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You had tried to goad the truth out of him on occasion. Ordering him a shot, sometimes two, hoping he’d soften that asshole old man exterior. He’d never falter though, either playing off your interrogation or conveniently having to go return the limo for the night.

Strangely, you liked having his company every night. He was good at waring off whatever drunk creep leering at you and just being there while you tried to decompress from the day. He never spoke much, but you didn’t need him to.

It was a Friday night, and it was the first time you hadn’t seen him in his usual spot at the corner of the bar. You didn’t concern yourself with it. You were going to turn in early anyway. Your muscles were in agony after being on your feet all day, and he was probably occupied with a lineup of bachelorette parties.

You closed out your tab, ready to head to your truck. Your eyelids were already growing heavy while you stepped towards the exit, and you were more than eager to go home and pass out. The bar door tore open before you could reach the handle. Your ears were met with the sound of ragged breaths and that horrible cough he had developed the past few weeks. There he was. He looked like he had just crawled out of a fresh grave with how filthy he was, covered in dirt and more than noticeable blood stains marking his white shirt.

He didn’t give you the opportunity to speak, staggering in the opposite direction towards the restroom. You shook it off, not exactly wanting to be drawn into a mess that had nothing to do with you. You continued your way to the truck then, already sweating even though the sun had gone down two hours prior. Hopping in, you sank into the leather seat and immediately switched on the AC as the engine started. Your hand was on the gearshift, ready to reverse and head home.

The moment you looked back, you saw him again, walking still like he was either absolutely shitfaced or he had just gotten his ass properly beat, maybe both. Every corner of your mind told you to keep ignoring him, to just go home and debrief with him about it the next night, but something was stopping you from pressing the gas.

Dammit.

You shut the engine off and hopped out of the truck, immediately rushing over to him before he could slip back into the limo and do something even more stupid. “You’re gonna wreck that thing if you get back in. It already looks like you did a number on it,” you called out.

“Fuck off,” he snarled instantly. “Not in the fuckin’ mood tonight.”

You should have followed his advice, but you stayed. He could barely snake his keys out of his pocket without swaying or stumbling over. Your voice softened, “You can barely stand. At least let me take you home. The limo should be fine here overnight.”

“No,” he growled again, rearing back and even more agitated.

Despite him being in whatever agony, it still shocked you to see him still so ready to bite. You relented, rolling your eyes and taking slow steps away from him. This wasn’t going to be your responsibility… Until you heard the large thud of his body fall against the driver's door.

FUCK.

You ran back to him, still not exactly knowing why you were so concerned. He was probably more than content crumpled on the ground than accept your help, but still, you wanted to try. It was a pitiful sight witnessing him trying to compose himself, a wounded stray trying its best to get back on its feet and defend itself.

With a sigh, you extended out your hand. “I’ll tell you what. I don’t live too far from here. Just come back to my place. I’ll help you clean up, drop you off back here, and then you can go fuck off to whatever else you had planned tonight. How does that sound?”

“Why do you even give a shit?”

You rolled your eyes, “Let’s consider it a thank you for all the beers you’ve bought me.”

He glared at your outstretched hand for a moment, seemingly weighing his options. Finally, he let out a defeated grunt and reached for your hand, allowing you to help him up. He stumbled slightly, clinging to your arm for support as you guided him towards your truck. The drive to your place was filled with silence, the only sound coming from the hum of the engine and his hoarse breathing.

You helped him up the stairs to your small apartment. His demeanor remained guarded when you let him in as if he was preparing for you to attack. Once again, you found yourself wondering what he was running from.

“The bathroom is on the left. I’ll be there in a second,” you spoke while you shuffled into the laundry room to grab clean towels.

“Got any liquor?” he muttered close behind you.

You hadn’t realized he had followed you in. You tensed while you turned to face him, realizing you had only seen him in the typical low bar lighting. The fluorescence allowed you to get a better look at him, taking note of the small scar tissue etched on his face and the gray hair speckling his full beard and hair. There was a pain in his eyes while you met his gaze, so unfamiliar. It wasn’t from whatever brawl he must have walked away from earlier, there was something more there.

You trembled when you felt his fingers brush against yours while you handed him the towel, shaking you out of your thoughts. “Just gin right now,” you said, remembering his question. “Left over from a date. He was a big G&T guy.”

That perpetual scowl molded into a disgusted frown. You did your best to swallow a laugh, not realizing he was a selective alcoholic. “I also have water,” you countered.

“Gin’s fine.”

The bottle was already in his hand before you could grab a glass. He downed the remaining gin in one go, grimacing at the taste but still barely flinching at the burn. You couldn't help but watch him closely as he seemed to come back to life slightly more. An odd man, truly.

"Can we get you cleaned up now?" you ventured after a few moments of silence, trying to break the tension in the room. “Or would you like me to pour you a glass of my finest rubbing alcohol?”

He shot you an irritated look at your attempt at humor, but a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes before he turned towards the bathroom. You watched him with a careful eye as he shook out of his coat. His fingers trembled while he unbuttoned the dress shirt. You reached out to help impulsively but drew back when you caught that glint of fire in his eye. You nodded in understanding and returned your attention back to fetching the first aid kit.

You still didn’t know why you were helping him, why you even allowed him to come into your home. You were both two strangers with no real interest in who you were outside of the bar. Maybe it was empathy, perhaps just curiosity, or something more.

You couldn’t dwell on it more when you turned back around. Your eyes immediately latched to the sight of his bare chest; multiple bullet holes punctured into the taught muscles corded along his torso. He shouldn’t have been just standing there, acting as if he had just received a simple punch to the gut.

He’s a mutant.

It was almost a foreign concept. You couldn’t remember the last time you met one, the news made it seem like they had all fallen the face of the earth after that incident upstate. You bit your lip while you set to work cleaning his wounds, stifling the question at the tip of your tongue.

He winced occasionally as you applied antiseptic, but he didn't protest or pull away. It was as if he had accepted your help, if only for this moment. Your fingers mindlessly traced the last wound, and you were surprised to see he hadn’t shied away from that touch either. “I think I have bandages in the kitchen,” you finally spoke.

“Don’t worry about it; you’ve done enough,” he replied, his voice softer than you had ever heard it. “They’ll heal.”

You shuddered at the last two words, realizing he had practically answered the question buzzing in your head. You took another breath, “Well, I guess I’m all done then.”

You stood up slowly and met his gaze, a newfound vulnerability in his eyes. You flashed him a small smile, not exactly sure how to move forward. Suddenly, everything made sense about him. You wondered why he had let the mask slip with you, why he had allowed himself to be truly seen in a moment of weakness.

“It’s Logan, by the way,” he said, the words catching in his throat as if they were unfamiliar to him.

You furrowed your brow, completely confused. “Pardon?”

He sighed, almost as if he regretted speaking, "Logan. That's my name," he repeated, his eyes searching yours for any sign of recognition.

Oh.

You blinked in surprise, the name echoing in your mind. Logan. The name carried weight. “Logan,” you started, testing out the name on your tongue. “He’s the real you, huh?”

A laugh slipped through his nose, “Hasn’t been for a while now.”

“Oh? So, why do I get to see him?”

You watched him take in a breath, attempting to speak but seized as that cough returned to rake through his body. You reached out, hesitated, then placed a hand on his shoulder. His eyes flickered, but he didn't pull away.

“You helped me out there,” Logan muttered. His voice was harsh as he cleared his throat. “Least I could do was stop lying to you, darlin’.”

Logan had let darlin’ slip out a few times before, typically during the last call while you were heading out. You ignored it for the most part, even with how much it made your cheeks color. He was just an old man trying his damnedest to behave like some Southern gentleman. But you still laughed softly at his attempt at charm, slowly moving your fingers down to every dip and curve in the muscles of his left bicep. You caught his eyes shift down to your lips, something else you had noticed before those late nights. Logan would never linger long until that moment.

“And is that all?” you asked quietly, eyes flashing up to his.

You didn’t know exactly why you were trying to bait him. The man was nearly clinging to life not even an hour prior, and you had reluctantly lent a hand. Maybe it was because you saw that sense of loneliness cling to him; maybe he deserved some sense of comfort after a shitty night.

Or maybe you just wanted him.

It didn’t leave you how handsome he was, even though you did your best to deny it. He was older, but that was never a problem for you. Towering, brutish, and those dark eyes clouded in cigar smoke that would drink in the sight of you when he’d spot you each night.

"If you want it to be. Just gotta say the word," Logan replied, a hint of a challenge in his tone.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you leaned in closer. Your breath began mingling with his. “I don’t think you’re in any condition for a challenge, Logan.”

Your fingers were teasing the worn leather of his belt and tugged at it gently in your direction. Logan caught on immediately, eyes flashing down to your hand and immediately back to yours, darker this time. “Bullshit, sweetheart.”

Rough, calloused flesh gripped the back of your neck and pulled you in closer. His beard grazed your jaw, surprisingly soft. Logan’s lips parted, hunger teeming with each inhale and exhale. His lips met yours in a bruising kiss, mouth moving along yours like he was starving. He gave you little room to reciprocate, one hand tangling further into your hair while the other gripped your waist.

You yielded to him, allowing yourself to mold into whatever Logan wanted at that moment. His tongue slithered into your mouth, stealing each breath from the whimpers in your throat. You were nearly breathless when he tore away, and the soft heat of his mouth pressed to your neck. Logan nuzzled in closer, sucking down on the skin and nipping the smallest bites.

It took everything for you not to give into wanton feelings just yet, but God, Logan was making it nearly impossible with the way he was gripping you, marking you. You shuddered at the heat of his cock pressing onto your abdomen, thick and straining against his pants. How long had he been craving this? Had he feel it before you did?

You swallowed the question when his lips returned to yours. Finally, he let you return the kiss. Your mouth moved eagerly, but you could sense he enjoyed it with the semblance of a smile creeping on his lips. Your fingers rushed against each corner of his bare chest, gripping and kneading the firm muscles but still mindful of each small wound marred on the worn flesh. You grew bolder and let your hand slowly travel down to his waist. Taking a breath, you palmed his length. The groan that poured into your mouth was the most attractive, nearly feral sound you had ever heard. The hunger in his chest grew more fervent when you felt him slowly grind into your hand. You met his pace, stroking him up and down.

The lines of stress and exhaustion finally disappeared from Logan’s face, only to be replaced with a fire that seemed to reignite within him. His grip tightened, pulling you closer, and his kiss grew more desperate as he sought to drink in more of you.

"Logan," you whispered breathlessly.

Hurried, your hands crept up to his belt. You were a mere second away from unfastening it before you felt him snatch your hands into his, rough but nothing too alarming.

“Uh uh, darlin’. Not yet.” Logan cooed. “I wanna see more of you first.”

You hated how the harsh bathroom light revealed how severely you were blushing, but you still obliged. You fumbled with the button on your jeans, trying to undo it as quickly as possible. The heat of Logan’s hands scorched through your ribcage while he bunched up your shirt to remove it. You caught the satisfied smirk ghost across his face while his gaze roved over your body. He didn’t give you the opportunity to take off anything else. His hand clutched the back of your neck once more, pulling in to crash his lips against yours while he ushered you into your bedroom.

You could have sworn you felt something hot and sharp brush up your back when his hands went to unclasp your bra. You laughed at the thought. This already felt like one of the drunken dreams you secretly had about him. There wasn’t any need to fall deeper into delusion.

His fingers laced with yours to remove your panties before you fumbled back onto your bed. You grinned at the smirk that lingered on Logan’s lips as he crawled over you, leaning into the feel of his hand smoothing up your thigh to your hipbone. “Christ, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous. What the hell are you doing in a shit town like this?” Logan said.

You laughed, “I could ask you the same thing, Logan.”

“Don’t belong anywhere else, really.”

You caught a moment of vulnerability flicker in his eye after he spoke. You still wanted to know more, but of course, this wasn’t the night to do it. Perhaps another.

Hopefully.

Logan wasn’t going to give you the opportunity to dwell on it more. You felt him pull away and stand at the foot of the bed, hands gripping your thighs to pull him down along with him. Your breath hitched, each muscle tightening while you felt him slowly spread your legs. All you could hear was the harsh rasps of his own breathing while he drank in the sight of you. The slightest tease of his thumb stroking your clit caused your back to arch, nails digging into your sheets while you let out a soft sigh.

Logan let out a chuckle, his eyes darkening before slipping two fingers into your cunt. “You really do want this, huh?”

It was impossible to speak while he pumped them in and out, each thrust causing your hips to grind against the feel of him. You whimpered when you felt him slip out, senses returning to you while you watched him unbuckle his belt. Finally, he worked down his pants so you could see all of him. He was as large as he felt, still straining against such a defined body. “So do I. For a fuckin’ while now,” he spoke, his voice a deep growl. “Now be a good girl and turn over for me, darlin’.”

God damn. Who the fuck was this old man?

You did as he asked, turning over onto your stomach and feeling his eyes devour you more despite not being able to see. The loud moan you had tried to swallow poured out the moment you felt something warm and wet drag along your cunt. The dull nails of Logan’s right hand dug into your ass, clawing down deeper while his tongue narrowed down on your throbbing clit. It was all too much. The feel of his mouth sucking down harder and harder, the feel of his beard tickling the back of your thighs, and just the feel of him.

It didn’t matter how much you cried out and moaned his name, Logan continued to feast on your arousal, unrelenting. You dared to look back at him and found him down on one knee. Your eyes immediately caught his fingers curled around his cock, fucking himself into his left hand. It just caused even more heat to spread between your legs. God, you loved it.

Logan's rhythm didn't falter when his eyes met yours, his tongue darting in and out of your folds before slithering inside you, lapping at the tender flesh. "Logan..." you breathed, your voice weak but insistent, "Fuck, I- I'm gonna come..."

"That's it, sweetheart," he whispered, tearing away from your cunt to gnash his teeth on the plump skin of your ass. "Come for me."

You cried out again, each moan becoming more desperate as his tongue and mouth worked on your softest parts. When the last shudder had subsided, Logan crawled up beside you and turned you over, balancing on one elbow as he gazed into your eyes. His breath was short and fast, matching your own as your orgasm continued to course through you. He traced a finger along your jawline, down over your neck, and rested there. "Tasted just as sweet as I thought you’d be," Logan purred.

He slanted his lips over yours once more, pouring his own want back into your mouth. Fuck, here you had thought you were going to kill the old man in your bed that night. But you still wanted him, eager for whatever he could still offer.

“You still with me, darlin’?” Logan rumbled.

"Mhm," you manage to reply, your head still swaying at the sound of his voice. "Are you?"

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he chuckled. His lips grazed yours before returning to deepen the kiss.

You fought for control, teeth clashing against his while you pulled his strong, lean form under yours. His grip weakened just enough to push him down beneath you. As you straddled him, your thighs pressed into his, and you couldn't help but shiver at the sensation of each pulsing vein on his length sliding down your slick. You bit your lip at the feel, letting out a small laugh before speaking. “We’ll just have to see, Logan.”

You loved watching those dark eyes roll into the back of his head while your hips rolled against his cock, driving him wild with a purposefully slow pace. You could tell he had been starving, all too apparent with the way he touched you. You wondered if you could sate him, to leave a permanent mark on him. Logan’s hands trailed up your stomach to palm your tits, clawing into the swell before rolling your nipples between his fingers. You froze at the feel, back arching while you gasped.

“You’re not doin’ me any favors teasin’ me like this,” Logan purred, a dark groan scorching out of his mouth. His hands made their way under your ass, lifting you up to meet him. You could feel his head breaching your entrance, teasing and probing before finally thrusting into you in one fluid motion.

Logan split you so perfectly, his length molding into your cunt completely. You didn’t leave him hanging, instantly bucking wildly into him. Logan grinned and his eyes never left yours as his hands tightened around your hips. "You like that, do ya? Gonna take every inch I can give?" he growled.

“Oh, is that all you got, old man?” you laughed, utterly breathless. You did your best to prolong your second orgasm swelling within your core, but it was nearly impossible with the way Logan hammered at your cervix. The rhythm of your hips slowed for a moment while you leaned back, grinding slowly while your hands gripped his thighs for leverage. “I know you’re holding back, Logan.”

Logan's eyes lit up with a wicked smile. "Oh, so that’s what you want, huh?" he murmured, his voice still a feral rumble as he thrust deeper into you, "Want me to fuck you so hard that all you will remember is my name?"

“Please,” you whimpered, your body begging for more.

“Ha, such a good girl,” he growled, lips brushing against your ear as he sat up. “Too good to me.”

You moaned at his praise. Your whole body tightened around his cock as he started to rut into you. Your hands clawed at his back, nails digging into his skin as you clung to him even closer. Logan drove you down onto him ruthlessly. His eyes never left yours, watching your reactions, feeding off your every moan and gasp. You could feel the heat rising within you, clenching around his cock, begging still.

It was obvious Logan loved your neediness, feeding into it with the way his lips found your throat, kissing and nibbling while he buried his face back into your neck. His teeth gritted together as he let out another low growl while you came once more. You could feel the muscles in his back tense beneath your hands as you tore your nails further into his skin. You almost regretted it, still remembering the wounds still etched along his abdomen. But it seemed to be no problem for Logan, especially when you felt his teeth bite down on the column of your neck.

You felt like you were burning alive while the heat of his skin radiated over you, scorching you more and more while he fucked harder through your orgasm. "Fuck, yes..." you managed to rasp. “Logan, Logan…”

“You just might be too much for me. You feel so fuckin’ good,” he purred into your ear, his voice still dark and rough. “I’m close, darlin’. Can you feel it?”

Logan tightened, grunting and licking his teeth while he looked down to see your lips still spread around the shaft of his cock. His eyes were now full of fire, blown out so wildly, giving all that he had left. You reached up with both hands, wrapping them around his neck and pulled him closer, welcoming his lips back onto yours. He all but roared into your mouth, driving into you one last time before he came.

Your vision had almost gone black when you felt him lay back. His hands were still pressed so tight against your hips. “God damn, Logan,” you gasped.

His own breathing was ragged as he let out a laugh. "That's what you wanted, right?"

“Yeah. But I didn’t know you had it in you.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you down to lie next to him. You spotted something flash across his eyes while he took in another breath. “Didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?”

You shook your head, as if he ever could. It took a moment to register the tenderness in Logan’s voice, such a stark contrast to that typical harsh cadence. Maybe it could’ve stuck around for you.

Logan’s eyes were dazed and heavy, body tired, while you watched him come down. He cleared his throat, “I should probably go.”

“Stay,” you implored, almost too quickly. Your hand moved to his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat right below your palm. “Just get some rest, please.”

You saw the argument well up in his throat but bit it back when you saw a small smile playing on his lips. Logan sighed and ran his hand through your hair. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

You smiled up at him, nodding while you watched him sink back down into the bed. That secret smirk crept still marking expression while he propped his head up against his arm, letting himself relax near you.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back,” you said, slowly letting your hand back from his chest when you slipped out of the bed. You shuffled back to the bathroom, gathering the scattered clothes along the floor with each step. You took a deep breath when the door clicked shut behind you, absently folding his clothes while you collected your thoughts.

Logan didn’t owe you this, even after such an eventful night, but you were happy to see him stay. You didn’t know what he was going through; maybe you never would. The least you could have done was let him have one moment where he didn’t feel whatever weight pressed down on him.

You washed up quickly, still partly anxious he would slip out while you were away. But as you opened the door, you were met with the sight of him lying on his side, a hushed snore rumbling through his tired form. You laughed quietly, wondering how else the stray you let in was going to leave his mark on you. Carefully, you crawled back into bed. You kept your distance from Logan for a moment, not wanting to wake him. But slowly, you curled up against the warmth of his back, taking him in for the last time before you also drifted asleep.

The harsh ring of your phone’s alarm jolted you awake in the morning, the Texas sun already burning through you while it poured into your bedroom. You immediately sighed as you sat up, legs fatigued and your head heavy. Your eyes immediately latched on the left side of the bed, empty but neatly made as if it stayed untouched. You had expected it; it was the last thought you had before you fell asleep hours before. But you still bit your lip, overcome with such a bittersweet fucking feeling.

Your alarm was still buzzing in your ear, thankfully shaking you out of your thoughts. You leaned over to silence it, but your fingers were met with a small piece of paper at the end of your nightstand. Reluctantly, you took it in your grasp and read:

Didn’t want to wake you.

Remind me- I owe you a beer tonight.

It was a small cabin up in the Catskills. Ideally meant for hunting, given how small it was, very rustic and not in a quaint way. But Logan had made it cozy enough for when he took you there in the past. It didn’t feel real for him to see you walk through the door now; a little moment that had only been preserved in the back of his memory.

“We haven’t been here in so long,” you hummed as you unpacked.

An ironic laugh rumbled through Logan’s chest at your words. He stifled it once he caught your peculiar gaze, the same one you’d given him for days now. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, baby. I know.”

Your concern softened once you stepped closer to him, slowly taking both hands into his. “Well, you managed to get me all to yourself, Wolvie. What’s on the agenda?”

“Oh,” Logan began, tuning into the contrast of your soft feel against his coarse skin. “I’ve got a few ideas."

Getting settled was first, then dinner. Logan prepared you an overly extravagant dinner, despite working in the tiniest kitchen. He cleaned after, taking his time to do so because he couldn’t keep his eyes off you while you built a fire in the stone fireplace.

You fit too well in the setting, in an actual home. It was his dream, before everything went to shit, to have one with you. Truthfully, it still was. He dwelled on the thought more and more as the night progressed. Eyes still never leaving you as you both sat in front of the fire. Logan would take a sip of his whiskey and try not to lose himself in the thought of a real life with you, a home, and maybe even a little—

“I can’t believe you and Rogue are twins now,” you giggled against your own whiskey glass, running your free fingers against the new gray hairs at his temple.

“What? Now you’re sayin’ you don’t like ‘em?” Logan scoffed playfully.

“No,” you began, taking one last sip of the hot toddy he had made for you before putting it down. “I do like them a lot. Just not used to them yet.”

Before Logan could speak again, you were already positioning yourself to straddle his lap. The feel of your hands returned to him as your fingers ran along his jaw and up to the sides of his face. God, he missed this. Melting into your touch, your warmth, and all but drowning in your scent. Strong arms pulled you in tight around your waist. You kissed him softly, just lingering there to let him taste the sweet whiskey on your lips. It never took long for that hunger to burn into his chest, to let it bubble into a dark groan while he gripped the back of your neck.

It was eating Logan alive not having more of you. His mouth moved against yours frantically and with a determined hunger. His fingers tangled through your hair while the other hooked around your waist. You were so soft, such a contrast to his firm build. He found himself daydreaming again, fixated on building more with you. Some semblance of a little life… a little family.

The thought made him freeze, shuddering a shaky breath into your mouth while he pulled away. It frightened him initially, knowing some poor kid would be born with his mutation, his curse. There was no guarantee that their future was set either, but Logan couldn’t bring himself to let that fear sting at him. Sweet little visions took over, ones of you with a little baby in your arms. His baby, but one the spitting image of you.

“Darlin’,” Logan groaned as he doted on the thought, trailing kisses down your jaw to your pulse point. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he sighed, “My sweet girl.”

Nothing but small and breathy gasps ghosted over his ears. You writhed against him while his hands smoothed up your rib cage and back to your shoulder blades. You were so perfectly molded against him, like you were made just for him. “Logan,” you whimpered, “Tell me what you need. Please.”

Between a small kiss and bite at your skin, Logan chuckled. He wondered if you could read his mind. He pulled back, wanting to see you before he spoke. “Actually, I’ve been doin’ some thinking.”

The hunger in your expression shifted into something more curious. You asked playfully, “Have you?”

“Mhm,” Logan replied, almost too quickly. The thought was still there, lingering on the tip of his tongue. A small part of him always wanted to be a father, but of course, there was never the right time for it. Too much danger surrounded him to ever really consider it. But now, it was all he could see. The vision of you pregnant, the vision of having something of his own to protect and love. “Been thinkin’ we should have a baby.”

Logan practically heard each molecule of oxygen freeze in your lungs when you gasped. He regretted the confession for a moment, darting his gaze away and chastising himself for allowing such a vulnerable thought. But the shock in your eyes settled into something warm when he dared to look at you again. Your gentle fingers combed through the coarse hair of his beard before flashing him a warm smile. “I can’t deny that I’ve thought about it before, Logan. But do you really want to?”

“Oh, there’s nothing I want fuckin’ more, sweetheart,” Logan rasped against your lips. He didn’t leave any more room for discussion once he claimed your lips again. Hunger teemed with each kiss, almost bruising, while Logan moved you both to the floor. His t-shirt was gone the moment you touched the ground, and like a magnet, his hands moved to your little nightgown. Bunched into his fist, the silken fabric was gone just as quickly, along with his jeans.

“Just think about it,” Logan continued. He hovered above you, watching just how your naked form glowed from the light of the fire. It made him all the hungrier, drunk on the reverie still. His head lowered to your stomach, letting his nose run along the smooth skin before pressing soft kisses. “Belly all full of my baby.”

You simply hummed at the remark and let your body writhe while his fingers wandered up your torso to your breasts. Mouth all but watering, he took both in his calloused hands, taking turns to let his lips brush against each nipple. A dark laugh slipped through Logan’s nose as he heard your sweet little inhale, watching your back arch to grant him more access. “Your tits are gonna get bigger too,” he murmured before tightening his teeth around one tip.

“Oh, are you saying they’re small?” You attempted to laugh, too consumed by the feel of his mouth to feel properly insulted.

“Didn’t say that, darlin’,” Logan hummed. The sweet taste of your skin lingered on his lips while he dragged them to your sternum. “Can’t a man want more?”

“A greedy one, maybe,” you teased.

His dark eyes flashed up to yours. They were soft, always were when he caught you looking at him. Logan nuzzled his face further into your chest once he felt your nails comb through his wild hair. “Tell me you want it,” he murmured against your skin. “Tell me you want my baby.”

Logan expected to hear your breath hitch again, to strike that reluctance within him again. But instead, he felt you melt more under his touch, molding so perfectly against his strong build. “You know I do, Logan. I wanna give you a baby.”

It’s all he wanted to hear. All he needed to hear. Slowly, he moved back up to steal your lips for a gentle kiss. He missed your sweetness so fucking much, especially when he felt you smiling against his mouth once he broke away. Logan mirrored you, grinning more than he ever had in years.

“I gotta give my sweet girl what she wants,” He rasped.

Before he could move away, you caught his lips again. You swallowed each starved moan, scorching his throat with each sweet kiss. Your arms tangled with his, fighting to close the remaining space between. A barely human growl poured into your mouth once Logan felt your legs spread beneath him. He wanted to stay this gentle with you, to savor all this tenderness he had gone without. But that hunger was burning through him more and more. The ridge of his hard cock rested so dangerously close to your soaked cunt and fuck, you already felt so perfect.

Eager lips pressed kisses to his chin, his cheeks, his brow, until they trailed a path to his left ear. “Well, daddy. Are you gonna get to work then?”

If there was any signal for Logan to pin you down and fuck a baby into you, it was right there and then there. But still, Logan waited, too occupied with how that little pet name shot lightning straight to his core. He took one last taste of the want spread across your breathless lips and groaned, “Daddy’s gonna fill you up. Don’t you worry.”

Logan steadied himself on his hands and knees. You followed, trying to steal one more kiss before you felt his touch dip between your legs. The slightest touch made your body tighten, bending like a bow to silently plead for him to touch you more.

“You’re so ready for me, huh?” Logan laughed, using two fingers to spread your folds apart. You were so wet for him, feeling silk-soft while he swirled your around your clit. He teased you for a moment and just let his fingers massage the slick flesh. It was the sweetest sound to hear you cry out once he pushed two fingers inside you. Prettiest sight too, watching your hips start buck and body writhe while you fucked yourself into his hand.

“Fuck, daddy. Oh–”

Any other little plea was stifled once Logan curled his fingers into a circle against that little rough spot. He thrust them harder, quicker, until there was a mess leaking onto his hand. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

Logan’s eyes stayed locked on you. He knew you were close, so telling from the way your moans grew more hushed and the way your pussy clenched tighter and tighter around him. He didn’t slow his pace or grant you any other mercy. Logan remained steady, twisting his fingers this and that way to watch you unravel even more.

Your orgasm came with a keening cry, head thrown back, and tears of pleasure welling in your eyes. The darkest grin stretched across Logan’s face as he lay back down with you, all too satisfied with the way he could make you come undone.

Your hands pawed at him, too overcome to vocally tell him you wanted him close. Logan already knew and crawled back up to you, still smiling softly while he hushed your faint sobs.

His lips traveled back to your cheek and kissed away a falling tear. Logan lingered there for a moment. He felt like he didn’t deserve to see such a perfect sight after years and years of endless nightmares. It still didn’t feel real to see you, nor did it feel real to feel your fingers run through the little gray reminders of it all in his hair.

It was the hundredth time Logan swallowed saying how much he missed you, how he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight again. But you were doing a terrific job of distracting him from himself with the way you kept rocking your hips against his, letting your slick grind against his heavy erection. “Daddy’s got ya, sweetheart. Gonna give you what you need.”

The rough pads of his thumbs pressed gently into your hips, guiding you to roll over onto your tummy. Logan could already hear your breath quicken, and he spotted your hands digging into the rug. A low groan rumbled within him while his eyes loomed over your arched back and down to your plump ass. The heat lingering on your skin flooded all his senses. That primal need was burning through his chest. He kept that wildness at bay, wanting to savor the feel of your velvet walls while his cock took you.

You simply whimpered at first, back arching and angling your ass up more to give him more access. “Oh my god, Logan–“

Your silken, tight heat wrapped around his length was all he could think of, all he could crave. His hips thrusted in a steady motion to let him stretch you further and bring out more of your sweet sounds. It was too much for you, always was. Logan felt your muscles tremble once the grind of his hips grew more fervent. The tip of his cock was already drumming away at your cervix, just driving the need to knock you up more. He couldn’t take it. The beast within him tore its way out, driving him to claim more of you. Logan closed the space between you with his left arm, moving to hook around your arms, heart pounding wildly against your back now, too.

“Gonna let me knock you up, baby?” Logan asked in a harsh breath.

“Yes!” You cried out desperately. “Fuck, yes. Logan, please. I want it— want you so fucking bad, daddy.”

Logan flared his teeth like fangs as he smiled against your skin. He knew you were telling the truth, all too apparent with the way your pussy clenched so tightly around him. He began to fuck you harder, deeper. That desire to possess you, breed you, drove him to cage you in closer to him.

You had little room to move, but you didn’t voice any complaints. It just drove you to come again on his cock. You squeezed tighter around him, your heat clenching more to take in all he could get. Logan loved it. The more you gave, the more he wanted.

Your little gasps had grown softer, only to grow louder and more pleading once his teeth sank into the tender flesh of your shoulder blade. A growl hissed through his tight hold until the taste of copper crept onto his tongue. You were wailing out like a cat in heat, yielding to him as he marked you.

His sack tightened the more he felt your curves bounce under each hard thrust. Logan’s claws slowly began to split through his skin, helping him keep you caged in until hot jets of his seed filled you completely. His vision nearly went black once he emptied his load, cock still slowly spearing into you while he came down.

Neither of you dared to move. Logan stayed buried deep inside you until his claws retracted back within his flesh, and you collapsed onto the carpet. In between his tired groans, Logan let his tongue clean the crimson trickling down your trembling form. You were whimpering beneath him, and he did his best to soothe you, peppering small kisses along your spine as he pulled out. “Pretty mama did so good for me,” he whispered to you.

Gently, Logan helped you turn over on your back. You were still breathless, cheeks colored, and trying to smile up at him. Large hands lingered on your stomach for a moment before smoothing down to your legs. You laughed quietly when you felt Logan start to hold them in the air. “You really do want this, huh?”

That familiar small smile crept onto Logan’s lips again. His entire world was right there beneath him. “I do,” he admitted, pressing a small kiss onto your ankle. “I don’t wanna lose any more time with you, darlin’.”

He watched your face twist with confusion, something that was a little common after he came back to you. But it softened quickly. “You’re not going to, Logan. Especially now if this takes.”