?" Ororo asked, pulling her teacup to her lips to hide her smirk.

"Nothing," you, and Logan, added quickly. You turned to Logan then back to Ororo.

"Nothing happened," you repeated to her, sitting upright to rest your arms on the dark wood table.

"You pinned him, I wouldn't say that's nothing," Xavier mentioned, pulling his own teacup up to take a sip.

"You pinned him?" Ororo repeated, turning to Logan as she set down her cup. "She pinned you?"

Logan grit, his mouth forming its own tense line before looking at Xavier. You did the same.

"I-I didn't say anything," you said, trying to explain yourself to Logan.

Logan's shoulders relaxed in a heavy sigh just as Ororo giggled in delight: "You didn't have to."

Raising a brow at Logan, he shook his head and nodded to Xavier. "He reads minds."

You stiffened, your eyes slowly migrating over to Professor Xavier. He smiled, tipping his cup to you.

"Secret's safe with me, my dear."

You deflated, trying your best to hold Xavier's gaze though you wanted to see what Logan was making of it. Opening your mouth to make some sort of explanation, you were interrupted by Rogue calling out to the yard that she was making lunch if anyone wanted a sandwich.

You were unmoved, though Kurt and Scott were quick to leave the tennis court. Ororo stood up, grabbing the teapot in the center table and offered to brew a second pot.

"I'll help you, my dear." Xavier opted, gearing his wheelchair across the patio and through the glass doors before they shut after him.

You were left alone with Logan once again. He was unmoving from across the table, staring over at you while you shut your eyes to keep your breath.

"I bet he saw what we did," Logan said, circling around the table and leaning against it before you. "That's why he left, made Ororo go too."

You opened your eyes to meet Logan's eyes, dark and warm, though his pupils appeared to be pulsing.

"We-I--" you tried to respond though your stomach was knotting nervously.

The heat of the day, combined with the quick recall of Logan rubbing against you, made you clench your legs tighter. It was a fruitless endeavor, Logan could smell your wet as it caught onto your skirt.

He wasn't sure how much further he could be around you without relief. He was throwing caution to the wind, thinking he could withstand another soft breeze in your presence without breaking down to convince you to...

You undid your legs, parting your legs after the strain of keeping chaste. "You like panties, Logan?"

You rested your arms on the chair, righting yourself to allow the breeze to blow teasingly upskirt. Logan turned on his hip to face you, dipping his hand into his pocket to loop a finger around the cotton.

He peeled them out, flashing them over to you. "I call it a consolation prize, for tapping out earlier."

You tempted your tongue between your lips, shifting in your seat to bring back the friction Logan gave you earlier.

"I thought the humping would be enough of a consolation," you said, crossing your ankles together.

Logan showed his grit teeth, his eyes slipping to take in your outfit. "I'd call that an appetizer." He dangled the soft cotton panties from his middle finger, folding it into his hand to rub his thumb against the lining of them.

"I like it fresh," he teased, his brow barely taunting from its resting spot.

You straightened your neck, rolling your shoulders back to push your chest forward. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Logan smiled boyishly, something that you wanted from this specific man since you got here. Your heart fumbled, which Logan heard and it made his mouth water.

"Your pussy, darlin'. My main course."

With the words leaving his mouth, you expected him to burst into laughter. But his maw was left open, adjusting his jaw as you bit back your eager want for him to eat you.

Logan stepped closer, nudging a knee between yours to separate them. "It's been on my mind all morning."

You tried to steady yourself, meeting Logan's eyes again as he loomed over you. There was nothing you felt that you could say to make it better. Your stomach was now melted to nothing, spreading your legs further than Logan silently willed.

Logan mapped out your face, giving no leeway to your want or disgust. You glanced over to the glass doors behind Logan, noticing the curtain furl.

You stood, coming close to Logan to take his musk. Naturally woodsy, his sweat undertoned by a metallic heat that came off of him. Your breath was lost again, glancing to his naked collarbone then his neck and finally him.

"All morning?" You asked in a soft voice.

Logan heard your question clear as day in his ears, focusing all of his starved attention on you. The bait was acting alone now, luring him to a salvation he'd forgotten about.

He lost his words, his nostrils flaring as he gruffed at you. You folded your lips together, staring down at the terracotta patio beneath both of your feet.

You glanced over your shoulder to the corners of the shrub garden then back to him. "Out of sight?"

Logan's face quirked in amusement at your question, his brow tempting to curl. "I'll eat you out on the dining table if you prefer."

Your heart sank down your body just as the invigorating shock shot up your spine. Logan peeked down to see your nipples peaking through your heather blue X shirt, making him wet his bottom lip patiently.

You grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him after you onto the grass then into the flower garden. You were intoxicated in his proximity, lowering down onto the ground for him to make up the distance.

Logan did so, leaning in to fervently kiss your lips. He'd never dreamt of a kiss so hungry, licking into your mouth to scour your taste before pulling away to grip your jaw.

You ground your ass into the tilled dirt, becking after Logan's mouth to chase the instant high rushing through you.

Logan went for broke, touching at your legs and admiring them under his fingertips. He hissed at your neck, his nose wiggling to inhale all you gave off. The supple sweetness of your skin: your lotion barely washed off, your shampoo still fragrant in the nape of your neck, your pussy wet just a cherry on top to the intricate bouquet of you.

He nipped at your skin, licked down and up your neck before finding your kiss again. You panted into his mouth, chasing for more just as he balked and dragged his nose down your chest.

Logan gripped at your breast through your shirt, breathing over the soft peak of your nipple before closing his mouth over it. You bucked, your heels grinding into the dirt while you stifled yourself.

Logan parted from your nipple, turning to swirl his nose around the other before continuing down your body. He licked his lips fully at your skirt, taking the hem of it and slowly peeling it back to reveal your pussy.

For once his imagination matched up, your naked pussy a wet mess. You parted your thighs further to allow Logan a better view and he appreciated it. His cock appreciated it, the inner animal appreciated it.

He stretched his body out in the dirt after you, circling his hands at your hips in admiration. Logan dragged his lips at your thigh, taking grip of it to kiss heartily at your skin.

His lips sectioned on your flesh, nibbling carefully between kisses before turning to your other leg and doing the same. Your legs were already shaking in anticipation, your heels raising out of the dirt.

Logan leveled you back down with a crestfallen glare up your body. He placed a hand at your stomach, giving you the instance to connect.

"Let me..." he began, panting and licking at the inside of your thigh. "At my own pace. Don't rush."

You gripped at his hand, steeling your resolve and nodding carefully at him. Logan smirked, taking his lips to kiss your clit.

You flinched, but didn't buck after him when he retreated. You bit at your bottom lip, staring this man down as he kept your eyes and licked a soft stripe against your pussy.

Your brows knitted together, opening your mouth to groan. Your squeezing hand on his tensed, unsure if you wouldn't last as long as he intended for you.

"Keep it here, beautiful," Logan purred, circling his tongue against your clit. "Focus here."

Your chest felt an internal skip, keeping Logan's eyes as he finally gave in to his want and began work his tongue on and around your pussy before inching a finger into you.

Your eyes crossed, trying to hold on while his thick digit pumped into your walls. You broke, tilting your head away from his gaze to cry out.

"I love that noise," Logan muttered, breaking from your pussy to caress your thigh again.

His finger never stopped, pumping a bit faster to follow the pulsing of your walls. When he pulled it out slightly, he opted a second finger in and watched you break further.

Your walls welcomed him eagerly, writhing softly in the dirt at the feeling. Logan returned to your clit, aiding you and his fingers as they curled and stroked.

"Is that good?" He growled, losing all humanity in his voice as red began to taint his vision.

The vignette circled his eyes, leaving you the sole focus in his mind. You crooned, nodding carelessly as your hand squeezed a bit tighter at his.

Logan continued, grinding his rigid cock into the dirt beneath him. The thought piqued in the back of his mind, straightening a third finger to match his others and working it into you.

You panted out, seating your hips a bit harder in the dirt as Logan pumped three fingers into you with intent.

He smacked his lips, dragging them against your thigh before biting at your skin. You moaned, your thigh twitching in response.

"I gotta work you open," Logan offered, his voice piggybacking on a growl stuck in his throat. "My cock won't in your tight pussy just yet."

Your eyes watered, watching the beast come undone from the man. You nodded in agreement, holding out for Logan to do as told.

Your pussy was throbbing from the attention, your clit hitting the cool air and beckoning you overboard.

"It feel good, sweetheart?" Logan asked, not expecting an answer as he returned to your clit. "You wanna cum on my fingers? The wetter you get, the easier I'll be."

You were breaking now, your hand guiding Logan's up under your shirt to take handful of your breast. He smiled against your pussy, sucking on your clit harder as he worked at your nipple.

You raised your hips slightly, the work of Logan's knuckles sliding through you hard to ignore. Logan slurped, sating the rumble in his stomach with your taste.

"Come on, beautiful, come on. In my mouth, on my fingers," Logan slurred against you, his words vibrating into you.

You tightened your stomach, sitting up to meet his eyes again. Logan stared along the lengthened topography of your body, taking a tender squeeze at your breast just as your other hand went to his hair.

He smirked, raising his nose before nudging down. "I want to watch you cum."

His fingers sped up, his lips suctioned at your clit to drive you to see stars in your vision. You couldn't hold back your noises, moaning lowly down your body as Logan squeezed at your nipple.

"Logan," you gasped, coiling on his actions at once and tightening your fingers in his hair as you came.

Riding into his mouth and fingers, you whimpered at the rolling lush within you, making you floaty while your heart raced.

When you felt you were finished, Logan continued. He drew out a few twitches in your knees, your stomach tightening as you pussy pulsed around Logan's fingers.

Logan licked you clean, making long stripes at your pussy as he slid his fingers out. The long string of your wet followed, his digits coated in your essence.

You whined at his retreat, your body collapsing after the synapses stopped firing. You caught your breath, lolling your head back between your shoulders.

Logan licked heartily at his wet fingers, savoring your mild taste before sitting up on his knees to slide his hand down his pants. He stroked his cock with the remnant of your wet on his hand, only working his rampant urge further.

Pulling his hand out, he glanced over to the glass doors then back down at you. "Let's go upstairs, sweetheart."

You sat up, sighing at the wisps of pleasure that slipped through you. Meeting Logan's eyes, you nodded, your stomach tickled at chasing another high.

Logan refrained from showing surprise on his face, his brows laxing from his eyes before grabbing your wrist and leg, hoisting you over his shoulders.

You squeaked, feeling his arm curl around your leg as you rested on his built shoulders. The dirt on your skirt shed down his body as Logan stood up, making his way across the backyard onto the patio.

He puffed his chest in silent triumph, readily showing his trophy as he opened the back door. When he stepped inside, he noticed Xavier and Ororo sharing tea in the doorway of the dining room.

Logan raised a brow at the two of them, moreso Ororo who'd pulled up a chair next to Xavier's wheelchair.

"Really?" Logan grit as you ducked your head in slight embarrassment.

Xavier was unmoved as Ororo nervously stood and attempted to hide her smile with her teacup.

"I'd predicted this," Xavier said, taking another sip before moving his chair into the dining room. "Ororo, you owe me dinner."

"Professor," Ororo stressed, following Xavier into the room, leaving Logan to glance at you turning bright in embarrassment.

He jostled you tenderly, shaking his head before carrying you upstairs. Logan glanced around the floor then rushed into his room. He carefully tossed you onto his bed, watching you bounce among the stray feathers from his desecrated pillow.

His brows flexed, watching your skirt flow at the same, allowing him another glance at your naked pussy. You settled yourself in the center of the bed, holding your hands out to brace yourself.

Logan stood at the edge of his bed, eyes raking up and down your body, rewarding himself with the presence of you in his bed. Now that you were here, he was unsure where to have you first, if you'd recoil after the first time.

Logan clambered onto his bed over you, his hand haltingly touched up your thigh before pulling your leg to his hip. You touched his cheek, earning his soft snarl before relinquishing. Your fingers slipped further before reaching his hair, combing through it with his short locks curling around your digits.

Logan leaned into your neck, inhaling your scent as his hands kneaded at your bare thighs and up to your ass. He turned you both over, finding his back to the bed.

You adjusted over Logan, resting your knees on the bed to brace his waist and his unyielding, actively throbbing cock. You gasped, looking down at where you sat then to Logan.

He smirked knowingly, barely raising his brows as his eyes did the teasing. "I told you."

Your brows knitted in concern, raising on your knees as Logan curled an arm arounf your waist. With his free hand, he shrugged at a hip of his sweats, his cock barely snaking from its confines before grabbing it alone.

You looked down at his grip on his cock, his fist barely taking half of his length. He was strained with veins, a member stringent and alert with his cockhead red and leaking with precum.

"Oh, oh my god," you breathed, your chest tightening as your pussy pulsed in response.

You braced a hand to Logan's chest, shifting over Logan's cock before raising higher on your knees to point his cockhead to your entrance.

The two of you met eyes, Logan's irises blown to obsidian while he panted. You pouted softly, sinking onto Logan's length. His cockhead popped into you, instantly making you tempt a sated smile.

Logan restrained himself, shutting his eyes to ease out a breath. He'd allow you the lead at first, but was itching to take over.

He'd need to sink his cock deep into you after all, for his own relief. Logan knew that he'd make his knot fit in you, but that was getting ahead of himself.

Your hand gripped at his beater, whimpering as you wiggled your hips to slide Logan further in.

"You're taking me so well," Logan praised, reaching under your skirt to caress your hip.

You felt his thumb on your skin, coaxing you further until you couldn't anymore. Your eyes lulled, fluttering, at reaching an internal pause.

You rolled your hips again, squeaking when you did before attempting to reverse on Logan's length. Logan huffed at the white-hot core of you, enraptured with the roll of your hips at an attempt to go further.

Logan propped himself up on his elbow, his hand on your hip stilling you with a hiss. You moaned, leaning back an inch to lift off of him.

His nostrils flared at your retreat, your pulsing walls slicking his length. You paused halfway, returning your way down on Logan's length again.

His brows shot, his hand tensing to clench your hip but groaned out instead.

"T-too much, I can't," you mewled, bowing forward against his chest.

Logan huffed mirthlessly, slowly righting you on him. "C'mon beautiful, just a little longer like this. Then I'll take over."

Your pout protruded, staring at Logan for him to take over that instant. He stretched his hand over to your mound, finding your clit and stroking it gently.

You hiccuped, losing sight as your eyes fluttered. Your knees tempted to squeeze at his sides, but Logan's other hand held your kneecap.

"Relax, relax," he ordered lowly, his hand snaking up your thigh coaxingly. "Just let...go."

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to do as Logan said but feeling your neck twinge in strain. Logan tilted his head, unable to help himself from taking you in.

"Come here," Logan said, pushing himself further forward for you to meet his lips.

He kissed you, earning a heightened moan from you. Logan's thumb kept stroking your clit, making you slowly melt around his length.

You hummed, twitching at each touch he gave you. His fingers spread against your waist, taking in more of your miniscule movements. Each soft buck your hips did earned his hums of encouragement into your mouth.

When he parted from your lips, you rested your forehead against his. You panted lowly against his lips, your hand going for the back of Logan's neck.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and cum again?" He asked, nudging his nose against yours.

Logan was biding his time, luring you further in before he took hold. His hand at your thigh continued up your side, shrugging your shirt up to reveal your breasts.

You nodded against his forehead, slowly raising up on your knees then back down in a slow rhythm. He sneered, his top lip peeling back to reveal a sharp white canine.

"I'm gonna ruin you," he growled, letting you ride him as he breathed against you and stroked your carnal fire.

Logan's hand cupped under your breast, bucking into you when you sank down on his length. You gasped before Logan's mouth, nodding against his forehead in agreement.

"Yes, ruin me," you hissed, arching into Logan's touch as his thumb stroked your clit and flicked at your nipple in tandem.

And you moaned outwardly, your mouth gaping open as you nudged his nose for his kiss again. You were edging on the precipice of pleasure, clenching around Logan's girth.

Logan seethed, hummed and bided his time. "You're such a beautiful mess right now. Can I get you to cry?"

Your face scrunched, holding out though your eyes threatened. "Fuck, Logan. D-don't."

Logan grinned against your lips, taking your lips in another kiss. At the same time, he pinched tenderly at your nipple, bringing you to arch into him and orgasm on his cock.

"That's...my girl," he purred, circling his hand from your clit to grab your ass. Logan guided you to rock your hips on him, slowly taking more of his length in.

You gasped away from his mouth, feeling his cock push further into you. Logan hummed, running his nose down the length of your throat as he muttered his praises.

He lifted a hip, turning your over in his bed to lie down. Logan lifted your leg, thrusting further into you.

You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut to not draw tears. "Logan," you squealed, reaching to grip at Logan's only good pillow.

Logan lowered over you, righting his hips against your before pulling out. He took hold of your shirt, peeling it up over your face before tangling it in your arms.

He went for your skirt, tugging it down your legs as he sat on his haunches. You writhed on Logan's sheets, relishing the remaining euphoria buzzing over your skin.

Logan shrugged off his shirt, peeling up his beater to guide his cock against your swelling lips. You whined as Logan grabbed the back of your thigh and pushed it up to your chest.

"Almost there, sweetheart," Logan soothed, running his hand back down your thigh before resting his hand to your stomach.

Your pout returned, meeting Logan's eyes as he quickly thrust into you. Your hand drifted before Logan's face, allowing it to fall before you desperately grabbed at his beater.

"F-fuck Logan, I-I can't," you broke down, turning your face away from him to bite away your tears.

Logan lowered himself further onto you, your knee bracing further up his torso. "I know you can. You can last a minute longer, I'll make it worth it."

You shook your head against the bed, not meeting his sultry gaze. Logan nosed at your ear, his rolling breaths tempting down your skin.

"Darling," Logan mumbled down at you.

He reached a hand up to your throat, gripping softly at your jaw to turn you to him. Logan rubbed his thumb under your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you again.

This feeling shot to your toes, your body livening to touch all you could of Logan's. When he broke, he nudged your nose and rocked his hips softly.

"You're still so wet for me," he praised in a whisper before your lips.

Your face scrunched again, not needing of his praise as he paved into you, echoing remnants of pleasure. "D-don't stop."

Logan's eyes rolled in relief, starting a softer pace to sate his feral urge to rut. The animal was sated, driving further into you and pausing for longer as he caressed your cervix.

You writhed underneath him, your knee twitching the longer his thrusts went on. You broke, raising to hide your face in Logan's neck with a few pitiful moans.

Logan was relieved at the wild throbbing of your pussy, the ghost of yet another orgasm ripping through you. He picked up for a moment, grabbing your other leg to draw it up to your chest before thrusting into you with finality.

You winced, feeling all of Logan's length housed inside of you. Your breath skipped as Logan's face scrunched in pleasure, his lips skirting before yours. He groaned out, showing his undoing as his knot slowly swelled just inside of you.

You hummed in slight discomfort, the thought of Logan filling you a distraction from the reality. Logan collapsed over you, dropping your legs and curling his arms around you.

"That's..." he gasped, kissing at your chest then up to your neck, "my girl."

You hid a roll of your eyes, realizing that earlier this same day you two were unknowing of one another. You braced a hand to your damp forehead, combing your hair away as you caught your breath.

"I'm gonna keep you," Logan teased, nudging his nose along your collarbone. "to get you through my days."

You glanced down at him, noting a boyish lightness about him. Your hand went for the back of his neck, curling through his hair again.

You felt the pulse of Logan's cock inside of you, twitching though he was nestled sturdily inside you. With a quirk of a brow, you slipped a hand between the two of you, reaching down to assess the situation.

You gasped at the odd feeling of him plugged inside you. His cock was still a part of him, his balls nestled carefully just against your inside hip. This was definitely new.

"Hey, hey, beautiful I can explain," Logan said, lifting onto his arm to look down at you.

Your bewildered eyes met his and laughed in slight disbelief. He smirked somewhat nervously, taking in your silence with grace.

"I am part animal..." Logan began, though that was all he had as explanation.

Your brows knitted in concern. "What is it?"

Logan shrugged, though he knew what it was. He knew its purpose. He still wanted to introduce you to it.

"It's...a knot. Just a little oddity," he continued, kissing at your cheek to coax you down. "Only shows up when I'm in rut."

You were sure your face was expressing more than you wanted to. Logan wanted to laugh with you, but was waiting until you were actually amused.

"Rut?"

"Just a few days where I have the animal urge to fuck," he muttered, dropping his head to your shoulder at the realization that this was not going how he'd wanted.

Still, you were not as put off as you once thought you'd be. With a soft gulp, your hand in his hair resumed coyly.

"Just a few days?" you asked, ducking your chin to look at Logan.

Logan's smile returned half-watt, sitting up to kiss your lips. "Maybe a few more with you."

You hummed after his kiss, your eyes rolling at the feeling of him and his cock. Logan broke away first, moaning at the loss of your kiss.

"And that little trick of yours, but I'm not picky."

You sat criss-cross in your computer chair, talking to your best friend; the only person you’d speak so openly with and share all your depraved omega hindbrain stuff with.

Omegas were rare and often paired up as children, like having a sixth sense.

When you two latched on to each other even before you presented, it was no surprise to anyone how both of you turned out.

You knew she would not only listen and not judge, but understand the absolute filth that ran through your mind in a place filled with so many alphas.

You weren’t blind. The eye candy in the Avengers Compound was very real.

But Logan was special.

Logan brought out your feral nature like no other, and while Bucky was a trusted friend and your go-to for Alpha related needs, Logan carried an air about him that screamed wild and your body heard it loud and clear.

Now a grown adult, your sixth sense was demanding you fuck that alpha right now, later, and whenever he wanted.

“I'm telling you, I would bend over for him in a heartbeat. I'd be honored to be filled by him. I know just saying that sets omegas back centuries but he's just wasting it and I…I could actually use it. He’s just so….FUCK!”

You groaned in to the phone pressed against your ear while your fellow omega friend laughed.

“Gotta get it while you can. If he's as enhanced and dominant as you say he's probably wasting it daily – several times, I bet.”

Your cheeks burned at the thought, but you kept talking, “ I know he’s just staying here temporarily, but that…that shouldn’t be wasted. He’s just…ugh he’s premium stock, Kells, I wish you could meet him. I’m usually a let’s be friends first type but holy shit…the disrespectful things I’d let him do to me if it meant getting a massive load as reward- fucking please.” You begged, getting another giggle from your friend.

“Just tell the man you want him to dump it in you instead of washing it down the drain. I'm sure he'd be happy to…donate to the needy.”

You audibly scoffed, ignoring the throbbing in your core at all this talk.

“I could never. I’d die if he knew how badly I want him to admire the bow in my hair while he fucks my throat.”

Kelsey laughed, “You’re wild, girl.”

“More like feral!”

Both of you shared a laugh.

Laughter that carried through the door you’d accidently left cracked open and directly to the alpha in question, who’d been standing there all along.

In your excitement at seeing your best friend’s face pop up on the caller ID, you hadn’t made sure your bedroom door latched behind you.

He’d noticed your lack of attention to detail but at the moment, it was working in his favor so he forgave it.

You had him at bend over, though he particularly enjoyed being referred to as premium stock.

He had no idea how much the Avengers’ timid smokeshow of an omega wanted him and thirsted for him until then.

His cock stiffened as he went over your words in his head again, telling another omega how much you prized his cum as a reward and that it was a finite resource it was a shame to waste.

He thought about what you said every time he tossed another towel you would be jealous of into the laundry.

He grinned as he wished he could tell you that your friend was right; several times a day he shot rope after rope in a towel, toilet paper, down a drain or just in his hand.

The deeper in lust you fell the more you were too excited to answer the phone to make sure your bedroom door clicked shut.

Never mind not knowing you only had to ask FRIDAY to engage the soundproofing that came standard in everyone’s bedroom for obvious reasons.

Logan definitely wasn’t going to lose the most entertainment he’d had since he’d been “loaned” to the Avengers as a means to repay a favor from Charles to Tony.

Another night, you lay on your back on your bed with your cell phone on speaker, looking up at the ceiling.

“I’m serious! He could just barge into my room about to burst and twirl his finger around to tell me to get in position and I would. I’d bend right over my desk and let him push my skirt up.”

“For such a ladylike femme, you are a cum slut in disguise.”

You both laughed in that gleeful way that hurt his ears a little.

“A cum connoisseur, I have high standards.”

“Supersoldiers and mutants only!” Kelsey laughed.

Like most omegas, you had a thing for powerful alphas.

“I want to say if I met the right guy but…” you wrinkled your nose.

Unlike most omegas, your mutation required you to take stronger males to remain at full strength.

Your forcefields were impenetrable, and the price was getting filled like a water balloon by enhanced alphas.

It’s a pretty sweet deal, honestly.

So long as you weren’t in a serious relationship, there was no negative stigma with accepting different males so no one thought any less of you.

Though some omegas would have been appalled when you said, “I wish it was still socially acceptable to ask him to fill me like a rutted bitch at his convenience.” Your eyes fluttered as your brain took the thought further, “God, I would fucking love for him to actually rut me.”

Or when you said, “I bet he’s a growler…I’ve heard him do it when Tony pissed him off…even that was so…ugh! I swear, Kells, I felt every rumble in my clit, I had to make an excuse and get out of there before I started to drip!”

It was the third time you called him the primal words that stoked his ego like nothing else, that he finally granted your wish.

“It’s the only way I can describe him, seriously! Fuck! He’s wasting premium stock and –“ your words choked to a stop as the door swung open.

Immediately, your cheeks were ablaze and you tried to babble out an excuse but Logan only smirked, locking the door behind him.

“Engage soundproofing.”

You jumped when FRIDAY confirmed the command, dropping your chin in shame.

“Talk to you later!” you vaguely heard your friend’s voice before she hung up.

Your eyes locked on his cock, standing out against his jeans, unable to help but gulp anxiously.

Just like you’d once said, he beckoned you over with one finger and patted your computer desk.

Your brain short circuited, feet leading you over instantly.

“I’m not gonna waste another drop of this premium stock for the rest of my time here.” He grunted, pushing on your back to lay you forward and reaching under your skirt to pull your panties down, slicing them in half with a single claw once they reached your knees.

Your breath came out in short puffs and you let him shove your skirt up to your waist.

His belt came undone in a flash and soon you felt his hot, wide tip. He wiped a bit of precum on your clit to kick your omega body into a nearly instant waterfall.

“You really want my cum, don’t you, you desperate little wanna be cum dumpster. Look at how you respond to the barest courtesy an alpha can give an omega he’s about to fill until she’s bloated like a rutted bitch."

Your eyes widened in shock but your hips raised for him as the words hit your ears.

“You like the sound of that, huh?”

You grew rigid, making him laugh a little cruelly. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s only natural to want the strongest alpha in the room.”

Your eyes rolled as he rubbed his head on your clit a little harder, body pliant under his calloused hand that gripped your hip.

“...p-please, Logan...” you couldn’t find any other words, back arching as you desperately tried to get him to slip inside.

“What, dollface? What do you want?”

He watched your face crinkle with irritation, mild amusement in his eyes.

“Y-you heard…you know.” You couldn’t say those things to him!

“Yeah, but you’re gonna tell me face to face right now…or you get nothing.”

His tone turned mocking at the end, grinning as your face shifted to a look of desperation.

He watched your internal struggle while lazily running his cock up and down your folds, dipping just enough to almost breach your weeping entrance.

Logan was nearing the end of his rope, but he wanted to hear you beg for it.

Directly.

Your pathetic whimpers didn’t move him as he waited.

“I can’t s-say those things to y-you.”

He snickered, “Only about me, huh?”

Shame burned at your cheeks, but you couldn’t deny how badly you needed him.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

The command gripped your throat like an expertly placed hand, perfectly scratching the part of your brain that was comforted by being controlled.

Your eyes closed, brows wrinkling as the words fell out of your mouth; “I don’t want you to waste another drop of your top shelf cum. I don’t care if you don’t have time to fuck and just walk in here about to burst, bend me over my bed and give me two pumps before you fill me like a Boston cream.”

A small grin quirked at the alpha’s lips at your analogy.

But you continued, opening your eyes and turning your head to the side to look back at him, eyes damp with embarrassment and cheeks flushed with arousal.

“I would be honored to be your cum dumpster, whenever you need a release…please…give it to me."

That wild look in his eye grew more intense as you begged for him in the most primal, arguably degrading way an omega could.

But you meant it…and it worked.

“You’re mine now, Angel. I don’t give a shit who you fuck when I’m gone, but as long as I’m around, your pussy belongs to me, got it?” He growled through clenched teeth just before snapping his hips forward with enough force to shove you into the desk and pin you between the wood and the unyielding wall of muscle that was his body.

“Yes, Logan.” Your voice came out as a slight shriek of surprise, but your back arched again as you made sure to fuck back- eager to earn your first serving of premium stock.

Chapter 1

“Logan,” you whine, face down on the king-size bed.

“Where’s Wade?” You ask, muffled by the bed. Logan is propped on his side, head resting on his hand as he watches you have a temper tantrum.

He’s dressed in his usual jeans and white, ribbed tank top but barefoot. It’s a nice look. You, however, are in your night sky, wearing Stitch sleep pants and an overly large fuzzy, super soft Stitch sleep hoodie.

You came over to whine and complain about work and your lack of a love life, but Logan was the only one home. You decided to come in anyway.

“Wade’s working. Gonna be back in three days,” Logan rumbled. “Why are you here?” He scowled at you.

Turning your head to look at him, body unmoving, and glaring at him. “He didn’t tell me,” you quietly hurumph, hurt that your best friend forgot to let you know. “I’m here to rant and get drunk with Wade but Wade isn't here.”

“Think you might have a problem, sweetheart,” Logan grumbles before he smacks your ass, hard. You yelp and tense before Logan rolls off the bed and you follow and rub your buttcheek. “Ass!” You grumble, lips pouting, and mope a little. You actually love that he does that, but so does Wade when he does it too.

He shrugs and opens the fridge. “I was gonna eat. Wanna join me?” He invites, squatting as he looks through the shelves.

You walk to him and look inside the fridge. “I wanted to get drunk,” you pout until you see the gentility lace cake. “But cake is good too.” You reach in only for Logan to smack your hand. “No, bad bunny.” You shake your hand, face warm with embarrassment at the nickname. Quickly, you turn trying to prevent him from seeing you. You grunt at him and walk towards the dinner table before heading towards the couch instead.

Logan stands up and watches you. “What? Wade calls you that.”

You sit on the couch, arms crossed, and pursed lips. “He has permission. You…you didn’t…don’t.”

So, here’s the secret: the first time Wade and you got drunk together; somehow, he got you to admit that you’re a furry and viewed yourself as a hybrid rabbit meaning a human with rabbit traits, like ears, tails, feet, and paws. Ever since, he has called you bunny. It’s the easiest and most acceptable way to explain the truth without actually telling him the actual truth.

Logan stalks towards you, his face unreadable and eyes on you. You feel him stare at the back of your head, the hairs on your neck and scalp standing up. You dig out your phone and text Wade, who of course, didn’t respond, but you stare at your phone trying to seem as if you are waiting.

It doesn’t fool Logan one bit. He stops in front of the arm of the couch, putting his hands on it, and leans over you. You try to ignore him but can’t. His presence has always been strong and magnetic, his smell amazing, and he’s fucking hot. Look at him!

“What are you doing?” You ask, attempting to seem annoyed, before looking up at him. Logan can be very intimidating when he wants to be, but every time you see Logan try to do that to Wade, he brushes him off with snark and sass. Logan may push again but he folds easily, so you know Logan is Wade’s teddy bear. The problem is that bears have claws and are huge, especially compared to your less-than-average height.

“I’m trying to decide,” he states, eyes roaming over you. You suddenly feel naked and on display. You stand up, hands on your hips. “Decide what?” You challenge him.

“Wade recently has told me a lot about you,” he begins with a quirk of his lips. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

Logan smirks and explains, “I know you tell him everything. I recall him texting me for the name of that dom we talked to a few months ago so he could give it to you.” Your eyes widen at the information and you inhale sharply, face flashing hot.

He smirks like a wolf. “There is a lot about our relationship that you’re not privy to, darlin’.”

Your mind flashes to what you imagine the two going at it when you jill off at night. You share a wall with them being next-door neighbors. It isn’t hard to figure some of it out. You can feel yourself grow wet at the images until you notice him moving.

He takes a step forward and you instinctively take a step back. “See, Wade knew you would be coming over tonight, expecting him to be here, like usual.” He takes another step towards you and you take one back, maintaining the distance between you. “So, when he found out about this…work assignment, he came to me with an idea.”

“What idea?” You nervously ask. You decide to take a preemptive step back only to run into the wall, looking behind yourself to see you’re at least three feet from the door. You look back in front of you in time to have Logan a mere inch from your body touching him with his hands boxing your smaller height and frame in. He leans down, his head next to your ear, his lips just barely touching. “To put the bunny…in her place.”

You audibly swallow, only growing wetter at his light domination.

Chapter 2

Your nipples harden as goosebumps erupt across your neck and across your body as you feel your pajama pants dampen further (who the fuck wears underwear to bed?). You open your mouth to talk back but only squeak. He smirks and chuckles. “He didn’t think you’d believe me, so he recorded this just for you.” He takes out his cell and brings the video up for you to watch.

Wade sits on the bed in his Deadpool suit without the mask, legs crossed with his hands resting on his knee. You smile at the video. It’s such a Wade thing to do.

“Hey, bun bun. So, I had this idea,” he begins and raises his hand to his face, chewing on a non-existent fingernail. “See, Peanut and I like to play all sorts of games. Chase happens to be one of Wolvie’s favorites. I thought Bunny might have fun running from Wolverine, and if Wolvie catches Bunny then he earns a reward. You.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “He can have fun playing with you in all sorts of yummy ways I know you enjoy…” he leaned towards the phone. “And then some.” He winked. “That is if you consent. After all, consent is sexy.” He grins. “Now, verbal consent followed by the exchange of safe words is required, and then Logan will set the remainder of the rules.” Wade has this wolfish grin that makes your core clench and wonder what he had in mind.

Glancing at Logan with a matching expression, you know you have a wet spot on the groin of your sleep pants now.

Shit! Wait…

”Wolverine?” You ask, looking at Logan.

Wade answers as if he’s there. “Did I not tell you, bunny? He’s the Wolverine. Adamantium skeleton, claws and all.”

Oh, shit. You close your eyes, your face heating up fast. Fuck you, Wade.

“Technically, he isn’t the Wolverine you still have a poster of up in your closet from when you were a teenager along with your porn and toys. You know the story I told you? When Wolverine and I saved the universe.”

“When you and Wolverine saved the universe,” you mumble in time with him.

“Yeah. Peanut was that Wolverine.”

You shudder as you make the connections of the things Wade has told you as you look at Logan as if you see him for who he is the first time.

You’re so screwed. Wade just told him that you’ve had the hots for the man since you were a teenager and you’re in your late thirties now. Fuuuuck!

Logan is amazed at how well Wade knows you. He knew a ridiculous amount from only knowing you for about six months. He forgets at times that Wade has amazing observation skills and his memory is a sponge when the cancer isn’t riddling it with holes and substitute yuck.

“Have fun, Alex. Peanut, your turn. Have fun. Pictures or it didn’t happen, honey badger,” Wade said.

Logan turns the screen off and tucks the cell in his pocket. “So,” Logan begins. “Wanna play a game?” His grin is wolfish and domineering so you just want to kneel at his feet and beg him to take whatever he wants. But that wasn’t part of the rules, you’re gonna get Wade back so bad after this. Maybe thank him later too.

Chapter 3

— 🏃‍♀️ 🐺 🌳 🌲 —

Fuck.

This is how you’re now dressed in your running clothes in an alley half a mile from the apartment building next to Logan who didn’t change but did put on his shoes.

The rules were simple:

You get a 10-second head start.

If you make it to the apartment before Logan, Logan will do whatever you want, platonic, sexual, or otherwise in whichever apartment of your choosing. He has no kinky hard limits. You find this strange but acceptable; even though you do.

If Logan makes it to the apartment first, he gets to do whatever he wants to you within your set limits, platonic, sexual, or otherwise in Wade's and his apartment.

If Logan catches you on the way to the apartment, he just recommended not getting caught.

If either of you safewords, everything stops and aftercare immediately begins for you..both. You demanded he receive it too; however, Logan claims not to want or need aftercare. You’re going to do it anyway but that doesn’t mean he needs to know. Subs are to provide aftercare for Doms and vice versa.

It’s drizzling and neither of you brought a jacket. The problem is you can’t decide if you should tell Logan the actual secret that you haven’t told Wade.

You're actually a mutant with rabbit-like abilities. You hate demonstrating so you just tell folks the furry story since it’s easier. It’s more acceptable in the kinkier circles at least.

Being, essentially, an anthropomorphic rabbit in a human body is hard to explain without seeing it and you get tired of having to show off. In this case, showing might be better than explaining.

“You ready?” Logan asks. You set up as a cross-country runner that you were for a month in high school, wiggling your butt at him. He growls at you, making you grin challengingly.

“I’m faster than I look, Wolvie,” you apprise. “I don’t need a head start. You’re welcome to try and catch me but,” you look at him with a smirk. “Wade doesn’t know everything about me.” You wink before looking forward and running away.

“You little shit,” he chuckles with a matching grin as he starts counting. At three seconds, he sees that you are faster than Wade thought and starts to run after you. You turn the corner with Logan a second behind you only to lose you once he turns the same corner. He hears metal creaking above him and looks up to see your bare feet on a fire escape as you head up to the roof.

“That’s cheating!” He hollers.

“You didn’t say I had to run!” You yell back with a giggle at your love of malicious compliance before disappearing onto the building’s roof. He digs his cell out and calls Wade.

He answers on the second ring, “Peanut, did bunny actually say no?” He grunts with gunshots heard in the background. “I really thought—“

“You didn’t tell me she was an actual rabbit,” he interrupts.

“What?” Wade inquires, confused, with a grin that Logan can hear. “Hang on, Peanut.” The background noise quickly quiets down. “I don’t understand how the Wolverine can’t catch his prey?” He teases.

“She hopped up twenty feet,” Logan growls.

Wade laughs, excitedly. “Even better. Remember pictures or it didn’t happen,” he practically croons into Logan’s ear.

Logan growls and hangs up, shoving it in his back pocket as he works the best route to take to catch up on time and distance. He runs on all fours through alleyways and climbs up a fire escape to jump over buildings. He finds you in his sight with that predatory grin plastered to his lips, except he realizes there is no way for him to catch up. He pulls a page from Wade’s book and plays dirty. He slides down the fire escape ladder, burning and peeling skin from his hands in the process. He goes through a few more alleys and through two building windows.

On the other side, he inhales and smells that you were behind him now, barely. Wolverine decides to set a trap for his prey. He runs up the stairs of your shared apartment building to make it to the roof before you. He can’t see you on any nearby roofs but catches your scent in the wind. He stays near the edge. With a snikt, his claws are out, and he grunts as he digs into his left side with them tearing at his shirt and creating a wound in his torso that he knows he will easily heal from.

He lies face down, holding his claws at the ready as he waits to hear you approach. He doesn’t need to wait more than about 30 seconds before he hears a thud and your sweet scent, the saltiness of your sweat under your lavender deodorant, and light arousal. He pushes in his claws before slowly retracting them and wipes his hand off on his shirt before lying there as relaxed as he can be.

You pant and take a moment. Looking around, you inhale deeply only to catch the scent of blood and Logan. “Shit.” You race towards the scent and find Logan down. “Logan,” you call out to him, whimpering in worry, and slide on your knees on the wet roof, scraping your calves and knees up in the process as you work to push him on his back.

He is fucking heavy.

He lets you before grabbing your forearms, flipping you both with your back slamming onto the roof floor and his hand holding the back of your head. You yelp at the move, your breath nearly knocked out of you. He sits on your thighs, taking out his cell and snapping a picture of you. It takes a few seconds for you to recover and find his eyes on you.

Chapter 4

First, you were relieved he was okay, and then you were pissed. “Cheater,” you growl at him. You don’t notice that his normal blue eyes have turned nearly red as he pins you. Your fangs drop as you growl threateningly at him, trying to outmaneuver him but his bruising grip on your arms is making them sore.

“I didn’t say how I had to catch you, little bunny.” That endearment makes you mewl, your face turning a deeper pink. He leans down and inhales deeply around your neck. You show him the entirety of your neck, an act of unconscious submission. This pleases his inner alpha. He nips along your tendon and sucks bruises making you whimper.

“You smell so good,” he rumbles. “It was always so hard to be around you. The contrast between you and Wade, and then you got close. Wade and you are so comfortable to be able to cuddle and just touch each other,” he confesses

You make a note about that to think about later when blood is flowing to your brain.

He nuzzles into your shoulder. His grip shifted down your arms to your sides. He digs into your shoulder with his teeth. You gasp at the sensation and groan, you need to ground yourself so you grab his forearms.

He shushes you and kisses back up your neck as he sucks hickeys along the other side until he finds the right spot below your jaw next to your ear, that sensitive spot that drives you wild. He scratched his beard along it, feeling you shiver, and licks and nips until he starts to suck a deep hickey on it. You pant hot and heavy as you try to shift under him with no luck. Your aching clit and throbbing center drive you crazy. You can feel yourself getting so close. You whimper, digging your nails into Logan’s forearms and arching your back into his chest.

He pulls back, looking at you. You’re flushed from your face into your tank top. He can see your hard nipples and follows his urge. He bends down and nips at them through your shirt. You hiss and arch your chest towards him when he pulls away. You love your nipples being played with and for them to be hurt. It feels amazing to you. He leans down and does it again, only to pull. You groan and squirm under him. He smirks as he watches you writhe. There’s a deep satisfaction he feels as he watches you squirm at his touch.

You whimper and curl under him as the rain suddenly hardens, the coolness almost too much for your hot, sensitive skin. Logan notices it, too. He takes your hands, making you wrap them around his neck. You easily comply and begin to shiver from the cold. He shifts before grabbing your thighs and standing up as if you weigh nothing. Wrapping your legs around his chest, he quickly takes you back to the apartment, making sure to lock the roof door since Wade rarely uses it, preferring the fire escape, to return home from a mission or the front door.

Once inside, he quickly kicks off his boots and locks the front door. Your shivering has worsened. The air in the apartment is usually cool at night. He takes you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter as he takes out a few towels. He wraps one around you before removing his own shirt. You look to the shower and then at him with a raised brow before looking back down. As he begins to take off his jeans, he notices that the marks he left on you have begun to fade.

“You heal?” His voice is deep and rough. You keep your eyes down on the linoleum floor and remain silent. He hums. “I was wrong. Wade doesn’t know everything.” You shake your head with a small smile.

“Strip,” he commands. You drop the towel, and pull off your tank top and sports bra in one go, setting them on the sink. You lean back, working your shorts down. You catch sight of Logan’s bare thighs and breathe out hard. He notices that you’re avoiding looking at his dick. He smirks. “It is okay to look,” he gives permission.

Your cheeks pinken further. “Don’t get shy on me now, little bunny.” Logan rubs his face across the side of yours and down your neck onto your shoulder. “I’m just getting started.” Your shorts slide down to the floor revealing you’re going commando, just like him. He chuckles. You can feel him radiate warmth and push against him, craving it. “Cold,” you quietly whine.

He wraps you up in his arms and picks you up, taking you to his and Wade’s bed. He knows he shouldn’t but Wade didn’t specify and his instincts tell him that’s where he needs to go with you. He sets you on the bed and pushes on your knees. You scoot up the bed and look at him as he crawls on all fours as if stalking towards you. The look on his face is as if a predator cornering prey sends shivers down your spine. You know wolverines are predators but even with your rabbit traits, you’ve never felt like prey until you met Logan.

“How—how do you want me?” You query. He pauses and sits on his heels, head tilted as he looks at you.

“Call me the title you’ve been wanting to,” he commands again. Your brow furrows as your mouth opens before closing like a fish. He just smiles amused.

He crawls up to you and kisses your cheek, your eyes, and rests his forehead against yours. He places a peck on your closed lips. Your hands slid up his pecs, over his shoulders, and around his neck. You look at his face and whisper, “Will you kiss me, dah-dah-daddy?” You’ve never called anyone that but always thought about it. He pulls back and smirks, his pupils blown again, tinted red.

He knows how to play this, but right now, he slants his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you down on top of him. Gasping at the change, he licks into your mouth, noticing the similarities and differences between you two. You moan into his mouth. Your tongues are dancing, noticing how his tongue is rougher and you love it. You pull back, raising yourself on your hands. “Would….,” you stop yourself, unsure if asking is ok.

“Daddy can‘t give his little bunny what she wants if she doesn’t ask.” Logan quirks a brow, trying to play it up for you. Your core clenched at the words and a whine escaped your throat. “Eat me out, daddy, please?” You beg.

Oh, he is going to enjoy this more than he thought. He’s beginning to understand why Wade does this to him too. “Only because my little bunny asked so nicely.” He flips you both again and you yelp with the sudden change. He nips and plants open-mouth kisses down your chest before biting at the plushness of your abdomen. He skips over where you want him, only to nip at the inside of one thick thigh and then the other. He nuzzles into them, smelling the intensity of your arousal and rumbles. He notes that your arousal intensifies.

“Please do that again, dah—daddy,” you quietly beg.

He tilts his head, brows furrowed, so he asks. “Do what, darlin’?”

You sheepishly smile then scrunch your nose up as you get further into the role. “Growl,” you quietly beg with a flash of your teeth and shake of your head, trying to mimic him. He chuckles at your display.

“It’s so hot when you do. Pleeeeease?” You beg again.

“I’ll think about it,” he says as if not wanting to, only to lick the slick from your thighs, moving up towards your labia, and growls. You moan at the touch and shudder at his growl as you feel it against your skin. You have no idea what it is but you wish you could hear this all the time. His growl makes your whole body tingle with pleasure. Your head falls back against the bed at the sensation. When Logan finally licks from the bottom to the top of your labia, you groan and push against him.

Logan repositions between your legs, takes your thighs in his hands, and brings you up to him before burying himself at your entrance. His tongue seeks out your essence as he runs his cat-like rough tongue against your swollen clit. It doesn’t take much before he pushes you into your first orgasm. Keening as your legs tense in his grasp, your thighs shake and toes curl trying to push your pussy further against his tongue. Your knuckles are turning white as you hold on to the bed sheets for dear life. When you try to pull away from overstimulation, he holds you in place and keeps at it.

You squirm and whine. Tears begin to form in your eyes at the overwhelming sensation, so he takes that long tongue of his and licks inside you. You shudder and groan at the feeling. Somehow, he can lick one of the best places inside you. Just rubbing up and down, up and down, then encircling, over and over, and over again, before changing direction and spiraling, only to repeat. Quickly, bringing you to another orgasm. This one seems to last and last, clenching around his tongue as Logan licks and rubs with his rough tongue, swallowing your juice like a starving man.

He has ruined you and you want more.

Tears fall down your temples, breathless panting and whining, and you find the headboard, dig your fingers underneath, and hold on. He watches you over your neatly trimmed mound. The tears only heightened his arousal. His cock throbs but he isn’t done with you yet.

He begins to thrust into your entrance with his tongue again. You arch against him, trying to grind onto his face but he smacks your thigh hard. A groan comes out and pants, slick pours from you. He pulls back, licking his lips. “So, little bunny likes pain with her pleasure.”

You swallow and weakly nod. He smacks the same thigh. You grunt and squirm. “Da-ddy,” you mewl.

He just grins as tears continue down your face and he leaves red marks on that thigh. He does it again.

“Nails, daddy?” you ask.

He digs his nails into the same thigh. Hitched breath followed by a low groan. He watches your wetness practically flow from you. He delves in, cleaning it up, and returns to your sensitive clit. You mewl again from the sensitivity. He starts to suck but it’s never for much. “Just lick, daddy,” you pant. He pulls back. He smacks your other thigh five times in quick succession. Yelling, you try to move away as he growls, “You don’t make demands.”

You whimper. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’ll-I’ll take what you give me, Daddy, promise.” Tears seem to flow more heavily. He inhales, mainly smelling your arousal with hints of desperation, shame, and nervousness. It tells him he got his point across and goes back to licking from the bottom of your entrance to your clit. He licks just inside your entrance seeing visible shivers down your body. He makes notes of these areas as he comes across them.

Everyone is different as to what turns them on. He’s determined to find all of yours, but right now, he wants another orgasm out of you. He nuzzles your mound, licking your clitoris and tonguing your sensitive entrance as you work to stay still. Arching your back, sobbing at the pleasure-pain of it. “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you cry out. He pushes two fingers into your channel, fucking you. You pant at the change.

Yes!

Suddenly, it changed to three fingers, he thrusts his fingers into you once, twice, and by the third one, it’s over. You cry out as another orgasm is ripped from you. Logan keeps thrusting his big, thick fingers into you as his tongue assaults your clit. You try to catch your breath, panting as he doesn’t stop pounding into you and you love it.

The discomfort and forced stretch at your entrance from his knuckles as his large fingers seem to hit so many good spots inside you. Your orgasm keeps peaking.

You become overwhelmed with each peak, which is when the panic sets in. The sudden change to your scent catches him off guard. You’re no longer panting but beginning to hyperventilate. He slowly pulls his slick hand from you, allowing your orgasm to ebb. He carefully sets you down and wipes his hand on the bed as he crawls over you, boxing you in with his arms, setting some of his weight on you, and watching your face. Your eyes are closed while tears continue flowing freely down your temples. You’re shivering and breathing fast in and out.

“Hey,” he gently whispers. He pets your hair and runs his knuckles across the apple of your cheek. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

You whimper, turning your head from him. He slides his other hand under your face and gently moves you back to be able to look at him. He cups your face and runs his thumb along your jaw.

“I need you to look at me, Alex,” he gently coos. You take a stuttering breath before opening your eyes. Your pupils have contracted, red rims your eyes, and you’re still holding onto the bedframe.

“Hi,” he says sweetly with a matching smile. Petting your cheeks. You weakly smile back.

“You okay?” He inquires, eyes your hands on the headboard. You minutely shake your head.

“Can you let go of the headboard?” He wonders aloud.

You shake your head again. You tried a few moments ago and your fingers hurt from how badly you were holding on.

“Can I help you?” He asks for permission, sliding a hand up one arm. You nod. He slides his fingers up your palm and very slowly pushes your hand down. He can see you wince at the change and slowly brings your hand out. He can see the deep indentations from your grip. He repeats this with the other hand, setting them on your chest.

When he sees you broke a few nails in the process, he kisses each fingertip and brings your hand to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he coos. Your brow furrows and lips purse. Sliding your shaking hands up his chest to his neck, and then his face. Your hands shakily cup his jaw, lightly scratching his bearded face with your fingertips, enjoying the texture. A small smile forms on your lips. “You didn’t…do…anything wrong,” you whisper hoarsely at him.

He leans into your touch as you shift your gentle grip and run your thumbs along his jaw and cheeks. “I didn’t take care of you,” he realizes. “I was so focused on what I wanted to do—“

“That was fun,” you quickly interrupt, putting on a forced smile trying to ease his discomfort. It wasn’t his fault. Your brain just does that and it’s been a while since you’ve been in this situation, so you forgot. “Just…a lot.”

He lays his forehead on yours, eyes closed. “I’ll try to slow down a bit.”

You sheepishly grin. “You don’t need to.” He moves his head back to look at you with an incredulous brow. “Just been a while since I’ve played how many orgasms until I pass out,” you admit, grinning widely you end up showing off your fangs, trying to make light of the situation despite your heart still hammering away.

His thumb unexpectedly runs along a fang, and you close your mouth on contact. “Hey, no.”

You grimace, showing off your teeth but they look normal now.

“You have fangs,” Logan states, surprised. You nod. He points with his chin at your teeth and commands, “Show me.” You roll your eyes with a huff, close your mouth before reopening it, baring your teeth to reveal your fangs again—all four of them. All four of your canines are extended, revealing them as fangs that fit perfectly in your mouth. He runs his thumb over an upper. It feels weird and sends a shiver down your spine at the sensation.

“Like that?” He questions and pulls his thumb away. You shrug. “You can be honest with me, bunny.”

“I’m not lying, Logan. It felt weird. I don’t know how to explain it. Shiver ran down my spine, like a tickle or something. I try to ignore them,” you admit.

“Why?” He asks, his thumb running along your cheek again.

“I don’t know what they’re for other than maybe a similarity to how rabbits have these huge incisors. I don’t know why I would need or want them. I’ve even had them pulled out and they grow back every time.” You look at his chest, brows furrowed.

“I think they’re beautiful,” he says against your lips before placing a chaste kiss. You hum and wrap your arms around his shoulders and return the chaste kiss before nuzzling against his cheek with a hum. You two lie there like that for a few minutes as your heart calms down.

He gets up for a few moments to grab his phone. “Let me see your fangs again.” You huff and show them again. He pushes up your upper lip some more and takes a picture. He stands on his knees between your legs and takes an image of you both. You scoff. “Wade doesn’t need more spank bank material, Logan.”

“I made a promise,” he informs. He sets his phone down on the bed and wraps you back up in his arms, nuzzling against your neck. You hum and wrap your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact.

When you start to feel relaxed, you offer, “Can I blow you? Or—or I could ride you? I’m up for fucking you if you’d like. I know Wade has—.” You could feel the slick between your thighs growing tacky and the emptiness of your sore channel becoming more noticeable.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, licking across the seam of your lips asking to enter. You open and push your tongue into his mouth. The two dance, slick, rough, and encompassing. When his tongue wraps around a fang, you gasp, surprised by the harsh tingle down your spine into your core. He chuckles and does it to the next one. You raise your pelvis, trying to get any contact with his cock that’s been lying on your hip.

“Eh uh eh uh,” he warns against your lips.

You whine into his mouth and wrap your legs around him, craving the skin-to-skin contact. “Please?” You pull away and beg. He grins, a hand goes down your body as he readjusts you before lining himself up, thrusting to the hilt inside you. You sob with the sudden painful pleasure of the stretch and fullness of him. Logan remains still, allowing you to adjust. “You’re so tight,” he groans, his forehead resting on yours..

Panting, you whine. Your core throbs around him. His girth touches every delicious spot inside your channel and pushes against your cervix. “Logan,” you whimper. “Move,” you beg. One of his hands is on your hip while the other is gently holding the back of your neck with the fingertips lightly rubbing into your hairline—almost makes you wanna purr.

Logan pulls out only to thrust harshly back, nearly stealing your breath. He thrusts unrelentingly into your wet, hot channel, over and over and over. He speeds up making you breathlessly moan, arching against him. You work to meet him thrust for thrust. His cock slides against every pleasurable place inside sending zing after zing throughout your body. Your mouth opens and panting, tears forming behind closed lids, and you're holding on to him, trying to ground yourself.

His scent is intoxicating, making you dizzy as you roll your hips into each thrust, getting so close. “Lo—“ He spanks your outer left thigh and feels your walls clenching around him. “Daddy,” you mewl, using the correct honorific. His chest rumbles. He bends down and places open-mouth kisses along your neck, finding every sensitive spot and nipping at them. You gasp and moan as he soothes only for him to bite along the tendon roughly. A guttural groan breaks from your throat as he licks and sucks before biting lower. He hums approvingly and repeats before sucking small red hickies up the tendon.

“Again, Daddy,” you pant. “Smack.” Logan chuckles huskily before landing another harsh hit on the same thigh as before while still pounding into you. Your walls clench around him again and he lands a hit on the opposite thigh. Gasping, your core clenches and throbs with each hit.

“Can I cum, daddy?” You breathlessly beg for permission, eyes wide and teary looking at his face. For the first time, he confirms upon seeing your eyes golden: you are an omega.

“Cum on my cock, omega,” he growls, spanking your thigh again.

You purr as he continues to land hit after hit on your thighs and pummels into your channel. Your walls nearly push him out with the next hit, only for him to fuck back in and throw you over the edge. Gasping and groaning, he fucks you through it, extending your release with each thrust. He slides his hand under your lower back to change the angle. It sets off another orgasm and you sob your release with the sudden flood of your slick coating Logan’s cock, balls, and thighs. He growls, thrusting harder, once, twice, thrusts fully sheathed inside you, growling loudly. You feel a pressure pushing on that sensitive spot inside while feeling warmth flood your channel, loving the feeling inside you. You squirm before Logan digs his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder—your scent gland—forcing you to lie pliant as Logan rumbles against you. He slowly lets go and licks your neck even though he didn’t break skin. You purr, truly, shocking Logan. He moves his arms around your shoulders and rolls you both to where you’re lying on him. Your cheek rests on his sternum as you listen to his heartbeat.

“No wonder I prefer knotting dildos,” you quietly observe about yourself. Logan pushes his face into your hair and giggles, really giggles. You playfully smack his chest. “Shut up,” you demand with no heat behind the words.

He plants a kiss into your sweaty hair before asking, “Did you not know you’re an omega?”

“Only know the term in that context from fanfiction, Logan. Must be part of my mutation,” you admit. He groans at your admission. “We can talk about it later,” he offers.

You nuzzle against his chest, enjoying the feel of his chest hair and the firmness of his pectorals, and hum your acceptance. Your eyes flutter shut, exhausted from all the fun.

You don’t notice Logan rearranging you both to sleep comfortably under the blanket. You’re dozing, enjoying forced connection and being skin to skin. You also don’t realize the pictures Logan takes with his phone and texts them all to Wade. He returns to holding you under the blanket, quietly purring. You instinctively cuddle back and nuzzle against him in your sleep.

Logan remains awake in the dark with you asleep in his arms, and amazed at Wade’s ability to create circumstances like these.

This school was your life now, having gone too many nights in a fire proof basement for your ‘out of control spells’ as your father put it. You didn’t have a bad childhood, rich parents each working hard to make their living, sending you to a nice school, college even till you set everything on fire.

You were staying at the college, it was your first month and everything seemed to be going well, your new room mate was nice a beta woman and classes were easy so far. You had your own space some clubs you wanted to check out, new places to see if you ever got the energy. Right now it was study till you passed out, get up go to class, come right back and repeat. It was draining but you needed to get use to it, your mother would call mid week and message every other day. Your father would say a brief hello on the calls but that’s all you’d hear from him, not that you minded. You kept your mutation hidden even if sometimes you felt yourself running a little hotter than usual, sometimes small flames would jump off your skin and you’d stop whatever you were doing, put some music on and focus on the moment. It was the third week, your roommate had invited you to party, you didn’t want to go, but your therapist did say to ‘get out more’ as she put it. So you went, stuck by your roommates side for most of the night till she got pulled away by some guy and they left. You were about to leave when someone approached, another girl in your class, an alpha, you’d forgotten her name but she handed you a drink with a bright smile, sat down with you and talked. It felt nice to laugh about whatever crazy story she was telling, she lived in the country, way out in the country living off home grown vegetables and herding cows. You checked your phone once your drink was gone finding it late so you excused yourself and went back to your room. You found your roommate passed out in her bed and shrugged feeling your head spinning a little, that drink definitely had alcohol in it. You laid down after forcing your jeans and bra off before curling up in and sighing. You awoke to the smell smoke and burning, you shot up, your room on fire, your roommate screaming as flames engulfed her. Your body was on fire also, the flames coming out of you. You tried to stop them tried to reel them in but you had no control, your panic worsened your anxiety worsened and the fire worsened. You heard sirens, shouting and chatter, but all you could do was stand by your roommates bed seeing her charred body. The fire brigade couldn’t stop your fire and you couldn’t cry.

“You’re alright” you frowned looking around seeing no one, but a males voice filled your head.

“Walk outside, we’ll handle the rest” you felt compelled to listen, you walked through the burning hall and outside as the voice said.

“Storm” a man called and you frowned. The world around you stopped, everything frozen but you and the group in front of you. Heavy rain poured down helping stop the flames on the building.

“I can stop this, I’m going to calm your mind, it will feel strange though” the voice said.

It did feel strange your body calming your heart slowing, the flames subsiding, just you, naked in the middle of the campus entrance.

“Jean” the older man in the wheel chair said as you quickly hid your body as the woman came over and wrapped a blanket around you. You thanked her softly shivering but not from the cold.

“Come, let’s get you some place safe” the older man said.

That’s how you met Professor Charles Xavier, Storm or Ororo and Jean grey that day. They said they found you by one of Professor Xavier’s machines he uses. Now you stay here in a fireproof room, with no one else in it, continuing your studies and nobody knew the cause of the fire. The nightmares still haunt you though, your roommates scream, she was such a lovely girl. You found out later that something had been in your drink spiked, majority of the other students just passed out for a day while it turned your powers hay wire and burnt quarter of the college down. You avoided most people, happy in your solitude and avoiding your powers. This school was full of different mutants, still some alpha douche bags around your age but it was a lot less intense and easier. Every time Professor Xavier would ask you to train your power you’d decline quickly and say you were fine with your studies. To be truthful you hated your power, hated the destruction it caused even if majority of these kids had tragic back stories too. You connected with most of the teachers, Jean more so though, Ororo was probably your second, but Jean was an alpha and reminded you of your mother somehow, so you subtly clung to her, made an attachment as your old therapist would call it. Sometimes though you’d catch whiff of another alpha on her, not Scott, Scott was a beta, nor another teacher, it was a strong intense scent you couldn’t pinpoint the smell, Whiskey was one of them, leather it would fade with Jeans scent of Grapefruit and spice.

You were going to see Jean seeing as she was one of the doctors there for some more anti-heat medication, you really wish they would come up with a stupid medical name for the stuff so you didn’t have to say it, even if you were a grown adult. You didn’t knock, figured she knows already with her mutation. What you didn’t expect was to be slapped in the face by a new scent. Slapped in the face was a little excessive, it felt like that though, you stopped in the door way stared at the alpha in the room and forgot how to breathe. Jesus Christ.

You stuttered pointing out the door cursing yourself as Jean smiled a bit.

“I didn’t know someone was here- I’ll um-“ your eyes finally left the male alpha, wondering who he was and wondering why the hell your legs were struggling to hold you up. You almost purred and bared your neck like some cat in heat.

“He was just leaving” Jean gave the male alpha a stern look and he sighed uncrossing his arms and walking to you. You forgot all manners and normal human function as he approached.

“Can I get past you Bub?” He asked voice rough and you slapped yourself mentally.

“Yes sorry, uh bye?” You moved out the way saying goodbye even if you didn’t know him. You heard him chuckle lightly and swore your stomachs did flips.

“You ok there?” Jean asks and you snap out of whatever trance you were in.

“Yes, that was embarrassing, I’ve smelt him on you before it was weird putting scent to face” god help you, you shouldn’t have said that.

“That’s even more embarrassing, I literally hate myself right now” you hung your head and walked over to her desk and sat down.

“You’re alright, how can I help?” She chuckled lightly and you sighed nodding.

“I need more um, Anti-heat pills, maybe some more scent blockers” you mumbled the last part. Scent blockers blocked your scent and others, if he was only briefly staying then good, no more embarrassing malfunctions, but if he was, damn.

“Is he a teacher?” You ask.

“No, Logan is I guess you could say he’s the muscle here even if Charles doesn’t like the thought, Logan’s helped this school more than once, he’s just got back from a mission sometimes he helps trains” she explains as she types on her computer.

“Oh, that’s cool” you say feeling a little stupid as Jean heads over to the locked room in the corner.

“Need any updates on your other meds? You’re going ok? Do you wanna come off them?” She asks.

“No they’re fine, thank you though” you answer as she returns with a small bag and hands it to you.

“Charles asked again if you wanted to join training this Friday?” She asks sitting down again and you tense.

“Oh I’m ok, thank you though” you say and stand.

“I’ll let you get back to work” you smile and say a small goodbye before leaving. You sigh shoulders sagging a little. You’re definitely not going to train now if that alpha will be there.

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