Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Chapter 83


Kurt woke to fading light outside the half closed drapes and his body’s aches diminished by the lengthy nap he’d obviously needed. His half hangover had disappeared all together and he stretched, feeling better than he had when he’d awoke this morning.

Glancing around the shadows filling up the room, he admired with languid ease, the beauty of the lodge Annie had suggested to them, when Logan had asked and insisted money was no object.

Though the cost per night was exorbitant in Kurt’s opinion, he hadn’t cared and now he was rather glad they’d splurged. The king size four poster bed piled with down comforter and crisp, cool bed linens of the finest quality seemed a just reward after the night before.

Perhaps he and Logan could make love in this cozy room with stone fireplace and exquisitely handcrafted furniture, purposely fashioned in a mountain rustic style. Perhaps they could lay together, naked bodies entwined and lounge in the comfort of such homey opulence.

‘Or not,’ he thought when the reality of Logan’s current primal needs rose up to remind him just why he’d needed to rest for most of a day after a night of the most brutal consequential sex of his short life.

He let out a sigh and turned onto his back, forearm resting across his eyes to block out a ray of setting sun stabbing at his brain. Kurt lay there dozing until a niggling worry coaxed him awake, doubt driving comfort from his recent sleep. He glanced over at the clock and worry became fear that Logan hadn’t been able to resist the urge to ride on down that road and not turn back.

Sitting up, Kurt tried to shake off this growing fear. Logan had promised he’d be back...so Logan would be back...soon...tonight...just as he’d promised.

Please Logan.

Turning on the television with the remote, Kurt sought to distract himself from his unease and doubts, but nothing on the monitor could distract him from his own betraying thoughts.

His stomach growled with need and Kurt chuckled to think that only his stomach didn’t care whether Logan came back or not. Hunger was hunger regardless and forced him from bed to rummage in his pack for snacks.

Munching a candy bar, Kurt pushed back the curtains and the brisk mountain breeze stirred his fur and tingled across his flesh. He cleared his head with a deep breath of the fresh air and pushed open the french doors out to their second floor balcony.

Kurt leaned there against the railing and watch people strolling up the stone walk to the great lodge for dinner or drinks in the bar. No one paid much attention to him, his image inducer hiding his true appearance from scrutiny.

Finishing his candy bar, Kurt thought of calling someone on his cell phone just to hear a sane voice; The Professor or Rogue or maybe Cassie, but the mountains had proven to disrupt cell phone usage and after trying more than once, had finally given up. And these mountain retreats seemed to have something against providing telephones in the guest rooms.

With a sigh, Kurt turned back to the room, unsure of what to do.

“Hey, elf,” Logan’s voice sounded from below.

Kurt rushed to the railing and looked down. Logan beamed up at him, a relaxed smile on his mouth and his helmet under his arm.

“Logan! I’m so glad you’re back!”

“Catch.” Logan pitched his helmet up to Kurt and with a leap, swung up over the railing and onto the balcony. Without a pause, Logan pulled Kurt into his arms and kissed him. “Hey, baby,” Logan purred into Kurt’s ear.

“Hey, yourself,” Kurt replied and turned them toward the privacy of their room. “Is the door broken or were you just trying to impress me?”

Logan chuckled low in his throat. “I’m always tryin’ to impress ya, sweetheart.”

Kurt shook his head in bemusement, dropped the helmet into a chair and wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist.

“You seem in a good mood,” Kurt offered, trying to gage Logan’s temperament. “You enjoyed your ride?”

Logan kissed his again, a loving kiss that sent a thrill through Kurt’s body, and moved away to kick off his boots and run his hands through his hair.

“Yeah. It was a good ride. I stopped by a roadside trail and hiked up to the top of a ridge. Spent some time thinkin’ about...about...everythin’...nothin’. Know what I mean?”

Kurt hesitated then said, “yes, I think so” He followed after Logan and added, “sort of meditating?”

Logan gave him a raise of one eyebrow and a quirk of the mouth. “Somethin’ like that.”

“So,” Kurt said, determined to draw Logan out. He leaned against one of the bed posts and glanced over at Logan. “Did you come to any conclusions about everything and nothing?”

Dark eyes glinted in the fading light, sparking with one last flash from the setting sun. Logan came to Kurt exuding that primal energy, contained by will alone. Reaching out, Logan stroked Kurt’s face, brushing hair back behind his ears. Fingers gently gripped his jaw, Logan’s other hand moving behind to gather him close.

“One thing,” Logan said just above a whisper. “One thing, elf.”

Kurt stared into his lover’s eyes and felt lost there, wandering deep in the darkness of love and passion.

“What?” Kurt finally managed to ask.

Logan tilted his head and moved in to kiss Kurt’s lips, their tongues dancing and dueling with an ease of familiarity.

Logan pulled back and Kurt’s breath caught, forcing him to swallow hard.

“That I love you, Kurt Wagner, more than life, more than my own soul, more than I know how ta express ta you.”

A smile pulled at Kurt’s mouth and he let it go, so relieved at Logan’s words. “You...you just expressed it very nicely, thank you.” Kurt ran a hand down Logan’s arm. “So, does that mean you’re starting to gain control again?”

Logan’s expression brightened and he nodded just a little too readily. “Maybe...yeah, I think I am. I can kiss ya and hold ya without rippin’ yer clothes off.” Logan raised his eyebrows as if expecting positive reinforcement. “Ya think?”

Kurt gave Logan what he needed. “Yes, that sounds quite promising.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t wanna rip yer clothes off. Just that I can control myself if I need to.”

“Of course, how could I think otherwise,” Kurt said encouragingly.

Logan’s gaze heated up and he pressed Kurt into the bed post with his body. “But ya know, elf, I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout ya all day. Needin’ ta make up for how I treated ya last night and this mornin’.”

Kurt let his smile turn coy. “And how do you intend to...make up for your behavior, Logan?”

Logan pressed a kiss behind Kurt’s ear, tongue running up to the tip and back down to kiss once again just behind. Kurt’s body trembled with the delight of Logan’s mouth and now the hands roamed down his sides and along his tail, stroking the base until it unwound from his waist and snaked out beyond the confines of his image inducer.

Kurt let out a sigh of longing when Logan’s mouth trailed along his collar bone and up his neck on the opposite side, kissing behind that ear as well.

“I wanna give ya somethin’ special, sweetheart,” Logan growled into Kurt’s ear. “Somethin’ I haven’t been able to give ya in a long time.”

Kurt felt as if his body was melting, his knees threatening to give way. But he let Logan’s weight hold him up and reveled in Logan’s touch.

Hands moved to grip his shirt, tugging the garment over his head and Logan’s mouth caught his, kissing him hard, yet Kurt sensed Logan’s control holding back the beast.

Those same hands worked their way down to his belt, working the buckle loose. Kurt gasped as Logan slid down his body, dragging Kurt’s trousers down to puddle at his bare feet.

Logan’s mouth nipped and kissed Kurt’s belly, kissing along thigh and back to groin. His cock throbbed with need and Logan’s tongue licked out, stroking from root to tip.

Kurt gripped Logan’s hair, tugging gently. “Logan,” he gasped out. “Should you?”

Logan gazed up at him with a desire so deep, it glinted in dark eyes like diamonds. “We’ve already gone way beyond this, sweetheart,” Logan replied with a heavy breath. “We’re done with that, elf. Now let me give you this. I owe you so much, baby.”

Kurt shook his head. “We owe each other nothing. We love each other and that is enough.”

A little grin stole across Logan’s mouth. “Then let me have this, cause I want to.”

“Then this you can have,” Kurt replied and smoothed Logan’s hair. He leaned his head back against the bed post with one hand holding on behind him and one hand on Logan’s head.

Logan’s mouth enveloped him, sucking hard and letting his cock slide back out. “Oh mein gott, Logan,” he moaned, biting back a louder exclaim. “I am yours...forever.”

“Ya better believe it, darlin’,” Logan growled, tongue stroking his cock, teeth lightly nipping along the shaft.

Kurt let the physical pleasure and the emotional swell roll over and over him with each stroke in and out of Logan’s mouth. So many terrible things had come and gone since they’d allowed this much intimacy, so much that had change both of them in such a short time. But Kurt didn’t want to think of those terrible things and he pushed away all thoughts except how wonderful he felt, how delicious Logan’s hot, moist mouth felt wrapped around his rock hard cock.

Hands stroked the base of Kurt’s tail, adding to the pleasure of the moment, the pleasure building, pushing to escape, pushing him towards the peak until his cock exploded and Logan drank his cum down and licked him clean.

Breath heaving, Kurt clung to the post, his tail wrapped around for further support, but he hadn’t needed to worry about collapsing for Logan’s strong body moved back up his own and pulled him close.

The taste of sex mingled on their tongues and lips, the kisses deep, yet gentle and restrained.
Kurt finally opened his eyes when Logan pulled back a little.

“Been a while, huh?” Logan said.

Kurt nodded languidly. “Too long.”

Logan’s fingers brushed the hair from Kurt’s face, trailing along his cheek. “Way too long, elf,” Logan said, a shadow darkening the otherwise perfect moment.

Reaching down, Logan tugged Kurt’s trousers up. Kurt offered him a surprised cock of the head. “Don’t you want me to do the same for you?”

“Ya better believe it, darlin’,” Logan said again with a grin. “But let’s go get some dinner. Now that I’ve had an appetizer, I’m hungry for an entree.”

Kurt laughed and zipped up his pants. “If you’re talking about food, I agree. I’m starved.”

He heard Logan in the bathroom, running his razor, brushing his teeth. Logan came out pulling on a clean shirt and running fingers through his hair.

“You clean up well,” Kurt offered, grabbing his jacket.

Logan pulled on his leather jacket and wrapped an arm around Kurt’s waist. “Only for you, elf. Only for you.”