Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Chapter 71

Logan woke with a start, his breath thick in his throat. Morning light filtered through the gap in the curtains and he glanced around, making sure of where he was and hoping he hadn’t done any damage to anyone or anything sometime in the night.

A motel on a state highway heading south...somewhere.

His gaze landed on the figure in the next bed, the elf still curled up and sleeping, wrapped in his hologram.

A wave of need washed over Logan and he climbed from bed to stared down at his sleeping lover. He sniffed the air, smelling the latent odors of others who’d passed through this room, sleeping, eating...fucking. But then Kurt’s scent wafted up to him, slamming into him like a speeding semi truck and filling him with the desire to take what was his.

A low growl rumbled in his chest and Logan turned away with an effort that hurt like hell. He sat on his own bed and pulled on his discarded boots. The door opened silently and he slipped out.

The bike sat just where he’d parked it, its tank full. He could grab his pack and be gone before the elf knew what was happening. He could be miles away...far away enough that he couldn’t accidently hurt Kurt with these raging desires and unchained instincts.

A wave of heartache skewered his soul and he turned away from the Norton and headed toward the convenient store across the street.

“Normal stuff,” he muttered. “Just keep yer mind on normal crap. Coffee. Food.”

He stalked through the door without looking up, using his nose to find the coffee.

“Morning,” an older male voice said from up front. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

Logan grunted in response while he poured two large cups full of dark roast.

The bell on the door dinged, but Logan gave it no attention until a young woman stood close beside him...really little more than a girl, probably a few years younger than Kurt.

“Hi,” she said, pushing hair back behind one ear. She had pretty eyes and a pretty mouth, young body lithe and supple. “You staying across the street like me?”

Logan pierced her with a cold gaze, fighting off his body’s reaction to this young thing standing too close. “What’s it to ya, sister?”

She gave a shy shrug and backed up a little. “Just wondering. That your motorcycle? It’s beautiful. I love riding motorcycles.”

“I just bet you do, little girl. Now, if ya don’t mind.” He started to turn then felt her hand on his arm, warm and stronger than he’d expected. The touch sent signals to his body and brain he didn’t need to contend with right now.

She turned on him a sweet smile and doe eyes not so unlike Kitty’s that offered more than interest in his motorcycle.

“I’d do just about anything for a ride,” she said, her voice dripping with nubile eroticism.

A rumble started up in Logan’s chest again, his body trying to take over. “Back off, darlin’,” he growled. “Ya don’t know what yer sayin’...or who yer sayin’ it to.”

He forced himself to walk away, grabbing up a package of donuts and throwing a ten dollar bill at the clerk.

“I’ll be around if you change your mind, handsome,” the girl’s voice following him out the door.

Logan didn’t turn around, hardly checked to see if traffic was coming. He made the door to his room with his breath heaving and his cock hard.

“Dammit,” he hissed, sucking in breath after breath and willing his body to calm down. “Git yerself under control, man.”

Kurt stirred, a hand flying up to swipe at strands of hair across his face. The kid took a deep breath and rolled, blue eyes opening to focus on Logan standing at the small table holding two cups of coffee.

“Is one of those for me?” Kurt asked, shoving up to sit against the headboard.

Logan stared at his lover and licked his lips, imagining the taste of Kurt and the feel of being deep inside that tight little ass, pounding till the elf screamed.

“Logan?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Here.” Logan stalked over and set the cup on the bedside table, ignoring Kurt’s hand out to take the cup.

“I won’t give you cooties. Promise.” Kurt’s tone tried for light, but Logan detected the hurt underneath.

Yet he couldn’t chance touching the elf right now. Not with his cock in an uproar and his mind conjuring less than sweet visions of how he’d take Kurt, with or without the kid’s permission.

“Donuts are on the table. That’s breakfast. If ya want somethin’ else, you have to get it yerself.”

Logan snagged his pack and headed for the bathroom, ignoring the hurt in Kurt’s eyes.

Surely, the kid will get tired of being treated like this and head back home. Surely, he could drive the elf away.

Pain swarmed through Logan’s chest, heartache and regret an agony as real as Mystique’s Wolverine claws gouging into his gut.

He leaned against the closed bathroom door and bowed his head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered. “God, I’m so sorry.”

Finally, Logan pushed away from the door and turned on the shower, hoping to wash away some of his guilt.