Logan awoke with a start. He caught fleeting scents of Jean. At first he resigned it to sleep and her flirtatious movements after dinner. Then he woke completely up, his mutant senses in overdrive. Jean had been there, he could "see" where she had been standing just outside his room, and her path back to her and Scott's. She had tried to mask her movements by floating with her telekinetic gift, but her scent was still there. After realizing what he had awoke to, he realized why he had awoke, his cock was rock hard. He had been seeing images of Jean since his "accidental" brush during the morning exercise. While saving her from the Danger Room Sabertooth, he had brushed her supple breasts. She had played it off, but he knew that she knew it was no accident. All through dinner, flashes of Jean's nude body had bounded through his mind. After dinner, it seemed to take her a long time to get up the stairs, and he could not avoid the way her ass had wafted back and forth in front of his eye line as they ascended the stairs. Now he awoke with the feeling that someone had been jacking him off, and he could clearly "seen" Jean's path away from his door. It seemed little Jeannie had gotten revenge. That did nothing, however, to reduce the painful surge in his loins.
As he stood up, the movement of the sheets across his naked body, excited his animal sense even more. He could feel the soft fabric lace over his skin. It felt as if every fiber of his body could feel the softness slide off. When the fabric slid across the tip of his cock, he thought he was going to explode. All of a sudden, the animal took over, adrenaline surged through his body. His eyes almost shut down, he was running on instinct. The animal in him needed release.
He opened the door with every intention of going to Jean's room, slashing Scott's throat, and taking the redhead. In the animal world, she had fronted herself like any female in heat. She wanted him, needed him inside her. Logan stalked down the hall, picking up speed. He was about to turn the corner when his heightened hearing detected a faint sound. No one in the mansion would have heard it, even if they were outside the room. Logan's mutant ability, though, raised his awareness, he heard just the faint sound. Then, Jean's scent was gone, replaced by another, sweeter, younger smell. His body turned, with a mind of its own. His muscles tensed, and he began to stalk down the hall, in the opposite direction. Wolverine was on the hunt.
Logan was an animal in heat, he had caught the overpowering scent of another animal in the throes of passion. Now as he ran down the hall, much like a bloodhound searching for prey, he paid no attention to anything. It would have been a shocking scene, a naked man, hunting in the halls of a mansion. No one was awake though. He bounded down the first hallway, bounded three doors down, and halted suddenly. He was outside his prey's room. He could hear the faint gasps of passion, could smell the musk of heat, and feel the heat radiating from the bed in the room. He could "see" everything in the room without even opening the door. In his mind's eye, his senses told the story. The room was cluttered, a teenage girl's typical room. Clothes, cds, and various other electronics cluttered the floor. Near the center of the room, a large bed with posts stood out. All of these items were colored blue in comparison to the almost radioactive red glow of heat emanating from the bed. A young girl was propped on pillows at the head of the bed. Her clothes were scattered around her on the bed, the covers were tangled in her feet, and she was writhing. She had one hand raised to one of her petite breasts, the other was knuckle deep in her young hole. She had two fingers inside her as her thumb was slowly rubbing her clit. Logan could tell she was nearing orgasm.
The heat, sound, and smell were overpowering the animal. He noticed only slightly that his hand had found his cock, and he was gently rubbing the tip. It was all he could take. Somehow, he was able to ease the door open, close it, and approach the bed without being noticed. As he approached the bed, the heat from the teenage girl was astonishing, she was like a mini-reactor.
No words were spoken. Logan slid a hand across her leg. A combination of the touch and fear hit her, and she exploded. The only thing keeping young Jubilee from screaming in ecstasy or fear was the hand Logan had placed over her mouth. He held one hand to her mouth and the other to her midsection as she let the force of her release wrack her body. Without Logan's hand, she probably would thrown herself from her bed.
As she relaxed, she began to cool, and Logan was not about to let that happen. He lowered his head to the girl's small breast, and suckled her nubile nipple. Instantly, the girl's flesh exploded with new heat. He could feel a new wave of musk run from her body. At first, Logan could smell the fear flowing from her. As Logan worked on first one nipple then the other, Jubilee's body gave itself over. One arm wrapped around Logan's head, the other fell to her side, running slowly along her thigh. Logan's hand ran down her firm stomach and traced its way through her young pubes. He ran his finger down her slit, across her clit, which elicited a shudder, and into her awaiting hole. Her body arched off the bed as his index finger worked its way inside her. Logan could feel another orgasm approaching and this time he did not hold her down.
Suddenly, Logan was almost blinded as something like fireworks erupted from the side of Jubilee's bed. Her second orgasm had triggered her mutant powers, and she was sparking as brightly and hotly as her orgasm. Logan smiled as she felt her juices flowed through his hand.
