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This night was like so many before and after.
It was rare for you and Logan not to fuck each other to sleep, especially after he’s returned from a mission.
But this one. This one was different.
Maybe it was the fact that you were in your feral phase. Maybe it was how he came back all dirty and sweaty, five kinds of keyed up and looking for an outlet. Maybe it was both.
It was most likely both.
Not like it mattered, seeing as the man had you on your belly with your ass in the air the moment he walked in the door, where you were fresh out of the shower, still only in a towel, and debating getting yourself off since you didn’t think he would be home that night.
Neither of you had a desire or need to wait to get down to the fun part, you’d been walking the line of damp and proper wet all day, and he was hard as steel in the confines on his uniform pants.
So, there you are. Ass in the air while Logan pounds you into the mattress, hands fisted in the sheets as his growls vibrate against your neck.
Your body feels like it’s on fire, and the push and pull of his is only stoking it into an inferno.
His skin is slick against your back, the hair on his chest is a slight tickle that makes your skin tingle.
With his hands gripping the sheet right next to your face it would have been impossible to miss the way the very tips of his claws peeked out from between his knuckles, a slight gleam in the low light.
You’d thought plenty about those claws, how Logan uses them, how strong they are, how sharp they are.
What it would be like if he held them to your throat while he ravages you.
His rhythm faltered for only a second when your much smaller hand wrapped around his, thumb first brushing lightly against the very edge of the skin where the metal protrudes, unsure what it is you’re doing but certainly not against it.
You wonder how many little nerves there are in those spots, he never reacts with pain to his claws but maybe he’s just used to it? A question for later.
Right now, he’s turning his hand to hold yours, an almost hesitation to stop you in the action. “That’s a dangerous game, Baby…” He rumbled in your ear, voice like gravel and pebbles.
“I thought you knew…” You started but are cut off by a whimper as he circled his hips against yours, grinding his shaft up against your G-spot. “I like dangerous.” You managed as your eyes rolled closed, pressing back against him.
He let out a low growl, at your words or at your actions you’re not sure, but his claws are inching out just a bit more, and it makes you clench around him, earning you another growl and a little more glinting silver.
“Fuck, Angel…Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He said as the slow metallic slice of his claws unsheathing fully met your ears.
At their full length they seemed to glow, their sharp tips twinkling with every shift of his hands.
Freeing your hand from under his grip you returned it to where you’d been caressing the base of the blades, feeling him shudder against you at the sensation.
You made a mental note of that as you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and tugged his hand closer.
“That how you want it, Sweetheart?” He said, sounding a little smug. “I can do that.” He finished before he was pulling up onto your knees, chest to back, and wrapping his hand around your throat, bringing his claws less than an inch from your face.
Your pulse jumped as adrenaline leaked into your veins, the natural reaction one would have to having three one-foot-long indestructible razors so close.
But rather than be a fearful turn off, it just made you all the wetter as he continued to press into you, his thick cock stretching you perfectly and his tip kissing your cervix on every thrust.
Logan let out a low rumbling chuckle as you clenched around him. “I knew there was a reason I loved you…” He said teasingly before unsheathing the claws of his other hand, trailing them so lightly along your belly that you couldn’t feel them but for the way the air moved around them, a slight metallic chill that made goose bumps bloom.
Your body melted into his, giving into the absolute control he had over both your bodies and basking in the absolute trust you shared.
It was addictive.
With care he continued to wrack your body with pleasure, filling you over and over till you were begging him to let you cum, and when he deemed that you’d had enough for this round, he lowered you back to the bed, and with one hand pressed to the back of your neck, holding you in place as his thrusts turned punishing.
Skin slapping skin and the wet sounds mixed with the animalistic sounds coming from both of your mouths, your desperate cries and his low growls, as the knots in both your bellies got tighter and tighter.
His grip had returned to the sheets, but his claws remained out, and you watched as his grip tightened on the fabric as he edged closer and closer, causing the blades to tear into both the sheets and the mattress.
When the pressure released and your orgasm washed over you, yanking him right along with you. Both of you careening into ecstasy in a show of shaking bodies, rolling hips, tearing fabric, and names falling from lips in half-finished breaths.
As you lay there, attempting to catch your breaths, Logan let out another chuckle. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet…”
His words earned a breathy laugh of your own. “Good…”