The sun was just beginning to set as Logan stepped outside. The parking lot was mostly empty, and Max was nowhere to be seen. Her scent still lingered on the evening air, just enough to tantalize. Just enough to track. The motorcycle was still there, and since he had the keys, she'd stay somewhat close. He took a quick look around, then ran in the direction of her scent. She had a good head start on him, and was a damn good runner. She hadn't stripped down and shifted yet - her scent didn't have that distinctive musky addition to it - so he had a chance of catching up with her. Since actually evading him was likely the last thought in her mind, he figured that increased his odds. He let out a growling laugh as he made his way through the brush, tasting the tang of her excitement on the light wind.

God, what she did to him. It almost wasn't fair. His body thrummed as he heard the noise of someone quickly making their way through the trees up ahead. Was she really going to make it this easy? Something tackled him and he tossed it away with a snarl. Max laughed and rolled to her feet, crouching across from him.

"You used to be better at this game." She jeered, grinning and running off.

"You're only makin' it worse for yerself." he growled, standing up and dusting himself off. Beginner's luck. Bitch.

His grin turned wicked and sharp as he once again leapt into the chase. There was a crack off to his right and he quickly spun to close with her, gritting his teeth as her claws dug rich red furrows into his arm. He hissed as the marks closed up, his tone becoming a low rumble as he grated, "You wanna go hard, baby? We can go hard."

The claws snapped out with a metallic SNIKT and he spun to face her. She'd only shifted her hands into those enormous, vicious claws. The rest of her stayed pink - and so very delicious. She'd shed her clothes at some point, and Logan momentarily wondered where she'd stashed them before she crooked a claw at him, making a beckoning gesture.

"Let's see what'cha got." she taunted, crouching.

They circled one another as Logan murmured, "Baby, you ain't ready to see what I got."

He stood up and Max cocked her head, her eyes narrowing as he leapt at her. She grinned and evaded, tagging his side, making sure to keep the cuts small and shallow. No reason to tear him all to pieces. She wanted him to have enough strength for what came after. Logan felt the pain flare in his side briefly, knowing that she was pulling her punches. He quickly spun and caught her in the shoulder, extending her the same courtesy. Tag for tag. He still owed her one, though. He leapt back, avoiding her strike and got her again in the thigh. She cried out and came at him quicker than he could compensate for. Her speed startled him as she slammed him up against a tree, her nose flaring and her breath coming hot and heavy.

"So whip it out." she purred, letting her claws trail lightly down his chest.

Logan smirked back at her. "So, you're declarin' a win?"

Max laughed, her claws morphing back into smooth pink hands. She quickly slid a hand between their bodies, gripping his cock and pressing him harder up against the tree. "Maybe." she purred.

Logan groaned, his head rocking back as he growled. "Y'know, most guys don't like overly aggressive women."

Max leaned in and let her tongue play along the taut skin along his neck. "Their loss."

She bit down and he gripped her hips, claws still extended. Logan began making that now familiar sound that was somewhat between a growl and a purr of pleasure. He'd only started doing it since their return from the facility. The first time she'd heard it, she'd asked him what he was doing. He honestly didn't know, but it had definitely done something for her. Since then, she was noticing that it was becoming more pronounced.

She heard the SNIKT of his claws as they retracted and she gently bit his ear, murmuring, "No - leave them out. It provides an added level of difficulty."

He let out a warm laugh, popping the claws again and sliding his hands up her waist. He had to be careful, this way - but he was finding that the awareness was definitely adding something to the experience. Nobody'd ever wanted the claws before.

Max felt the fingers on her other hand grow clawed as she quickly ripped his t-shirt off him, squeezing him firmly with the other hand. Logan's body bowed out and away from the tree, his fisted hands at his sides as little bloody furrows opened down his chest.

Dear god. he trembled as she pulled the ragged strips of cloth off, tossing it away. Her hand returned, shifting back to pink fingers as she trailed them down the lines of the quickly healing cuts. The growl purr grew stronger as she reached for his jeans, quickly opening them and sliding them down his legs. Max slowly knelt before him, looking up to meet his eyes as she took his cock in her mouth. Logan groaned and shivered, his hands trembling slightly at his sides. Her mouth was exquisite. The sensations as she sucked him and slid her hands up his thighs sent his eyes rolling back in his head. He felt her moan around him and cried out, wanting so badly to touch her, but not wanting to seriously hurt her with the claws. She pulled away and he looked down at her, his eyes pleading.

"Put your hands on my shoulders." she suggested as she licked the tip of him, sending another jolt of sensation shaking through him.

Logan gently touched her shoulders, careful to keep the claws away from her face and hair. "You sure you wa.." Max effortlessly took away his capacity for speech as she engulfed him with her mouth again, humming and taking as much of him as she could.
Logan gripped her shoulders tightly, moaning loudly and closing his eyes as she picked up the pace. Christ, the girl was an expert cocksucker. He'd almost forgotten. Just as he felt himself jittering up to the edge, she stopped and gripped his wrists, gently moving his hands away from her shoulders.

His eyes snapped open, wild as she grinned and stood up, taking him in her hand. He was growling now, his lip curled in frustration at being denied release. "Playin' with fire, girl." he grated, his voice hoarse with need.

She smiled and purred, "Yeah, but you're the one wanting, and I'm the one waiting to be fucked. So maybe the fire needs a little coaxing."

She leaned in to kiss him, brushing her lips gently against his. Was she trying to drive him insane? It seemed possible. She stepped away from him, then bolted off into the woods, the sharp tang of her interest sending an almost painful thrum through him.

"Bitch is gonna be the death of me." he growled, kicking his boots and jeans off before sprinting after her.

Her scent was much easier to track now, but she seemed to be weaving around in a confusing pattern. What the hell was she up to? He took several tentative steps forward, then spun and reached out to grab her. Holy crap, she was quick. He was just lucky this time. Max looked almost startled that he'd caught her and Logan presented her with a sharptoothed grin as he growled, "My win."

She let out a sigh of acknowledgement, then Logan forced her down onto all fours, gripping her from behind and pulling her towards him. Max shivered as he pressed her hips down, spreading her legs. Logan slid a finger along her slickness, delighted that she was easily as worked up as he was. God, her scent made his mouth water as he found her clit and began making slow lazy circles around it as he roughly pinched one of her nipples, pulling at it. Max cried out, her body bucking as he drove her close - so very close. He tipped her just to the edge, then took his hand away, giving her ass a sharp slap as he licked her juices from his fingers.

He admired the brief handprint that appeared on her ass briefly as he chuckled. "You were saying?"

Max let out a cry of frustration as he stood up and walked over to lean against one of the trees behind her. "Bastard." she grated.

"Hey, you started it." he replied with a smug grin. "Now who needs it more?"

Max looked back at him angrily, her hand snaking down between her legs. Logan quickly stepped over and stopped her, pulling her hand behind her back. "None of that, now." He then grabbed the other one, holding both of them behind her back now as he leaned down and said, "I think I win again."

He reached around to cup her breast, pinching her nipple as he let his teeth play along the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder. He let the claws pop as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, enjoying the sound she made as she saw them. She sometimes liked to try to roll dominant on him, but always ended up submissive. Funny how that worked out. And now the claws? That surprised and excited him.

Logan sheathed them, then roughly forced her back to all fours, his tone heated as he gripped her hips. "God, I love fucking you." He slowly slid inside her, watching her body arch back against him. "Making you come. Hearing you scream."

He popped the claws again, careful to keep them away from her sides and arms. Max moaned, her hands clawing at the ground.
"Making you mine." He pulled out and slammed back in and Max cried out, her body shaking.

Logan smiled as he heard her murmuring, "Pleasepleasepleaseplease." under her breath.

Now she was ready. He let himself slip into that dark, rough place that she liked so much as he sheathed his claws and growled, grinding into her with bruising force as he bit down sharply at the skin between her shoulder and her neck. He felt the scream building up before it shattered out of her, his name ringing loudly through the trees. Logan quickly followed, roaring as he tightened a fist in her hair and poured himself into her. They both slid to the ground, momentarily exhausted as they tried to catch their breath.

"That was pretty good, for a quickie." Max murmured, giggling.

Logan wrapped himself around her, his voice hoarse as he said, "Oh, now you're really gonna get it."

Max laughed and kissed the blood from his knuckles. "Okay, that was hot as hell." she murmured.

"You ain't gettin' out of it that easy, darlin'."

Max grinned and said, "Oh, please don't throw me in dat dere briar patch."

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To reiterate: MARVEL owns the rights to most of the elements in this story. Max, and her subsequent backstory, is my own creation, but everything else is either sub-canon, or warped canon yanked from the X-Men storyline.