Call Me Deliverance
by
Barbara Metzger
Disclaimer: Wolverine belongs to Marvel. All else belongs to me.
10:17pm
Big City, USA. Tonight.
The lights of the city gleamed and twinkled across the valley below him. They met the horizon, giving the illusion that he was riding the road in an encircling globe mockup of the starry heavens. He'd been driving the straight and narrow for too long. Mentally. Physically. Sexually. Suppressing his emotions, his temper, and his sex drive only served to give him the huge feral bulge in his jeans that he'd been ungraciously sporting for days.
Suppressing his emotions served to make him safer to himself. No need to torture himself needlessly pining over a certain redhead. Keeping his temper in check served to make him safer to those around him. He took pride in dishing out the pain to those who deserved it. And those alone. Suppressing his sex drive was a bad move, or so his body unmistakably told him.
Logan let go of one of the handlebars to knead his straining erection into uneasy submission. His desires compacted and combined, whether they were blood lust, desire, or hate were makin' there way violently to the surface. The facade of control was cracking. If he didn't do something about it, he was gonna go berserk. He didn't seem to remember enjoying the last feral rage in the wilderness. God help the first good looking woman that crossed his path.
Fucking was too gentle a word for what he had in mind.
'Call me Deliverance. I'm gonna bring your world down in fire.'
* * *
Dick's Last Resort Bar and Grill
The place was dark. Smoky. Seedy. Logan swaggered over to the bar enveloped in crisp, earthy smoke. He attracted squints from hard eyes as he made his way across the room. It was a real local's dive. It was perfect.
A sidelong glance from a dark corner followed his path, resting on the rocky ledge that strained away from his lower abdomen. The lone figure was treated to Logan discreetly adjusting his erection as he sat on a parallel bar stool. Out of cautious habit, Logan glanced around the room, noting exit locations and who was where.
A faint scent of spice and roses washed through the smoky haze. Closing his eyes, he permitted the skin-heated headiness to affect him on a primitive level. Opening them revealed a bold stare that returned his obvious interest. . She had hair like fire. He wanted to bury his face in it. His eyes smoldered down to the fullness of her breasts and shapely hips straddling the wooden chair. Good strong grasping legs rounded out his vision. Logan had found his fuck.
His head pounded with adrenaline. Normally, only arousal by anger made him feel like this. If only these humans knew what a ticking time bomb he was, they never would have let him in. His blood rushed, becoming harder to control. He had to get a grip. He had to overpower the mindlessness. The inhuman urges. He wasn't a beast
He inhaled the room and pinpointed her. He unconsciously grunted when he could smell her moist response. The goddamn smell was gonna put him over. In his mind he had already thrown her down and felt her writhing under him.
Violently.
Palatable desire crackled around him.
Maybe he was a beast...'cause his cage was rattlin' good.
He followed her gaze downward to the fly of his denim. He jerked in response, smiled around his cigar stub, then turned away. He closed his eyes willing his body to meet his mind. He wanted to enjoy this, not rut out in the backalley. He wanted her to meet him on the field with equal determination. A forced wait for both of them would make it sweeter. Logan looked around, then flagged down a man behind the bar.
The barkeep, a crude over the hill ex-wrestler type, eyed him and nodded his head in reluctant greeting.
'Yer kitchen open?'
It was more a statement than a question.
'I want a plate of ribs and whiskey with a little sour.'
In moments, a drink slid down the bar to his hand. He took the burn down in seconds and signaled for another almost immediately.
Logan held his cigar with his left hand and rested that arm on the bar. He nonchalantly tended his jeans with his right, pulling at the seams for comfort. She watched...and he knew she watched.
A bell rang. Logan's order was up.
He was hungry.
With a working man's appetite, he picked up a rib and tore into the hot meat. It ripped away from the bone cleanly. Slurping noises drifted over to his prey and she looked up to watch him. Her eyes registered hunger as well, but of another kind. Clean, sharp teeth shredded and swallowed. Flashes of tongue slowly and obscenely licked out to capture dripping sauce from the corners of his mouth. He finished each rib by wrapping his lips 'round and succulently cleaning the bone with a satisfied smack. He made a point of slowly sucking each finger clean of juice.
Her stomach quivered at the sight.
He had her.
This was a man. Raw power. Animalistic pleasure. Sexual tension radiated from his every pore. He looked at her with the biggest bulge she had ever seen and smiled. She knew she wasn't going home alone tonight.
He really enjoyed teasing her. She was in his sights. His thoughts were beyond filthy as he imagined the millions of things he wanted to do to her. Hell, when he got a hold of her he was gonna light her up like Christmas.
Logan got up, as if to go. He glanced at her and she looked as if she debated whether or not to return his stare. He knew she had been staring at him while he ignored her, eating. He stood to reach into his pockets for money, then turned to walk towards her. He offered a dark smile. She averted her eyes in sudden shyness as he passed. She seemed to struggle between what was proper and what was lascivious.
Never in her life had she been presented with such a clear opportunity to experience a pleasure so forbidden. She was always the good girl. She didn't sleep around. Uncharacteristically however, throwing herself at his feet had crossed her mind. Damn if she wasn't gonna give in to her wants tonight. For one wicked and wonderful night. Would it be worth it? She chewed her lip in hurried thought. Dumb question. Logan passed by her again and flagged down the bar keep. Had to think of something though, and quick, 'cause it looked like he was getting ready to leave.
'Ya know yer bathroom's locked, bub?'
'Yeah. Don't work. We got an alley.' The big man smiled over missing teeth.
Logan went out the front door and circled round to the side of the run down brick building. He didn't know how he was going to piss engorged as he was. He rested a hand on the wall and undid his button fly with the other hand. The cold air did not amount to much shrinkage, as the head of his fully engorged member burst forth above the top of his boxers.
Laughing at the absurdity of the situation he leaned his forehead against the wall. Cloaked in dark privacy he filled his mind with thoughts of the girl from inside, and all of the lascivious things he wanted to do to her, then began to take the problem in hand. His imagination, as talented as it was, would not please him for long. He wanted wet, talented lips wrapped around him, tending with passionate force.
Skin to skin, he roused savage heat, then lingered repeatedly over the head until a few drops leaked past his closed fist. He used that to lubricate every movement by wiping the wetness along his full length. He made a fist with his other hand and imagined what it would be like clenched in her hair. He had to have the girl. He emitted a long, low sound from deep within his chest, then turned to support his back against the wall. He exaggerated his arm movements and slowed his tempo to drive him a little more over the edge.
He was starting to enjoy the beserker coming on.
You're not getting away that easily, the woman vowed. She boldly followed him a few moments after he left. Her mind kept telling her that she'd regret it if she didn't attempt something. She slipped out to the front sidewalk to find him. He was gone. 'Shit!' She looked around. 'Wait. I don't know anyone who's got a bike here. It's gotta be his.' Her head swept around. 'Ah! The alley. The guys had been using the alley since the bathroom went out of order last week.' Crossing her fingers, she snuck over and peeked around the corner hoping he was there and knowing if he was she'd be guilty of invading his privacy.
He was there. Thank god! She continued spying out of fascination.
'Oh my!' Her face grew red because she thought she had caught him 'using the facilities'.
He wasn't.
'Oh God.'
She was momentarily shocked at the sight. Then turned on. She secretly watched.
He stood leaning with his back against the wall, contented snarl on his face. He was oblivious to her. His strong hands moving with solid rhythm. His head had fallen back and she watched him lick a bead of sweat that had rolled down the side of his mouth. She could feel her little heart just hammer away. She quickly leaned back against the building to catch her breath.
The woman's eyes took on a feral quality. It's now or never babe.
Shielded with courage she stepped into the middle of the alley and started to walk towards him. She felt deliciously bad. Sinful. The dirtiest she'd ever felt in her life. It was liberating to step out of her shoes. She lifted her arms and took a dive into his pulling gravity.
Logan sensed a presence nearby and cracked an eye open. He knew who it was. He knew she would follow. Just wanted to test how bold she was. He didn't stop his movements 'til she stood in front of him. Logan lazily leaned his arms against the wall behind him. The woman reached over to take his last cigar, from out of his front pocket. Her long, red hair fell forward, brushing a white drop from his glistening tip. As she leaned in, the length of him arched up and pushed into her lower abdomen. She smiled as she pushed down against it, striking a match to light his cigar.
The woman took a long draw then blew it in his face. He smiled through the smoke. With his hand he pushed the sticky lock of her hair into her mouth. She sucked it clean and applied the same pressure to his fingers as they slide out of her mouth.
She looked satisfied as she brought the cigar to her lips again and puffed.
'That's a nasty habit,' he took the cigar out of her mouth and clenched it between his own teeth, 'and so am I.'
* * *
Logan spit out the cigar stub and tucked himself back into his uncooperative boxers. His hands shook with underlying emotions kept barely in check. Hell...responsibility was cut down to response tonight. He easily hoisted the girl's legs around his waist for a stolen kiss, then threw her over his shoulder caveman style.
'Umpf.' As she swung freely upside down against his back, she nestled her cheek against his heated skin and stroked his sides. He was solidly built. His muscles rippled beneath her hands as he walked. This was gonna be the ride of a lifetime.
He didn't bother to button his fly, as he strode out of the alley to straddle his bike. He was grateful for the bike's generous 'saddle'. He was what you could call a lone wolf, so there was no 'bitch seat' for a second passenger. He planted her down against the tank facing him, backward on the bike. Close. As close as he could get her without impaling her.
'Stay like that, an' don't move,' he said.
She wondered what gears were turning in his mind. She wondered what his name was. Did she really care?
Playing with one of his Levi buttons he purred, ''We both know where that's going.' They both looked down at what was peeking out from between them. She looked at the size of him with a mixture of lust and dismay. It wasn't small.
Logan's temples throbbed in anticipation. His control held such a fragile edge. He closed his eyes for a moment, then with a deep, centered breath, wrapped his arms around her waist. 'Fuck the niceties. I wanna push it right over the line darlin'.' Logan took a hold of her hair and rubbed his cheeks in it. Through her soft locks he whispered, 'It'll fit.' He smiled slyly. 'One way or another.'
In response she anchored her legs above his. Then she angled closer 'til he could feel her heat against the base of his erection. The sexual crackle was electrifying.
He grabbed her upper arms, uncharacteristically harder than he usually treated the fairer sex. He wanted a teasing taste, and without caring about consequences, he captured both her hands behind her back. He rested his head between her breasts, enjoying the softness. 'I can tell you're ready,' he whispered as his free hand slowly ripped her crotch seams apart in small tugs. He slid her closer. As close as friction would allow. His unusually sharp teeth glinted as he inhaled. She nearly lost control herself when he proceeded to flick his tongue lightly from the base of her neck to her shoulder. 'I just want to know how ready.'
He started up the bike and their thighs rubbed together with a rumbling friction. Before he took off he took her hand in his and slipped two of her fingers into his mouth. She could feel how sharp his canines were and was grateful for his gentle restraint as he got her index and middle fingers glisteningly wet. With his hand he guided them down to his revealing handiwork. The jeans were unusable now, as crotchless was not the current rage on a daylit street. Hooking one of his fingers just inside the tear for emphasis, he said, 'Rub yourself,' tracing the opening.
His voice dared her to disobey him. She couldn't meet his eyes as she flushed red. She hesitated for a moment then spread her legs wider dipping her finger beneath the visible, cotton fabric. Her panties were moist from earlier in the bar. She felt corrupt, feeding on his honeyed words and touches. She had never done anything like that in front of a man before.
There were sure to be many firsts tonight.
She threw caution to the wind and lost herself in sensual satisfaction. He sat and watched for a moment, caught in the beauty of a woman's tilted neck. Gratified with his choice for the night, he positioned himself to kick-start the bike. During his repetitious up and down movements against her, in turning the V-twin engine, the girl closed her eyes and started to grind against him with a steady rhythm. He smiled and rumbled down the road.
She lay back against the deep-toned vibration and didn't know if the trembling was she or the bike. She did her best to give the man directions during his driven manipulations of her body. The cold chill in the air wasn't responsible for her hardened nipples.
Logan kicked to a higher gear and tore down the road with the biggest fucking grin on his mug. This was what bikes were made for. He looked down at the girl moving so deliciously on his tank. She looked up at him and smiled. She was beautiful. At first he chose her because she reminded him of Jean, but as he swept over her features and her body, he found she had a fire all her own.
If this were another time...another place. It might have been different...
His revelry was interrupted as her voice pulled him back to here and now. She yelled over the roar of the engine and the whipping of the wind. 'I don't know who you are. I don't know your name. And ya know what honey? I don't care. You can just keep callin' me darlin'.'
He laughed with genuine amusement.
'Well, come on now darlin'...What do ya want ta call me?' he probed.
'I don't want ta know your real name. You got a nickname? Somethin'...I don't know...somethin'' she faltered trying to think.
'Call me Wolverine.'
'Wolverine?'
He could have said anything, Jack or Scott (yeah right), but he wanted to hear his name on her lips. 'That's a nickname I got a long time ago.'
For a fleeting moment she thought she saw his eyes cloud with sadness.
'I earned it.' She heard him, but barely, it was spoken just over the noise.
He effectively stopped all further conversation before he started thinking about things that did nothing but add more confusion and strain to his mental health. He lay an open palm under her shirt and worked his hand upwards, hard and slow. Heat spread with every inch. Warm fingers skillfully teased her flushed skin. He pushed her against the tank so she wouldn't fall as he accelerated into a turn down a long, dark driveway. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist
Oh yeah.
This is what he needed.
* * *
'Come on in baby, I'll fix us a little something,' the woman slid over to a small but well stocked cabinet. 'You like Jack Daniels?'
He nodded in lazy approval.
The cabin was small but cozy. A pile of wood was piled next to the fireplace and Logan got up to kindle a nice, warm blaze. The place was filled with solid wooden furniture mixed with the opposite extreme of dried flowers and lace. On the walls were animal heads and old rifles.
'You hunt?'
'Yeah. Well, I used to anyway, with my dad. You?'
'Yeah.' He started to unbutton his shirt. 'I do.' He pushed the heavy flannel off of his shoulders. She riveted on the dark curling hair that nearly covered his entire chest. 'I love a good hunt, darlin'.'
This was the first time she had really seen his chest. She caught teasing glimpses here and there but she didn't imagine it was so sculpted. It was wide. Hard. Covered with a light snow of soft looking, dark hairs and shimmering with sweat, despite the chill in the air. She didn't want to do anything but taste it.
She never heard his answer.
Logan directed a smoldering gaze towards her as she watched him peel the shirt off his body. She let go of the glass she was holding and it fell to the floor with a crash. He moved towards her, still holding her gaze. His leather boots crunched over the broken glass shards. He claimed her and the still whole bottle of whiskey, then crossed to the couch.
She knew she sounded lame but she asked anyway. "Still want that drink Wolverine?'
He snorted from beneath black brows, but made no further comment. He took the bottle from her hand and gulped down a few shots, cleaning his mouth with a swipe of his arm.
Logan's slow-moving gaze violated her, up and down. He motioned for her to turn round She turned slowly and the firelight created alluring shadows on her body. "Here," he said, holding out the whiskey. She took it from him and tipped the bottle back. It went down hot and raw. She sputtered a little at the end and wiped her chin. She turned to face him. He was still expressionless. She stood waiting for instructions, not quite sure what to do next. They just stared at each other for a long minute.
He stood up and, out of habit, advanced towards her like a predator, commanding her attention. She felt like retreating but stood her ground. He encircled her. She tried to track his movements, but he brusquely told her not to move. She lost him from her periphery as he disappeared stealthily behind her.
"Now, don't you move a muscle, darlin," he said.
She felt his hands at the back of her jeans. He tried to tug them down over her hips. They were tight at the waist and he only got it as far as her hips before he stopped pulling. She brought her legs together hoping that would narrow her line and drop them to the floor.
'Keep yer legs apart.' Logan roughly pulled them wide again. 'And hold still.' Her face flushed with heat. Her thighs slicked in response.
SNIKT!
She jumped and was about to turn towards the strange metallic sound.
'I said,' he nearly snarled, 'Don't ...MOVE.'
He punched the unstable emotions down again and said in a softer voice, '...just don't move.'
She followed his commands like her life depended on it. She'd never had sex with someone that inspired such impassioned response from her. Or that oozed 'danger' so prevalently. The danger factor elevated her pleasure to new heights. She tried to control her trembles.
Logan carefully hooked the dull side of both claws against her skin. Then, he violently ripped down the length of her lower body until the fabric fell to the floor with a rustle. He sheathed his claws before she ever saw them.
He kneeled down behind her, took a firm hold of her round hips and pulled her backwards. The ripeness between her lips conveyed everything he wanted and more. With licking precision he penetrated her, through the thinness of the cotton, then bit into a crotch seam tearing until he heard it stretch and unravel, exposing her to him fully. Her breathing came in pants. She nearly stumbled as he pulled her towards him. Before she knew what happened, Logan slide three fingers inside of her and twisted them deep. He wound them round, tantalizingly slow, then withdrew them, licking them clean like they were the ribs in the bar. She felt fervid desire roll over her body and with her hands she covered his to help spread herself wider.
'I'd like that drink now, darlin'.'
She would have gasped if she were able to see the possessive drive on his face. She did gasp when she heard what he wanted her to do.
She knew better than to stall with him watching her like that. She took the bottle and tipped her head back once more. Paying careful attention to his instructions she did not swallow the fiery liquid. Instead she slowly pushed it out of her mouth until she could feel it trickle between her breasts. It flowed down her abdomen to dip into her lower curve and run across her sensitive folds. Logan watched the stream drip onto the floor then brought his mouth close and sucked up the precious liquid.
She took a quick look over her shoulder. All she could see of him was the middle of his nose and up. He worked intently. She grunted and groaned as Logan steadily pushed his tongue and fingers in alternating rhythms. She wriggled her hips trying to get herself more open to accept it all. Then just as she was able to steady herself enjoying the play she felt herself lifted off of the floor by her waist.
Logan rose to a stand and lifted the girl so that her wetness was still level to his mouth. Without breaking contact between her legs he tilted her precariously forward til she fell in an arc upside down facing his groin. Her legs instantly curled around his neck for support, but most importantly, made it much easier for him to get at her. He was in heaven as his senses drank her in. The taste of her, the smell, the sounds. He was starting to feel a little lightheaded. Still holding her he turned around and laid them both down on the couch preserving the wonderful position.
The woman was thankful for the change because her head pounded as well, although now that she was right side up it still pounded. She realized it wasn't the gravity that did it. She took the opportunity to apply a little sweet revenge and pushed down his boxers revealing a stiff welcome.
Logan's eyes watered as he felt a tight, enveloping warmth cocoon his erection and he stopped momentarily to keep from losing it right then and there. She flicked her tongue teasing around the dark purple head and gave him a little love bite that forced a dribble to leak out. She tasted his saltiness then took him whole in her mouth, deep throating til she didn't hear anything below her but guttural moaning and expletives. She stopped to emphasize her movements. It was the pauses that formed music after all. He wanted to go over the edge? She was gonna send him. She lifted herself to change position without losing mouth to skin contact.
Logan was past the point of thinking.
'Graaaaaggh!'
He roughly pulled her up then shoved her forward. It was time to stop playin' games.
She heard him drop his pants. The next thing she felt was something much bigger than his finger.
'Push back, darlin'. Push yourself onto me. I wanna feel ya wrapped around me.'
She felt him slid past her tightly stretched lips, engorged and looking for trouble. She dropped her face to the couch and began to groan louder and louder as he drove in all the way to the hilt.
She gripped a pillow near her mouth and bit down on it. She momentarily blanked and would have sagged to the cushions had she not been impaled on him.
'Darlin', I'm not gonna lie to ya. I'm gonna tear ya to pieces.'
* * *
The girl felt as if she would faint when Logan spread her legs and thrust against the backs of her thighs.
He brushed his fingers over her back, raking his nails just enough to cause her to shudder. Pulling her against him even harder, Logan shivered, a growl escaped his lips, and he tightened his grip on her. His face conveyed intense, deep gratification. Lines of sweat began to drip off of his forehead and drop lightly over her back.
'Raise your hips, darlin',' he instructed.
Rather than obeying, she pushed back against him just far enough that she had room to turn onto her back. She punctuated her small defiance with a thrust of her own. He answered by lifting her up, with his hands under her hips. He placed her feet at his shoulders and slid even deeper inside her. Her whimpers turned into cries of intense, almost painful pleasure. Her contracting pelvic muscles gripped Logan tightly again and again, sending him into near delirium. His features morphed from reluctant smile to animalistic snarl. She drank it all in.
He was heavily muscled. His muscles had muscles. His veins popped along the sides of his neck. Small lines of sweat trailed through his chest hair. 'God, have ya ever felt so good ya saw double?' he grunted.
She started moving faster, taking all of him. Her cries of pleasure mixed with his as he entered her again and again. He licked at the sweat beading above his lip and inhaled the natural perfume of their lovemaking.
Panting, gasping for breath, she begged him to drive her harder and harder into mindless insanity. Logan continued his driven, methodical consumption of her, upping the ante with each thrust.
Without stopping his rhythmic torture he bucked her as he adjusted his position and leaned back on his haunches, enjoying the feel of her contracting and sliding around him.
Logan watched as he disappeared into her, again and again, his erection glistening with her juices.
His sharp teeth punctured his lower lip as he sucked at it trying to summon restraint.
The taste of his blood sparked an instinctive hunger from deep within. The lust that dripped from his pores would have manifested in deadlier fashion had he been in a cage.
God, she felt wonderful under him.
Her own ecstasy tore guttural phrases from her mouth.
Holding her abdomen firmly pressed down with the weight of his own body, he gripped the edges of the couch frame tightly with his fingers and prepared to devour her with a weighty plunge. Unable to contain himself any longer he thrust his flanks forward with deadly force.
'Gggrrraaaaaagh!!!' Logan dug his fingernails into the wood. The stress joints of the frame begin to emit sounds of structural failure.
Her body convulsed under his push.
'Aaaagh!!!' He felt the girl's nails claw his lower back, as she brought her hands down to grip his chiseled sides. He tasted blood. He smelled blood. It was a dangerous addition to an already potent cocktail. Awash in his own lust he rolled in ecstatic waves with each thrust.
SNIKT!
Without realizing he had lost his control and focus, metal torn through his skin and he let out an unearthly and possessive scream as he violently came into her.
Six blades of destruction shot through the wooden couch frame with a deafening splinter of noise, sending pieces of jagged wood flying through the air.
'Rrrrrrrr...rrrrrrrgggrrrrr' Humanity was battling for possession as he narrowly missed slashing her exposed flesh.
She screamed. Half orgasm, and half for her life.
Her heart beat so wildly that Logan could hear it pounding in his head. She was thrown back against the couch and froze into complete shock. Speechlessly she eyed him with a mixture of disbelief and started frantically pointing at the metal still skewered through her couch. One by one, he slowly retracted his blades. Then smiled down at her, as he licked the drop of blood smeared across his bottom lip.
'Told you I was a bad habit...' he asserted with a whip of his sweaty head, '...I feel much better.'
* * *
He opened his eyes. The beautiful girl soundly slept draped across his chest not moving. Limp. Sore. Completely satiated. Her clothes were in tatters. Her hair? Fanned across his face in a disheveled mess. His body felt much better. That was the understatement of the year. He figured he'd been asleep for awhile now, still the middle of the night though. The crackling fire had burned down to glowing embers. He was thankful for his healing factor. He'd been able to keep going for hours. Long enough to boil his unsettling and inexplicable beserker rage away to something more controllable
Looking down at his arms and chest, he knew what to expect, they were healed as usual. No sign of her passionate scratches. No bruises. His gaze fell on her sleeping form. Now she was a different story.
She looked...well used.
He vowed that he wouldn't...rut, but he really couldn't think of a more appropriate word to describe what they just did. He did lose it, a little, he grinned. Not that he was complaining. Hell, in all of his years around the block, he took these moments where and when he could get them.
He carefully slid out from under her. He didn't want to wake her. He laid her head on the same pillow she'd had clenched between her teeth and found a blanket. He covered her with as great a gentleness as he had shown violence from earlier. She didn't stir.
As Logan picked up the last of his things, he noticed he'd forgotten his boxers. He picked them up and started to unbutton his jeans when he thought of something infinitely more tantalizing. Quietly he sat on the table next to her, watching her chest fall in gentle waves and smiled. He stealthily lifted the blanket and slipped his boxers over her legs, then left through the front door.
She never heard the door.
She never heard the rumble of the bike's pipes.
She never saw it pull down the road until it was a little speck.
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