Examination of a Wolverine

Title: Examination of a Wolverine.
Author: Felicia Hardeski
F_Haredski@hotmail.com
Archive: Yep- just drop me a note please.
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to others. Like Marvel or Hugh Jackman etc etc. Oh and Scott- who is Scott?.
Rating: NC-17 PWP
Summary: hard core J/L smut.

Feed back is given a good home and a hearty meal.


His senses had been under an assault all day, a pleasurable assault to be sure, but one that was unrelenting…unyielding in its persistence. Delicate spice had ticked his sensitive nose, clear laughter had haunted his painfully receptive hearing…but it was the x-rated thoughts that were killing him.

Logan knew he’d been the target of a psychic attack. He was old enough and experienced enough that some slip of a woman woman didn’t turn his thoughts to those of a less tender bent, 24-7.

Maybe 12-7.

But what Logan had been up against…he could feel Jean’s paw prints all through his mind.

Jeanie, that little minx had obviously picked up on his…discomfort…around her of late. Not that he was around her that much, since the god dammed smell of her shampoo was enough these days to make him ground his teeth.

The thing was he’d always admired her. She was bright, and strong. Quick thinkin’ in a spot and not above fighting dirty.

As her powers developed he’d seen her take delight in their use, her ability to incapacitate the enemy.

He quietly noted her secretly relish in their destruction, if necessary.

Charles had confessed recently to Logan, he suspected Jean’s powers were ever expanding, and would eventually surpass even his own. And Logan wondered at the woman and the power she would eventually wield.

The dark pleasure it bought her.

His Jeanie had more than a touch of the wilderness in her, and it spoke to him. Hell, it damned near cried out every-time she was close, and it was all he could do these days not to call back. Logan had often wondered if in her he’d find the mate he’d been searching for, but had always quickly reminded himself not only was she under his tutorage, but relatively speaking she was young enough to be his great, great grand-daughter.

…..still, perhaps it was time to find out.

If invading someone’s mind like that wasn’t an invitation, well shit, Logan didn’t know what was.

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Jean dropped her bag at the door and lurched for the bed, her eyelids drooping. God, the urge to get under the covers was so strong. Teasing Logan was fun, but ultimately exhausting. Sustaining a mental attack on her favourite Wolverine was going to put her into an early grave…

Jean smirked. Implanting sexually arousing thoughts was easily done. Once you knew what turned someone on.

The mental games of suggestion she’d been playing with him, while not strictly breaking any code of ethics, weren’t exactly kosher either.

And ever since Jean discovered Logan’s particular weakness, well … ethics aside, some things were just too tempting.

Stepping closer to the bed Jean stripped, dropping clothes as she got closer to her goal. Groggy and already half asleep from the mental extiontion of the days activities…she didn't know what hit her until it was too late.

She landed on the bed with a barely stifled shriek, a cloud of bright red hair flying around her head, tangling in a rather undignified fashion across her face and chest.

“What the hell..?”

A hand swept the mass of burnished curls across to one side, and Jean found herself pinned under a very heavy, very naked, and apparently very aroused Logan.

“Lo” Je” Jean had to admit she was surprised at the turn of events. This was kind of forward for a man who had been consistently avoiding her. Her usually superior brain might not be functioning at its top gear but she knew a strange situation when it hit her. Especially when it executed a flying tackle and pinned her to the bed.

“What are you – ”

Logan stopped her question by quickly planting his mouth onto hers. It was wet kiss, full of passion and questions- the kiss of a man who had been waiting a l lon long time.

Jean whimpered in distress, re-enforced with metal, Logan was heavy, and he was pressing her so hard into the mattress, his mouth was so violent on hers, she found it impossible to breathe.

She whimpered again.

Logan’s mouth gentled, and his tongue slid into her mouth. Lightly, his tongue rubbed against hers. He teased the roof of her mouth sharply moving down to caress the back of her teeth. Feeling emboldened, Jean swept her tongue into his mouth, and immediately he deepened the kiss, devouring her. Jean closed her eyes and sunk into the kiss.

Logan tasted unique. Like sweet tobacco and bitter beer, but with a metallic tang.

For a time, there was nothing but the wet sounds of the two of them kissing as they learnt each other’s tastes.

Of their own volition, Jean’s hands wandered up into his dark silky hair. Dimly, she realized that the strands were wet. He also smelled really good, a combination of sweat and outdoors.

Someone had just come from a session in the danger room. It made sense, Jean reasoned to herself. The man was sexual high personified after slogging through Xavier’s automated room.

Dried rivulets of sweat clung to him, making him smell alive.

Logan’s mouth left hers and moved across her face. Delicate kisses, sweeter than those she would expect from him baptised the gentle arch of her jaw, moving up to her ear.

Jean couldn't quite stifle her moan. Her ears were seriously sensitive places. As his hot tongue swept across the shell, her hips reacted accordingly and suddenly she was made very aware of his erection pressing into her hip. It was enough to send a hot tide of arousal rushing to her centre.

Logan began to trail equally arousing kisses down her neck, and she sighed in utter bliss, falling into some endorphin induced paralysis. He moved lower and her collarbone received a sharp nip. Then he was at her breast, his rough tongue circling her aureole first before he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Jean groaned as it happened, at how good it felt to have Logan’s mouth on her, sucking at her, pleasing her. A hand found its way into his hair again, and clenched hard. He growled at the sharp pull of pain, and began to suckle and lave in earnest. Jean smiled up at the ceiling. Somehow, she knew Logan would like his pleasure mixed in with a little pain.

Oh, and did the he ever possessed a talented mouth. He may have been a man of little words, but in the end, what his mouth was capable of was amazing.

He pulled his mouth away from her breast, which made a wet popping sound. Their eyes met, and Jean shivered. God, those eyes, she felt a swelling of emotion and tamped it down fast. She looked away.

“What?” He sounded puzzled by her uncomfortable display.

“Logan, why now? You’ve spent months avoiding me and now…oh…” She moaned as he dragged forceful fingers over the crotch of her damp panties. He lent down and purposefully holding her eyes with his, slowly swiped his tongue down the area between her breasts. “You taste delicious, Darlin.’” His mouth moved to her other breast.

“Don’t think...” He commanded before his attention was captured elsewhere.

Jean looked down at him, he couldn't be serious? She moved to rise and to her surprise, and if she was honest, arousal, he pushed her back down and held her pinned to the bed fully by his not unsubstantial weight. His eyes were a bit unfocused, wild. She was excited in spite of herself. There was something about the way that he looked at her that made her catch her breath. Something about the light in his eyes that was familiar, yet not because she’d never seen it in his eyes before.

Realisation rolled through Jean. It was the look she saw in the mirror when she returned from battle, when she’d embraced the role of destroyer, paid mercenary, killer and taker of souls.

Her excitement pounded in her. Here was a Logan she didn't know very well. A Logan who wouldn't take no for an answer, who took what he wanted. It spoke to that dark part in her, and in that moment she embraced it once more, here… now…with him.

"Logan." Was that her voice, so menacing, so certain? She moved her hand to stroke his face, and he interpreted it as movement to escape. Logan made a low sound deep in his throat.

“Fuck that.”

Without warning, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them off her legs.

The barely masked urgency of the movement made her gasp. She shivered in anticipation.

His fingers moved down and worked her, and she closed her eyes to enjoy it. "I need this," he revealed, voice gravely with suppressed need. He leaned down to speak directly into her ear again. "And you want it bad. I can smell it on you." He then slid one long finger into her until he was buried to the knuckle.

Jean threw one arm around his neck to clutch him close, as if the lack of contact would cause him to withdraw. She whimpered in disappointment when he began to slide his finger out, groaning when it returned with reinforcements.

His thumb rubbed in circles over her clit.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Jeanie?" Logan rasped, slim tentacles of astonishment and desperation almost masked by the sheer animal lust in his voice.

She half opened her eyes to see his, so dark and beautifully haunted, staring at her intensely. Logan’s eyes narrowed as they took in her hard pink nipples, her swollen parted lips and the red flush painting her alabaster skin. He could hear her desperately panting breaths, the only answer she was capable of at the moment.

"Oh, yeah," he breathed, satisfaction lighting his haunted eyes. "You want this bad."

Their eyes still connected, she watched as his head dropped back down to her chest. They looked at each other as his hand continued to work her. Another finger joined the others and Jean groaned, stretched wide. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. Another joined, and it was so good. More than she’d ever though it could be. A sound escaped her throat that was half growl, half whimper.

Logan reacted to the primal sound, "I gotta have you now, Jean," he said, his
voice harsh, no vestige of humanity apparent in his eyes.

She nodded weakly, and he pulled his fingers out of her, raising then to his mouth and sucking each digit clean. He ginned, feral and lacking any tenderness.

Rising to his knees, he adjusted her so that she lay in the position he wanted her to be in, flat on her back with her knees up. He braced one arm by her head and lowered himself closer to her, careful though, to hold most of his weight off her. With his other hand, she saw him grasp his cock. Her vaginal muscles gave an involuntary twitch. God, she loved that. Perhaps it could be something they explore later?

A pang of regret brushed at her. Best to make the most of this time…Logan didn’t stick around for seconds…he moved on to a whole other dish.

After that thought, all she could do was feel.

He rubbed the tip of his thick penis against her clit, through her slick folds. Once or twice she felt a pressure against her entrance and she prepared herself for his invasion. It didn’t come; instead he kept lubricating the head of his cock with her wetness. It was like he was marking himself with her scent. It was an incredibly erotic sight and kept her aroused to such a peak that she writhed under him during his ministrations.

"Jean."

It was a few moments before she realized that he wanted more than just her physical response.

"Llllogan?" Did her voice sound as paper thin to him as it did to her? She circled her hips a little underneath him, desperate for his touch. Logan grasped at them, stilling her movements.

"I want you to watch, Darlin’" he said in a low voice.

Her brow furrowed. "huh?”

"While I fuck you," he growled, as he scooped her legs up over his shoulders and pushed them so far back she was almost doubled over on herself. "I want you watching the whole time." Logan lifted her ass, bolstering it with a small throw cushion Jean had on her bed. She looked down, her entrance was open, accessible, vulnerable to his every touch.

Jean mind froze. Logan wanted to watch her as she watched him fuck her. So he saw her every response to what he was doing. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his, eyes that were fully dilated, black pools of ink.

"Look." He demanded in a voice that brooked no argument. She looked down, to see his cock trapped at her hip. Logan placed his hands either side of her head and she watched the tip of his cock move to her entrance.

It was a shock when she simultaneously saw his erection plunge into her and felt it.

She gasped at the dual sensation, closing her eyes briefly to process it all.

Logan stabbed her deeply, roughly, and she opened her eyes in shocked protest. "I want you watching the whole time." He flashed her a feral look, more teeth than smile and it reminded her predator. Jean nodded; gazing down once more at the incredible sight, watching him steadily fill her then withdraw. Feeling the friction, feeling the slight bump and fuzz of his balls brushing against her ass.

Logan withdrew again, and thrust deeply, and she couldn’t help but groan at the sight. She’d always kept her eyes closed during sex. Or kept the light off. Jean Grey was the quintessential good girl, but what Logan did her was so decadently naughty, she couldn’t help but feel wanton. Embrace it.

Jean wasn’t sure what was more arousing; watching him shove his thick, hard erection deep into her, or feeling it. Logan kept up a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with a measured restraint. In this position she was unable to limit the speed or depth of his penetration, which excited her even
more. The giving up of control had never before yielded such pleasure.

"You're beautiful, Jean," Logan gasped.

She watched fascinated, addicted, as his cock, wet with her arousal moved in and out. Her pleasure was building with each thrust.

“Fuck Jeanie,” Logan growled as his hips snapped. "I love the way yer looking. It's so fuckn’ hot Darlin’.”

He thrust faster. “You like what you're seeing down there?”

A desperate mewling was pushed from her throat…the only response she could make.

“I know you,” he gasped. “I know there’s an animal in you too. I want that.”

Jean felt momentary confusion at his words, but now was not the time to dissect pre-orgasmic drivel. For now Jean just wanted to watch and enjoy the divine feeling of being nailed by a pro.

Any pretence of restraint Logan might have had gave to his overpowering need for release, and his assault became marked with purpose, driving them both toward a burning end. Jean gasped for air, her breathing growing faster and faster in time with his thrusts. Light headed, she was light-headed.

In and out, his cock moved with amazing speed. She was so caught up with the sight of it all, with the sensations he was provoking that she was startled when Logan’s flushed face covered her view.

Jean made a noise of protest, but Logan ignored it. Leaning closer, his weight forced her knees to practically touch her shoulders. He kissed her, swallowing her gasps, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, biting it and drawing blood. Jean kissed him back ferociously, their mouths colliding, teeth grinding against one another's. Logan shoved into her so hard that it actually hurt, forcing her to break the contact of their lips and cry out.

“Too much?,” he queried, limiting the power of his thrusts. Jean shook her head. It was a dull kind of pain. One that thrilled her, more than it injured. She shook her head.

“More.”

“Sure Darlin’?” he ground out.

Jean licked her lips. She’d harboured no pretence that this was anything more than a one time deal. Logan’s refusal to answer her earlier convinced her of that. And if she was going only going to get one shot at him, she wanted it to be something she’d remembShe She wanted to think of this night years from now and get wet.

“Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me the way I know you want to… " She gasped as he began to move once more. Hard, shallow thrusts that rubbed at her in all the right ways. Idn'dn't take more than a few thrusts before her climax hit, causing her to tighten her inner muscles as waves of ecstasy attacked her senses.

Logan lent down and attached his mouth to her neck, biting down. Jean gasped as the pain mixed with the high of her orgasm. It was a dark pleasure, one she was unaccustomed to during sex, and the provocative nature of it tightened the loosing walls around Logan’s erection.

She felt Logan swell to a greater size and hardness before he too exploded, and she felt the warmth of his seed bathe her insides.

Jean squealed as Logan’s mouth tore at her delicate skin, another orgasm ripping her in half. Darkness clouding her vision, as she felt her soul leave her, and touch his- meld with it.

The sudden silence of the room was overwhelming.

Eventually, Jean slid her legs off of his shoulders, no small feat considering he was currently resting his weight against them. When she removed this support, he collapsed fully onto her, his forehead pressed to the side of her neck.

“Gark,” she coughed out as his hair brushed the sticky bite mark on throat. Logan, rolled off her and gently touched the area.

“Didn’t hurt yer too much?”

Jean shook her head, gently.

“You are mine now, Jean.” He said meaningfully as he thumbed the mark. “I’ve marked you, so everyone’ll know yer the Wolverine’s mate.” His eyes soft, but his words fierce. “My beautiful, wild woman.”

Jean could only smile, as a ball of contented Logan curled against her side and fell asleep.