X-Men Porn Story: Blood

It flows,
Collects and pools against alabaster,
Warmed by a body that releases it’s richness,
A chalice to be emptied by my eager mouth.’

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Exactly when this whole mess opened upto him he never really knew, perhaps it was the way everyone expected him to play the leader. How Ororo suddenly dropped the mantle of ‘Fearless Leader’ on his shoulders, trying in all her actions to castrate him and turn him into Scott.

Shit she’d even gotten him doing the damn classes he used to do, albiet with a little bit of help when it came to the exams. Yet while in the day he could be somewhat what they all needed from him, it was the night where he became the opposite.

He’d stalk the hallways, hunting for something to kill, to carve up, as if being here, chained to one place gave his darker side a need to destroy what was here. An it was that darkness that had led to where he was now, buried ball deep in a kid he’d promised to protect and loving every fuckin minute of it.

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She’d been off with him, avoiding him, she’d wave and smile but then she was gone. Lost in the crowds of kids that were streaming into the mansion, there was something wrong with her and it took him two months to find out. Even that was through eavesdropping outside Ororo’s office door.
“Ah’m fine.” Her voice was strained, scratchy as if she’d been crying.
“Rogue we all know you’re not ‘fine’, what is it? Is it because of the cure? Are people hurting you?” At the mention of the cure Marie went to get his nerves fired, he remembered that night. Where she stood there in front of him and asked for his help, oh she asked alright in her own way. An he’d been too busy with his thoughts about a suddenly available Jean Grey who was in the clutches of a mad man.

Thing was in the end it was where she’d wanted to be, took him killin’ her for him to realise that. Whoever he’d thought Jean was had already died at Akali Lake. What had been there in the forest had been the Phoenix, she hadn’t cared about him, didn’t want him. She’d just wanted to see if he’d run to her, which he had like a stupid puppy, hoping she’d touch him, let him rescue her from herself. Xavier had been right, the real Jean hadn’t been really ‘real’, underneath she’d been worse than he was. She’d destroyed because she could, there was no cost too great for her to get her own way and she’d have killed him too in the end.

It had been on the long trip back home that his mind had finally worked out what he’d lost. After the funeral of Jean, seeing Marie stood there, her heart in pieces still as Bobby wrapped his arms around Kitty. She’d lost herself along the way, the journey to being ‘normal’ had cost her too much. Bobby was with Kitty because the battle had cemented their belief in each other, that they had each others backs. And that had smacked him in the face, the promise he’d made to her, he’d told her the same but when had he delivered lately? She’d looked up at him then and he’d seen the pain in her just before she’d closed her feelings down. Locked them away and hidden behind her new status as ‘human’ in a mutant world. Even now she was a pariah, a freak among the freakshow. Shit even Leech got better treatment than she did.

He’d been oblivious to it until he’d heard her crying through Ororo’s door, the bitterness that flowed from her, the pain in the few words she’d uttered to hide again. “Mah, skin isn’t the problem anymore, it’s comin back. All of it. Ah touched Jubilee in the kitchen an Ah felt her thoughts in mah head. Just her thoughts, it’s weaker but it’ll get stronger, Ah know it will. Soon Ah won’t be able to touch again.”

Exactly why he’d felt an elation at her words he couldn’t place but he had, the selfish bastard that he was did find that news truely heartwarming. He’d backed away from the doors and skulked in a corner, watching the doors where she couldn’t see him. It didn’t take long for her to come out and he could see her pain overlaying her skin like a shawl. She flinched when people passed her, afraid again, hiding, unsure of herself and deep inside him something woke up and smiled.

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He did his work, kept himself at a distance, but he could see her need as if it were written above her head. Jubilee was bein a friend, being with her, helping her to have some point of contact in the world around her. But apart from her she was withdrawing into her shell and he liked that. Soon she’d come to him, he could sense it, checking that she still had a place with him, that he still wanted to know her.

Oh yeah he did, he did want to know her, but even he was surprised by which route it took and why.

He’d been drinking down in the rec room, his body suffused with a languid hatred that had him shredding the sofa he was sat on. So when he’d eventually pulled his carcass to bed he’d been surprised to say the least to find Marie laid at the foot of his bed. Curled up over a shirt of his, eyes tight shut, body shuddering a little as the light from the hallway fell on her.
Now if it had been the morning when he’d gotten in he’d have woken her, told her to go back to her own room but it hadn’t been the morning. It was night and night was his to do with as he pleased and now so was she.

He’d watched her for a few seconds, the easy breathing, her form curled up so small, so fragile. Her skin on show, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, she felt safe here, wrapped up in his world. Not knowing he would be back before morning, he usually kept out of his room when he was feeling this bad. But he let her scent fill him, the air of salt and pain that covered her attracted his attention drawing him closer until his body was directly next to hers. It was then he caught the other scent, the one that threw switches in the darkest part of him, the one that made his hackles rise.

Blood.

Not arterial blood, that was copper, nor was it the fresh steaming iron rich blood of the torso and lungs. This was different, deeper, richer, earthier and Marie was covered in it. His eyes scanned her for injury and came up empty but they did see a small pink frayed string edge peeking out from her shorts. Stuck to her ass, telling him everything he needed to know, she was bleeding and he was suddenly as hard as a rock.
All the barriers of the daytime weren’t here, she was female, in heat and on his *bed*. A part of him was trying to still the hands which were moving her on his bed, using the fabric on her upper arms to unwind her. The shirt she was wrapped around fell onto her thighs, he wasted no time in pinning her down. He was covered, all apart from his hands and the shirt would do as a barrier. Checking her state of sleep he had to wonder just what medication she’d taken to be out while he moved her around on his bed. Under her left arm he found the plastic packaging of something, he pocketed it for now. He’d check it out later but for now he wanted to explore what was here in front of him.

Spreading her thighs wide, dropping one foot over the foot of the bed, using his hand to keep her other leg wide. The shirt protecting him as he just ate up the sight of her laid wide open to him, chest heaving in sleep, her body relaxed and pliant. Her bare hands now on her breasts, the nipples standing proud as they responded to her touch for a moment before dropping back under the cover of shirt. Shaking her legs he dislodged her hands, he wanted to touch them himself and he laid himself over her. Resting his aching groin in her cradling hips, the growl out even before he knew it was there.

Hands either side of her shoulders, he ground his erection into her aching centre, the scent of her blood driving him crazy. He really wanted to fuck her, rip her open to him, drive into her until she was used up and sore. But he couldn’t without killing himself, this would have to do….for now.
He didn’t waste time, dropping his head to her breasts, suckling them through the shirt she wore. Raising her nipples into hard pebbles which he suckled hard, his hand worked on it’s own as it freed his erection against her shirt covered body. He needed to feel her, needed to have her, rubbing against her soft mound, sensing her own body’s scent changing as the friction stimulated her clit. Growling as he covered her smaller form, dominating her, drowning her in his frame, taking what was his, biting her skin under her breast as she shifted her thigh up and over his own hip. Even drugged her body responded to him, to his thrusts into her sex, her eyes flicked from side to side under her lids. His own breath deepening as his hips ground down into her own, anger powering his movements, he wanted her, all of her and she’d give him it.

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The day had been a bad one from the beginning, her own skin was beginning to fight back against the cure.

Cure.

She scolded herself for even believing in the word, there was no cure for what she was, she was poison, simple as that. So when she’d found out that her skin was returning to it’s poisonous state she’d just begun her slow slide into withdrawl. Jubilee was trying to get her to go out like she had done, a brief flowering of freedom until the cruel winter of her life had returned. So she’d done what was expected of her, did her classes, helped out with everyone. It was only when Ro’ had caught her silently crying that she’d been dragged into her office to be ‘talked’ to.

As the words came out she could see the almost relief covering Ro’s face, that she was becoming a mutant again. That the others who’d taken it would become mutant again eventually, she might have been happy about it but for her it was a disaster. Bobby had rejected her and she’d thought that she could cope with that, now she could touch anyone she wanted to. But now she’d lost that as well, she couldn’t even go to Logan for support anymore.
Ever since they brought Jean’s body home, the claw marks in her side obvious for everyone to see. He’d been distant from everyone, she knew there was something going on with him, within him. He was hiding something from everyone and the thing is everyone was so much in need that it was glossed over. But she’d seen it, as soon as the sun went down Logan disappeared and Wolverine was in charge.

It was a trade off of sorts, Logan could do the human stuff in the day if Wolverine got to be the animal he was at night. So she’d stayed in her room as she’d heard him pass by, his footsteps light and the sense of being passed by a predator loud in her ears. He paced the halls first, then he usually went out into the grounds, losing himself until breakfast. Then he came back, assumed the human face they wanted to see and he became distant to her. She was just another kid to help, she wasn’t special anymore, and a part of her needed that.

So when her period arrived this time it came with huge wracking pain. Her kidneys felt like they were being beaten from the inside of her body, muscles that usually stretched and moved smoothly were now spasming with each cramping pain. She knew her emotions were stored by her body, releasing them in each monthly flow but this was insane. Her own body felt like it was tearing itself apart, what with the cure still burning it’s way through her blood she had to wonder if it had all been stored in the lining of her raw womb.

She’d popped the pills Jubes had gotten her from the infirmary, laid on her bed and watched the entire mess of her life go by. Each wracking spasm made her ball up tighter until the tears of pain she was shedding were burning her skin. She needed comfort, she wanted to be *held* but there was no one who would even dare now she was becoming deadly again. And in her drug and pain filled mind there was only one place she could go to….the one person who’d touched her before. When she’d been deadly to anything and anyone…..Logan.

If she knew his routine he’d be out in the grounds by now, pacing and killing the wildlife, so she stumbled through the quiet halls to the one place she could find comfort.
His door was open, he never locked it even when he was naked on his bed, Jubes had walked in on him once and gotten an eyeful until he’d shouted at her to either shut the door an sit on his dick or get out. She’d left but her description of him kind of matched the memory she had of him in her head.

There was a shirt of his on the chair and she snagged it as the medication finally began to kick in, making her drowsy and her movements sluggish. She hoped she was protected enough, she didn’t want to leave bloodstains on his bedspread. She had a tampon and a pad on, hopefully she’d be okay until she woke up. Pulling the shirt into her nose she breathed him in, the security it fired in her chest enough to settle her nerves. She wasn’t alone anymore, she had Logan with her,if not the real one she could have this at least. Finally dropping into sleep as the medication wove it’s magic through her body, relaxing her once cramping body. Leaving a warm fug into which she dropped willingly.

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Pressure, weight, heat and breath on her body, senses working overtime as she struggled to break the hold the medication had on her mind. Her body flushed with endorphins as her clit was pressed against, rubbed, her thigh moving over the weight that was on her. Needing it to stay where it was, to finish what was started on her body. Her ears picking up the breathy growls that were above her body, the tightness of her t-shirt over her skin, as if someone were holding it down either side of her.

Her mind giving her a vision to match the sounds and feelings she was experiencing, of Logan naked above her. His hands on her body, wrapping her in his weight, pinning her down, drowning her, dominating her, devouring her. The ache she felt below now beginning to coalesce into something else entirely, the cramping pain that had led her here now turning into pleasure.

Her eyelids straining to open, to see who was above her, who was doing this to her but they refused, even as the wash of her orgasm went through her. Images of Logan straining on his arms, hips thrusting into hers, her hand moving to touch the weight on her. Reaching up and touching hair, her fingers digging deep into the thickness of it. Her lips whispering Logan’s name as her pleasure dropped her into sleep, the hand she had in the real warmth of hair forgotten. The drugs and sedative effect of her climax sending her into sleep. The memory something to wonder about in the morning.

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When her hand had risen to his head he’d nearly bitten it, the questing fingers had found his nape, their touch driving him deeper into her hips. His movements becoming harsher, harder as she came beneath him, the leg over his hips still holding him tight. Her lips whispering his name, telling him she knew, on some level she knew what was happening and his heart soared at the thought. He’d claimed her, taken her and she wanted him to, shit she smelled fuckin’ fantastic, all sex and blood.

Both sides of him howled at the thought, after he’d come he had to taste her, bury his face in her, clean her, eat her alive until he *owned* her. It was the thought of her taste that brought him over, spilling himself over the shirt that protected him from her skin. Growling he ground the last pieces of pleasure from her hips before tearing himself away from her.

Seeing the dampness of his ejaculate on the cloth and the darker stain of her own juices flowing from her. Tearing the cloth away he could see the dark red on her night shorts, plucking her leg back down he gripped the edges of the shorts. Taking his time he guided them down off her body, revealing her stained underwear, the fresh blood on them luring him in.

Moving the shorts down to her ankles he dropped his head onto her sex, licking the blood that had collected there. Tasting her, scenting her, the mixture of her release with the heady bloodscent making him hard again. He had to keep himself braced over her as he licked the stain, bucking against the bed in an effort to ease his need to fuck her. Growling as rasped against the cotton of her underwear, his whiskers moving against the near white skin. Flicking his gaze to her sleeping face through the mountains of her breasts, her chin down, the plump lips of her mouth open just a little. Thoughts about those lips around his swollen dick made him buck all the harder against the bed beneath him, wishing it were her mouth he was fucking.

When he came he was almost blinded by the intensity of it, the pull that came from his back and ran down his spine. He hadn’t felt like this for years, not since he’d almost killed that guy in the cage. He’d nearly taken the head off a guy, blood had gone everywhere, the ruptured muscle in the guys neck was pissing blood everywhere and he’d gotten so hard it’d hurt to move. Luckily for him there’d been plenty of women that night to ease it for him. It had been the third fuck of the night when he’d finally come so hard he’d seen stars, he hadn’t put two and two together til now.

She’d been bleedin’ too but he hadn’t cared, she’d been more than willing to fuck him. It had been the blood that had given him the release he’d been looking for, the animal part of him needed it, craved it one way or another.
But now he knew why and he’d have to work on getting what he wanted, and what he wanted was Marie, like this, every day she was bleeding. Looking at her laid there on his bed, her body resting while he took advantage of her. Yet she’d known it was him doing it to her, fuck she’d even called his name when he’d been grinding on her. He’d redress her, wrap her back up in his shirt and he’d watch her from the chair. He’d sleep a little and then they’d see where they went from there.

He knew now he’d tasted her he’d never stop chasing her, Ororo could fry him as much as she wanted to but Marie was now *his*. Shit she’d been his since the fuckin statue, even Jean had told him that Marie had loved him and what had he done about it? Run like a scared rabbit, gone chasin after Stryker and his cronies. Fuck he’d been stupid, someone was willing to touch him, wanted him, seen all the crap he’d been through and still wanted to know him. Oh yeah when she woke up they’d be talking and she’d better listen because he wasn’t going to say it twice.

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When she woke up her first thought was where was she? The covers weren’t over her, her own bed wasn’t like this one, it didn’t have a footboard. When she opened her hands she saw the red plaid shirt in her hands and last night came back to her. She’d gone to Logan’s room to ease the pain in her heart that had matched the pain in her womb. Shifting herself she found she’d flooded in the night, her groin wet and sticky. Whimpering she shifted and raised herself up, only to see Logan staring at her. He was half dressed, chest bare, jeans resting on his hips, buttons open and she could see more than she should be able to. Flushing she shifted her feet under her, checking she hadn’t marked his bed her mouth was about to open when Logan beat her to it.
“Why did you come here Marie?” The tone he used was harsh and she felt herself shrink away from it, the look in his eyes was one she hadn’t seen before. Anger was simmering just beneath the surface of him, she’d overstepped her boundaries with him. It made sense really, in all the things he was doing for others it kind of made her realise that he’d need more control over his own space. And she’d invaded it.

“Ah needed some comfort, ya’ll were busy doin’ what ya have to do an Ah thought Ah’d come here.”
Logan was quiet as she spoke, his body just watching her as she shifted her feet under her, protecting his sheets from her body.
“Comfort huh?” She nodded to him and her body flushed warm again as her morning routine got into gear. Suddenly she knew she had to get to the bathroom, Logan might not care about his nakedness around others but she did. Especially now her skin was poison again.
“Logan can I use your bathroom? Please?” He just nodded to her, and she shot off the bed, not seeing his nostrils widen to take in her scent as she went past him. The door to the bathroom was in line with the bed and she heard him say, “Keep the door open, I want to talk to you.”
Rattled enough she didn’t even question it but was the bathroom she really needed and so she just did it.

He’d been watching her stir for half an hour, the smell of her had been driving him mad since he’d woken up hard and wanting. Stripping his shirts he’d lazily gripped his dick in one hand, stroking it in time to her breathing, each time she shifted and sent her perfume his way he’d gripped himself tighter. Controlling his urge to fuck her by keeping his hand around himself, when she’d been rising through sleep to wakefulness he’d been faster. Part of him wanted her to catch him at it, another part of him was ashamed at his treatment of her. But he wasn’t going to lose her to morals now, just the thought of another man touching her made his blood boil. He’d come just a few minutes before she woke, he’d just sat back down from cleaning himself up when she woke and looked at him.

God the way her eyes had gone over him, dropped to his groin and the flush on her cheeks had almost made him rethink everything. When she’d asked to use the bathroom he’d acquiesced to her request, asking her to leave the door open. Just to know her scent would be in the room later was enough to make his blood thicken. Getting up soundlessly he went to the doorway and pushed the door open. She’d seen him naked more than once, both in her head and in reality, he wanted to see her.

When the door bumped against the wall Marie had been in the middle of cleaning herself up, turning to see Logan stood in the doorway, arms folded. Eyes locked onto her blooded sex, her underwear in his sink the water stained red. Her face flushing with shame and anger in equal measure, her voice when finally found calling out the scream of all women who were unsure of their bodies. “LOGAN! Ah’m not decent!” She made to grab the towel off the rail but he beat her to it, his hand making contact with her skin. A growl in his throat his nostrils wide, eyes dark and body quivering.

Her skin was taking him in, the thoughts in his mind, of her laid on his bed, him using her sex like a bowl, drinking from her. Her covering him in blood until it ran down his chin, dripping down his tanned skin. Rolling over his body until it dripped from his swollen dick, then him taking her, hard, him coming inside her so hard he saw stars. Gripping her body to his, his claws drawn behind her, guarding her, keeping her for himself.

Tearing her hand free from his grip her face told him of what she’d seen and she moved back from him as he walked toward her, caging her against the filled sink. She could feel blood running down her inner thigh, the slight trickle tickling her skin. He didn’t even speak to her, he just ran his fingers up her thigh, her skin getting more images of her under him as he brought the stained fingers into his mouth. Cleaning them in front of her, closing his eyes as she watched him chase her taste around his fingers. Her heart in her mouth as he opened his eyes again to pin her there with their darkness, his voice growling out to her, “There’s nothin’ wrong with you Marie, nothin’ at all.”

Her own eyes dropped to his chest, she couldn’t meet his gaze, couldn’t cope with what he was showing her. She’d been alone so long, Bobby had left her adrift in a world where she no longer belonged. Now her mutation was returning, she fitted again but she’d burned her bridges with people, including Logan or so she’d thought. Her eyes still dropped when he took her hand, pushing it against the rising swelling just covered by his jeans. Holding her hand there, her skin filling with his thoughts of her laid wide open to him as he filled her over and over. His other hand raising her head to look at him, the warm hazel she’d loved battling with the darkness she could see fading. “You’re not alone Marie, your *mine*.” The way he said it, the way the words echoed through his chest and into her mind were final. “You want comfort from the pain, you *find* me an I’ll take it, all of it. Willingly.”

He dropped his hand from hers but she still gripped him as her body warmed to the thought of where she was holding him. A new wetness joining the already wet slickness between her thighs, the hope that had been crushed when she’d given him the tags back the night she’d run with Bobby, John and him flared back into life. Run away from the soldiers that were killing the one place she thought she’d be safe in. Now he was telling her the only safe place she had was in his arms.
It brought back the memory of his treatment of her the first time she’d run from the mansion, when he’d found her on the train. The way he’d held her, touched her when she’d needed it so badly, yet when the cure had ripped through her she’d lost his voice in her head. The warm comfort of his embrace, his memories, his touch on her skin, the need he’d had to save her, to prove his worth to the world, to her.

She released him, let him go and she heard his grunt of annoyance, she could feel the tension in him, it coiled around her, hemming her in, holding her still. His rumbling growl was small but it soon gained strength, his voice echoing around the tiled space. “Fuck! I want you!” His hands were either side of her on the sink and she could see the skin taught as he gripped the porcelain. He was so taut he was vibrating, each breath she took made her close the gap between them. When she looked up at him he was pleading with her to run, to get away but she couldn’t. He had her pinned in, he had her where he wanted her, with him.

She reached out to his head to show him she understood and he snapped as soon as she touched his nape, the soft hair under there making him move as fast as lightning. He had her thighs wide and his bare hips moving into her own, his lips whispering “Forgive me,” as he plunged into her.

Blood, there was blood flowing everywhere, it ran down her thighs, slicking his own hips as he pistoned into her sex over and over. There had been a tearing sensation, pain for a moment then a fullness that was wonderful and terrifying at the same time. Her skin was overloaded with him, so much so it shut off, letting her feel the entirity of him as he growled, bit and fucked her against his sink. He lifted her up after a while, settling her on the porcelain, pushing her head into his shoulder, this wasn’t love, this was *need*. When he was close he brought her untutored lips to his, showed her the depths of his hunger, his thrist for her, his *need*.
Pushing away from the sink he held her to him, letting her legs wrap around him, the blood flowing from her and staining his skin as it moved down his body. Holding her ass tight up against him as her own hands gripped his bare shoulders. When he finally erupted inside her she felt his body tense then roar through her, his mouth latching onto her shoulder as he bit through the material and into her skin. Pulling her down as he did it, burying himself to the balls in her aching sex, her body cramping at the intrusion but she didn’t care.

Finally when he took his mouth away from the wound in her shoulder he nestled himself into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. Making sure she could see him before he spoke, “You belong to ME Marie, I’m gonna fuck you every single goddman night do you understand me?! An when your like this I’m gonna be meaner, harder, nastier, because fuck girl you get me so hard I can’t even think straight. Do you understand? Marie? Tell me you understand?!”
She nodded her assent, her role had been defined, she wasn’t an outcast any longer, she had a place to be, someone to be *with*. When he saw her agreement he held her to him, letting some softness through to take the edge off the words that had been an order not a request.

“Come on, lets get you clean.” Slipping out of her gently he walked her to the shower, holding her up against him still her thighs around his waist. When she was stood inside the cubicle he dropped her down, and he followed her. His head and shoulders levelling with her sex, kneeling in front of her, the blood of her all over her skin. Resting against the back of the cold tile as he began to clean her, licking every single piece of it from her pale skin.

When he reached her sore sex she tried to stop him but he just grabbed her hands in one hand while the other held her hip still. Marie held onto the thought that he wasn’t going to hurt her, it was the blood, her blood that was driving him mad. His teeth were nipping her skin as he cleaned her, diving into her slick folds to chase the taste of it. Splaying her wide with his fingers and tongue, the growling and rumbling making her sex quiver as he found and flicked her clit. Opening her wide he just suckled her filling his senses and throat with her flow. The taste of the blood nothing like mens, this was different, sweet, sterile, his own ejaculate mixed in with it adding a spice to the taste.

God he could stay here for hours, just tasting, licking, giving her everything she needed. Using his fingers on her as he plunged his tongue deep inside her oozing channel, feeling her spasm as the orgasm took her, the contractions making more blood flow his way. Greedily he cleaned every last drop of it from her lips leaving her clean. Finally when he’d been sated he came back up to see her eyes glazed over and distant. Aching again he just ran the water and moved her to face the warm water, letting it run over her tired body. Sluicing her clean and as she bent forward to let the warm rain go over her shoulder he entered her again. This time he moved her slowly, gently, his lust for blood sated for now.

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An hour later after she was wrapped up in his bed, Ro’ came up to find him. He answered the door naked, let it open wide so she could see Rogue in his bed. “Yeah?” His eyes were daring her to say something, anything, but she backed down as soon as she saw the heat in his eyes.
“You’ve missed your class this morning, I hope you’ll be down for your training in the gym?” Logan nodded at her and Ro’ just nodded back, her eyes running over the naked form in his bed. There’d be things to be said but now was not the time, the scent of blood was still in the air and Ro’ knew better than to annoy Logan when he was hungry.

Shutting the door he turned back to Marie, her face was calm, a small smile on her lips. Maybe it wasn’t all him but he was still a selfish bastard, he’d taken advantage but fuck you had to grab what you could before some bastard took it from you. He’d missed her once, he wasnt going to let it happen again. Smiling he went to get a shower, the room still saturated with their combined scents. Smiling to himself, it was going to be good having someone to share the nights with. An he had a feelin she’d be enjoying it too.