Lupa

Logan feels the weight of you on his back. You were light. And very small for such a ferocious beast. He hoists you up a little when he notices you start to slip. “Hey kid, you gotta eat a burger or something.” No sarcastic response. He turns his head a little and sees your eyes closed. He feels your shallow breath against his neck and hears the faintest snore. He rolls his eyes and cracks a little smile.

When he gets to your room, he turns his back and lowers himself a little to twist the doorknob. Luckily, it was unlocked. You were out cold and who knows where your room key was. He walks in and gently places you on your bed. He sits at the edge of the bed and looks you over. He notices your dress rode up quite far, half exposing your underwear. His face turns a little pink and he runs a hand down his face. He lets out a quick sigh and promptly pulls your dress down to cover you. He stares at your soft, pale thighs for a moment. When he feels his eyes grow wide, she shakes his head and turns away from you, hunching over and running both hands through his hair. He looks down and sees how hard he’s gotten just by barely touching your dress. “God dammit… Keep it together Logan.” He mutters to himself. He knows if he stays there any longer, he might do something he’ll regret.

He stands up with a grunt and begins to walk away when he hears a little voice call his name. “Logan…” You say. He whips around, completely and pathetically under your spell. He walks over to you. “Lupa…” He says. Your eyes blink half open and you turn to face him slowly. You reach a slim wrist up and grab the edge of his shirt. You weren’t pulling, but he feels himself being drawn towards you. He sits beside you and gently rests his hand on your wrist. “I… need…” You begin to say in a quiet, raspy voice. He feels his heart start to pound. He leans in closer and traces over your features with concerned eyes. “What do you need…?” He asks in a whisper, as if your mere presence has knocked the wind out of him.

You tug a little on his shirt and your lips part. You close your eyes and whisper “I need…” Logan gulps and leans in, his face right in front of yours. He stares at your lips. He can’t hold back any longer. He grips the sheets tightly and inches closer to your lips.

“Water…” You whisper out right before his lips press against yours. He freezes and blinks at you. He nearly chokes and lets out an astonished scoff. “You…. Want water?” He asks, stunned. He didn’t know if he was more shocked by your body language or his own pathetic, animalistic desires. You nod slowly and let out a tiny moan, “Mhmm.”

He sits up straight and runs a hand against the back of his head, down his neck. He can’t help but laugh. “Yeah… Sure, kid. Be right back.” He says and pats your leg as he stands.

He’s still shaking his head as he makes his way into the kitchen. He grabs a glass and fills it with fresh water. “That little…” He mumbles to himself. He’s still shaking his head disappointedly as he approaches your bedroom. But when he opens the door, he freezes. The sight of you nearly makes him drop the glass. His eyes go wide and his lips part, but he can’t speak. You were curled up, your lower body completely exposed. Little moans and whimpers escaping your lips. He saw your arm between your legs, your hips and legs moving in unison in a feeble attempt to sate your desires. He tries to stutter out a word. Something. Anything to let his presence be known to you. He loses the ability to speak. Or move. Or breathe. He tries to turn away, but his feet won’t budge. His mind races. His eyes devour your small frame, licking up every curve, every drop of glistening sweat on your body. He clenches his jaw. He wants to rip those clothes off you with his sharp fangs while he occupies his hands elsewhere. He blinks himself back into reality. A hot red blush spreads over what feels like his whole body. He needed to do something. Fast.

“Lu… pa…” He chokes out. He sees you freeze.

When you hear Logan’s voice you feel like you’re dreaming. Your eyes grow wide. You slowly turn your head back and see him standing in the door. You feel your soul slip out of your body.

“I got… your… uh…” Logan says, holding the glass. You’re frozen like a deer in the headlights. You wished you were invisible. Your fingers are still inside you. You dart your eyes down at them then back to Logan. You try to stutter out an explanation, but your mind is blank. Logan takes a few steps forward but he’s not looking at you. He quickly sets down the water and walks to the door. But he doesn’t leave. Instead, he closes the door and rests his hand on the doorknob, facing away from you. A few seconds pass but it feels like an hour. He’s thinking about something. He slowly turns his head to face you. He looks you up and down. To your horror, he starts walking towards you.

“Leave!” You shout at him, your eyes wide and crazed. You curl a knee closer to your chest and start to breathe heavily, letting a few distressed growls leave your lips. He doesn’t obey your order and takes another step forward, arriving at the edge of your bed, looking over you. He seems calm but he also has an animalistic glaze across his eyes. After looking at your lower half he darts up to meet your face. He slowly sits at the edge of your bed. You growl more and dig your growing claws into the sheets.

“Leave! Now…” Your voice cracks, and a single warm tear rolls down your cheek. You didn’t entirely mean what you said. But after touching yourself like that to Logan… moaning his name… Having him walk in on you and stare at you like this. It made you revert to your feral, scared self that Logan found in the woods.

Logan reaches out a hand. He stops for a moment when you bare you fangs and let out a louder growl. Cautiously he reaches forward. When his hand touches your thigh you whip your body around and try to claw at him. He grabs your wrist and gives you a hazy look… He almost looks sad. “I can… help you.” He says in a raspy growl. You blink a tear out of your eyes. “I don’t need your…” You begin to say but your words melt away as he reaches up with his other hand to wipe away your tears.

You bite your lip with a fang to stifle a little moan. In your wild state, just his light touch on your face might be enough to send you over the edge. His grip on your wrist tightens. You feel your heart stop when his other hand moves from your cheek around the back of your head, slowly and gently pulling you to meet his lips. Your eyes stay wide as he kisses you. The kiss grows deeper when he feels you giving in. Your eyes flutter shut softly as his tongue begins exploring your mouth. In between kisses you let out tiny growls and exasperated moans.

Logan crawls onto your bed, lying next to you, never breaking the kiss. You’re on your back and he’s on his side, facing you. He takes your hand and lowers it down to rest at the end of your dress. “Keep going…” He whispers into your mouth as he guides your hand beneath your underwear. You let out a tiny lustful growl when he guides your fingers back in. His other hand moves to hold the side of your neck, squeezing gently as he continues his deep kisses. The hand below moves to run along your inner thigh, occasionally pausing to give you a little squeeze, which only send more jolts between your legs.

He changes positions. He moves over you, using his knees to hold your legs open. One hand moves behind your neck to press you deeper into the kiss. The other wraps blissfully around your lower back, helping you arch your back for deeper penetration. You begin to feel like you’re going mad. He pulls away for a moment, taking your bottom lip with him and sinfully licks the drool spilling from your mouth before finding his tongue against yours once more.

After a while he breaks the kiss, bringing his lips down your neck. He growls into your chest for a moment. “Sit up.” He says. You obey without a second thought. He helps you pull your dress off then guides you back down on your back, his mouth planted to your neck, moving down your chest. In one swift movement he removes your bra and brings his tongue to your nipple, letting out a deep growl as he kisses around it, planting more kisses and bites. Your eyes flutter open and shut and you wriggle around at the incredible new sensation.
He brings a large, rough hand up to cup your chest and squeezes lightly, moving his palm in a small circle. He continues his lewd kisses down your stomach. When he arrives between your legs, he lets out a growl and aggressively rips your underwear off with his teeth. You shiver at the air against your wet skin.

Both of your hands are between your legs, your fingers still inside you. He leans back for a moment and watches you, eyes half closed in a feverishly horny state. He’s breathing heavily and wipes his mouth, as if he’s started to salivate at the sight of you. You shakily pull your fingers out and cover the delicate area between your legs. He looks up at you. Your hair is half covering your face. You’re panting hard, face completely pink, hair sticking to you from the sweat that’s pushed through every pore. Logan burns the image into his memory forever.

He lowers himself and begins kissing down your leg. He sees a bead of sweat travel down your thigh and licks it up slowly, not breaking eye contact. It makes you manic and you begin to squirm around, whining and whimpering helplessly. He moves your fingers out of the way, wrapping one large hand around both of your slim wrists. He lets his other hand slide from your side… to your hips… to your inner thighs. He kisses down your leg until he reaches the sweet spot.

You let out a sharp hiss followed by loud, high-pitched moan and buck your hips against his mouth. Your knees squeeze against him and release shakily. You can barely see straight as he rubs his tongue against the little pearl of nerves between your legs. Your wrists are drenched in sweat and slip and slide against each other in Logan’s grip. You feel your eyes roll back. Your fangs and claws tingle wildly. You run your tongue along a fang, attempting to appease your new oral fixation. You let out a chorus of whimpers, moans, snarls and growls. He gives you a moment to rest as he moves up to kiss you. This time you invite your tongue in first, trying to shakily move forward to get more of him into your mouth.

“Feels that good, huh?” His words taste like sweet, sinful honey. He pulls away for a moment to admire the deeply lustful look on your face. He lets out a soft chuckle and leans down to deliver another slow, deep, passionate kiss. He lets a little growl escape into your mouth.

With the little strength you have left you raise one of your legs to wrap around him. He grips your thigh then breaks the kiss. Moving back down your body again, slowly, purposefully making you anticipate more of the incredible sensation. You dig your claws into the bed and create large tears in the sheets as his tongue once again works magic below. He moans into you, the vibration sending hot jolts through your body. Your breath hitches and you let out a raspy, pleased moan as a warmth spreads through you.

Logan slows down and eventually pulls away. Your legs flop to the side and you try to catch your breath. Another jolt or two go through you and you feel your body sink heavily into the sheets. Logan sits up and smiles at you when you slowly meet his gaze. He wipes his thumb across his lips and gives it a lick.

He adjusts himself to sit next to you. You don’t even try to move. Even if you wanted to, you were totally spent. He lets out a little chuckle and leans in, giving you another sweet kiss. “Now we’re even.” He whispers into your ear. You can hear the smirk on his lips. He gives you another gentle kiss on your forehead and winks at you. You don’t even have the strength to growl.

He gets up and helps you get under the covers. He picks up one of the pillows that you completely destroyed with your claws, feathers leaking out of it. He raises an eyebrow at you and chucks it aside.

He walks over to the table, brings you the water and helps you finish it down, wiping away a trickle that spills out of your mouth. He takes the glass and stands, walking towards the door. He turns to you and smiles warmly, giving you a nod. “Sleep tight, Bitey.” He turns off the light and closes the door behind him.

You fall into the deepest, most peaceful sleep you’ve ever had.