A/N

Hey guys :) So sorry I'm really late. I had some computer problems and story plot problems. Hope this chapter makes up for it ;)

Chapter 2

Rogue woke uneasily, sniffing the air with one eye closed. It smelt faintly of the alpha, cleaning fluids and linen. She stretched experimentally on the bed and flexed her back muscles- enjoying the flex and pull. She sat up slowly and observed her surroundings through narrowed eyes: A small room with light green wallpaper, a large window that was on ground floor, a small bed, a wardrobe, a chest of draws and a bathroom. Rogue left her bed and went to the window, watching with fascination at the sunlight filtering through the room and the dust particles swirling through the air. Her concentration was broken by the nagging feeling that something was wrong. She sat on the floor and pondered. This was her new territory, her room. She knew that much, but something felt wrong. Filled with sudden genius, Rogue stood up and walked to the bed where she rubbed her scent on her bed and messed up the covers to form a comfortable nest. She emerged smiling in satisfaction as she smelt herself on the covers. That's better she thought.

Over the next course of the half hour, Rogue covered every inch of her territory and had a shower, letting the water run and soothe her tight muscles and cleanse her mind. As she emerged, her face pink and hair damp, she felt undeniable pleasure as she looked upon the den she had created. She sighed happily and went over to the draws where she had previously seen her clothes. Alpha must have placed them there the reasoned as she pulled on jeans and a jumper. She stopped dead. Ears honed in on a small scratching noise coming from outside. Rogue crouched along the side of the wall and peered outside, eyes trying to find the source of the noise. A squirrel was scrabbling along the base of a tree, its ears pricked and its plump body pulsing with life. Rogue salivated at the sight and then she caught the smell. Her body went rigid and coiled to pounce. The squirrel turned sharply towards the window, saw her ravenous face and fled through the forest. Rogue roared and threw herself at the window, smashing it into smithereens and leaping through the hole and into the pine forest, her bare feet finding the ground much faster than usual and her senses overloaded with the forest.

Logan woke with a start, claws sliding out and a snarl in his throat. That noise had come from Rogue's room. He panicked and leapt out of bed, a low growl building in is chest as he stalked slowly towards her room. He took a deep breath and knocked urgently. "Rogue, baby." He said cautiously "Are ya alright in there…?" He pressed his ear against the door and waited a few moments. His ears picked up a scuffling noise and a small growl coming from inside the door. "Rogue?" He called again and knocked. A snarl answered him now. Rogue's snarl. Thank Jesus for that he sighed in relief. He opened the door slowly, the creak accompanied by an intensifying snarl. The first thing that hit him was the smell, Rogue's to be exact. It was everywhere and it was mouth-watering as he inhaled. But there was also the salty smell of blood and the forest. And a side of hostility, he added dryly as he opened the door. He stopped short. Rogue was crouched over a bloody mess on the floor, her lips raised in a snarl and eyes locked on his. Logan froze and sniffed again. Not her blood he checked, and not her fur either he mused. "Hey Rogue" He talked quietly, calmly "whatchya got there, honey". She growled steadily and looked him in the eye. He glanced over at the abundance of glass on the floor and the lack of it in the window frame. Oh. Hunting.

"What have you caught Rogue" he asked gently and moved forwards slowly, her growl came louder and her body tensed further. Her eyes were yellow and hostile. He moved forward one more step and it was like a trigger had been pulled, Rogue leapt at him snarling trying to get a hold on his neck. Logan roared and sheathed out his claws and grabbed her round the middle, slamming her into the wall. He was snarling now, eyes yellow and muscles bulging in rage. Rogue was still clawing and snapping but could only manage a small nick on his neck. She quietened as she watched it nick back together in fascination, the wonder of the healing process bringing back her senses.

Logan watched her gulp in satisfaction. That's right, baby. You're in big trouble now. Rogue slowly shifted her eyes to Logan's and at the rage and power of them, she cringed and dropped her eyes- whimpering piteously. He shoved her harder against the wall and slashed the wall next to her head. She squealed and thrashed in his arms in fear. He growled lowly and she stilled, her eyes shifting nervously from him to the floor. Logan smelt her fear, but nothing else. Let's give you a lesson he thought grimly. He traced her face with his hand and lowered his face to hers. "Look at me Rogue" he ordered. She whimpered and looked at him but then shifted her eyes back to the floor "I SAID LOOK AT ME!" Logan roared in her face and Rogue immediately moved her eyes to his face and whined in fear. Logan nuzzled her neck in praise and then bit down angrily, holding her as she wriggled and tried to move her neck away from his bruising teeth. He growled around his teeth and she stilled, quaking. "You are MINE" he growled "do you hear me?" Rogue nodded hastily and Logan smiled dangerously. " Good" he growled and slowly licked the bruise on Rogue's neck, laughing deeply as she whimpered again. "I decide what you do. Me. Because you are mine. And what you have is mine" he rumbled deeply against her neck as she wriggled against him and whimpered. He raked his teeth over her bite and inhaled her new smell. Fear, Arousal definitely but also submission. Got it he thought in satisfaction. "Never. Do. That. again. Do you hear me? Or I will make you regret it" Rogue nodded quickly and whimpered as he thrust against her and groaned. He was hard. Feeling Rogue's body against him and seeing her submission had sent him over the edge. He needed to mate with her. Now.

Rogue felt something hard against her belly. For some reason, it made her feel warm and dizzy, like electric butterflies were fluttering in her low belly. It made her want something and it made her frustrated. So she decided to remedy it and move against it frantically and found that it sent the coiling in her stomach higher. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned shamelessly as she came into contact with it. Logan groaned loudly and when she opened her eyes, she met Logan's yellow hooded eyes and mouth parted-breathing heavily. Rogue watched him as she slowly moved against the hardness again and watched with fascination as his eyes snapped closed and he hissed, his pelvis moving with hers. She set a rhythm, flexing her hips against his and feeling the warmth spread everywhere, she wanted more but didn't know how to ask for it or what it was. She just settled for moaning "Alpha" in his ear and watched as his eyes snapped open and his body tensed and let out a roar- crashing his lips with hers in a frenzy. His hips moving in staccato pace with hers and burying his hands in her hair. Logan was in a frenzy, his mind and body plagued with Rogue's softness and sound and smells and flushed face. He needed her.

Rogue was confused. His mouth against hers was good. Too good. It was warm, and tasty and exciting the electric butterflies. But she was too confused to participate, so she opened her eyes and froze. Logan came to realize Rogue's position and moved his mouth away from hers and stilled his hips with a groan. He opened his eyes and when he met her confused ones, he calmed down somewhat. He shook his head in a daze and kissed her lips once and pulled away, shuddering with the softness. He set her down and looked at her and then away, his hand at the back of his head "sorry" he muttered and then went to the door. He paused and turned around and glanced at the squirrel, "ya can have that, I don't want it" he rasped and walked out his room.

Rogue looked after him in puzzlement and something else she couldn't identify and then at the squirrel. She sighed and moved towards it.

Logan was berating himself in the forest as he cooled down. Why didn't I control myself he mentally shouted at himself as he kicked a log 10ft into a boulder and watched grimly as it shattered. She didn't know what she was even doing he growled to himself it's all the animal talking. He walked another mile, his thoughts battering around his head and growing more guilty by the second. She wanted it, the back of his head whispered. "No she didn't!" He shouted but he couldn't stop the onslaught of images from her bedroom. Her face, flushed and wild. Mouth parted, eyes dark. Her body, strong and subtle. Her smell and her little sounds of need. His eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a groan of frustration. "I need to sort this out now" he grimaced and zipped down his jeans. He sprang out ready, hot and weeping. He pushed his hands over himself frantically and imagined Rogue beneath him, he moaned loudly as he came over his hand and spilt over the floor. He felt a bit more sated as he zipped himself up and headed home. He opened the door and donned his coat and listened for Rogue. She sounded like she was asleep. He opened his door and was met with the bloody carcass of the squirrel, uneaten, on his doorstep. He smiled.