My eyes were suddenly wide open when Logan grabbed hold of my hand,
preventing me from getting closer to my climax. I tried to object but
he just served me up an arched eyebrow and that haughty, sexy smile of
his.
"I said you were allowed to play with yourself darlin'. I never said
you could get off," he said firmly and held my hand in front of his
face. "But it would be a shame to let this go to waste …" And with
that he ran his tongue across my damp fingers, growling while licking
them clean.
"Logan … please … I … I … god …" My body felt like jelly, boneless and
burning with the need to get that sweet release.
Victor had been amazingly patient so far, though now I felt him rake
his claws alongside my bare legs and with one swift, impatient motion
he relieved me of my panties. Pleased at having me naked from the
waist down, he ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs.
Teasing. Tormenting. He was working me into such a state, I wasn't
going to stay sane unless he or Logan did something about it.
I caught Victor's gaze; drowning black and untamed – like he wanted to
eat me alive. The mere sight of him, shirtless, while Logan was still
sucking my fingers clean, drew a strangled sound from my throat. It
turned into a loud moan as Victor pushed two fingers inside me. The
grasp on my thigh became harder as he slowly withdrew his hand from me.
"So wet … so tasty," he growled and slung my right leg over his
shoulder. The heat of his breath spread across my skin as he rubbed
his face against my leg. He was marking me with his feline scent.
Logan seized Victor's hand, grinning.
"I know … she's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted," he said hoarsely
and lapped my arousal from the other man's fingers, enjoying it like
it was the best meal of his life.
Victor just purred. Staring at me the entire time, he growled and
nipped at my calf with those sharp teeth.
"What do you want little Rogue?" he said and ran his claws down my
thigh. "This?" and again he slipped two fingers inside, making me buck
my hips against his hand as he found that sweet sensitive spot that
could send me straight into pure sexual bliss.
Logan let go of Victor's wrist and gently cupped my chin - but I knew
he was about to be anything but gentle. I was certain of this the
moment our gazes locked. If black fire existed, then I was staring
into it.
"You like that darlin'?" he said and slid one hand across my belly,
down the patch of dark curls at the apex of my thighs.
I couldn't think straight, let alone say anything that would come out
as understandable words, not when I had Victor's fingers inside me and
Logan rubbing my clit.
Logan hauled me up against his chest so that he was able to kiss me.
My hands went up to seize two handfuls of his hair as he slid his
tongue inside my mouth. When I was only seconds from getting off,
Victor withdrew his hand. I leaned up to shoot him a furious and
impatient glare. That's when I saw the look on his face - harsh and
demanding, like a man determined to get his way.
Victor shoved Logan's hands away with an angry snarl and buried his
face between my thighs. He held me in place using his own considerable
weight while he licked and lapped at my sex. His feline tongue, rugged
on the surface, but warm and plundering, brought discomfort but with
it such immense pleasure. I began cresting such an intense orgasm, it
literally tried to bow my spine. It crashed over me, spread through
every vein, every cell like molten lava. I screamed into Logan's
mouth, pulled at his hair and shirt as the orgasm surged through me.
We finally broke the kiss; Logan's eyes were glazed with lust and
withheld desire. I glanced down at Victor; he flashed me those pointy,
white teeth in a delighted but sly grin - lips shiny with saliva and
the evidence of my arousal. I made an attempt to speak but seemed
incapable of it, still in the wake of my climax. Victor wiped his
mouth and chin with the back of his hand then licked it clean. Oh he
was behaving like a cat alright. Logan smoothed my hair, nuzzled it
like he wanted to cuddle, pleased at my reaction. I tugged at his
shirt and jeans.
"You haven't had enough?" he murmured against my brow.
Moments later he was gloriously naked; I shivered just looking at him,
at that flawless body. I pulled the dress over my head and dropped it
on the floor. A cell phone started to ring and it wasn't mine or
Logan's. I shot Victor a glance to which he simply shrugged, telling
me to let it ring. Yeah there were other things to attend to, and
enjoy - or perhaps worry about. My mind was so clouded by the sexual
haze, I didn't care enough to worry what was to come. Maybe this was
the calm before the storm because if I were to deny Victor anything,
then he'd surely go berserk on me. His more human persona had already
begun to slip away, just like Logan's. The possibility of that danger
only heightened my arousal, making me sensitive even to the slightest
touch, each heated glance, every emitted growl.
I straddled Logan as slowly as I could, enjoying every second of him
going deeper and deeper inside me, and watching that first wave of raw
pleasure flash across his handsome face.
Victor's cell phone rang again, and it had the most annoying ring tone
I'd ever heard - a tune from some old Disney movie that I couldn't
quite place - but it was obvious he didn't intend to answer. Instead
he just watched me with those intimidating dark eyes while I let Logan
establish a rhythm; fucking me slowly, his head thrown back and eyes
closed. I had no idea what Victor saw in my face but I knew he enjoyed
the show, it excited him to watch Logan fucking me. Or maybe it was
the other way round.
Suddenly Victor was just there next to me, I felt the heat radiating
from his skin - he was naked and more than ready. He knotted a fist in
my hair and without words forced me to let him join. Don't deny me,
his eyes told me, and I didn't. My hands journeyed their way up his
thighs, across that muscular abdomen - nails scratching his skin, not
hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave marks. A slight tremor
ran through his body when I leaned my cheek against him. Maybe it was
too affectionate, I don't know, but something close to puzzlement,
confusion, flashed across his face, and then it was gone.
The grip on my hair tightened as I pulled him into my mouth and ran my
tongue alongside his cock, over the silky smooth head - all the while
glancing up at him through my lashes. I also knew from before that
with Victor, like Logan, it was only a matter of relaxing my throat
and letting him decide the pace, for as long as possible.
Being careful with my teeth was another thing I didn't have to worry
about. I could see it on Victor's face and by the way he inhaled
slowly, that he more than enjoyed the feeling of them almost hurting
him. It was all about the danger and pain, combining with physical
pleasure, and he had me wrapped up in chains - something I never
thought I'd experience with a man that wasn't Logan.
I smoothed Victor's thighs and back while I let him mouth fuck me, one
hand entangled in my hair, holding me firmly in place, and the other
one occasionally brushing my cheek; those sharp black claws running
down my jaw and neck and up again. Logan ran his hands over my
breasts, fondled them, and pinched my nipples when he wasn't gripping
my hips. He fucked me fast and hard.
It was surreal; the three of us together and having two men fight over
me in their own special way. As it was, Logan had the upper hand; this
was his place and he wasn't the one that had showed up on our
doorstep, wounded and asking for help. I strongly doubted he'd
willingly act like a submissive - in fact I wondered if he ever had.
On the other hand, Victor didn't exactly strike me as submissive
either; he could play the game and endure the whole thing, but it was
only temporary - a means to an end. Both Logan and Victor were the
least submissive men I could think of.
I caught Logan's eyes in the corner of my vision; he was watching me
intently, hands gripping my thighs almost painfully hard as he
followed every move I made; and I let him. I let him watch me tease
Victor with my tongue, licking alongside his cock like I was enjoying
an ice cream cone. There was no way either of them were going to give
in or back off; Victor's hands in my hair made sure of that, as did
Logan's hands on my hips as kept thrusting himself in and out of me.
Logan squeezed my hips to the point where I knew I'd bruise. I could
hear myself moan at the pain and the pleasure it brought, and I dug my
nails into Victor's thighs. The more painful Logan's grip became, the
deeper I dug my nails. Logan came hard with a roar, driving himself as
deep inside me as he could. Moments later he was followed by Victor as
he emptied himself in my mouth. I swallowed and then purposefully ran
my tongue over my lips, which earned me a satiated grin in return.
Once again the cell phone started to ring. Victor cursed angrily and
stalked over to the pile on the floor that was his clothes. I turned
my attention back to Logan; he seemed just as satiated as Victor, but
I knew he'd be hard and ready again within minutes. He grabbed me by
the neck and pressed his lips and tongue against mine, not at all
bothered by the fact that he could still taste Victor inside my mouth.
Kissing me thoroughly, he suddenly broke off the kiss.
"Where are you going?" he barked at Victor.
I glanced over my shoulder; Victor was dressed again, wearing the deep
hooded coat that covered his face completely. He gave a low pitched
laugh that made the tiny hairs on my arms stand up. He held his hand
out towards Logan and unsheathed the black claws.
"Business Wolverine." And with that he was out the door.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanx to my main dirty tart SkyblueRae for beta and creative
input. All mistakes left belong to me and not her. Everyone else:
thanx for the fb on prev chapters =)
input. All mistakes left belong to me and not her. Everyone else:
thanx for the fb on prev chapters =)