Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Chapter 89


Kurt panted into the mattress beneath him, clinging to the sheets for support. Pain radiated out into all parts of his body. Strained muscles, aching lungs and throat...raw rectum.

Logan slowed his pumping, gravelly moans and guttural growls starting to fade.

Would this be the last of it? Would Logan finally be sated? Would the drug be sated?

Logan collapsed onto Kurt’s back, pressing him further into the bed. Struggling, Kurt turned his face to gasp for breath. He bit down on his lip to hold back the agony his body felt, bit down to distract him from the throbbing cock inside of him.

Hands stroked over Kurt’s sides, slid up his back to brush his hair from his neck. He flinched in fear of the teeth that had ravaged his neck and shoulders, pushed back at the memories of Sabertooth and the endless rapes during his captivity.

This was not the same. He could leave any time he wanted. He could “pop” out of here and leave this insanity far behind if he so chose.

And go where?

No. He stayed because of love and Logan’s need. And he’d stay until the drug had finished hurting Logan.

And then what?

He was going home. Back to the institute with or without Logan.

Kurt squeezed his eyes closed and shoved the thoughts away when Logan moved, steeling himself for another round.

But instead, Logan pulled out of him and rolled to lay flat on the bed.

Kurt stole a glance over at his lover.

Logan’s cock still stood up straight, but the obscene throbbing had stopped. Eyes closed, Logan lay on the bed, chest heaving from exertion. His fingers rolled into fists then opened, over and over again. And Logan’s skin was pale as if the natural color had seeped out of him...as if the blood had been drained from his body.

Shoving up to one elbow, Kurt leaned up over Logan, tentatively reaching to brush hair from Logan’s face. He leaned down and placed a kiss on his lover’s forehead.

A sob rose up and rolled out of Logan, a wracking wave rushing to crash against the boulders of Logan’s sanity.

“It’s all right, my love,” Kurt whispered, maneuvering Logan into his arms as if his lover were a child. “I’m here with you now. And we are going home soon...very soon.”

Logan clung to him, shaking his head.

“Yes. We are going home. No arguments. No discussions. Do you hear me, Logan?”

Nothing for a long time, no gesture of denial or compliance. But Kurt held firm. This was the moment of decision. And this time, Logan would comply with Kurt’s wishes or...or.... Pain gripped Kurt’s chest and twisted. He sniffed back unshed tears and forced himself to remain strong.

“We are going home, Logan.”

Finally, a nod came against Kurt’s neck. A weary smile pulled at Kurt’s mouth and he kissed his lover’s hair and held on.