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A/N1: My lovely moots asked me to write the second part, and I just can’t say no to them, especially since I’m in the right mood. A/N2: There won’t be any angst, beautiful words or fancy lines here. Just pure fluff and smut. Sorry, I just needed a bit of a distraction after my prev fic that tore my heart in to the peaces. Also I’ve rewritten sex scene a hundred times, and somehow, it just seems to get worse. Pairing: werewolf!Ted Logan x F!Reader (they live at the end of the 19th century) Tags: Fluff, SMUT Warnings: 18+, piv, unprotected sex, reader wears a dress Word count: 6,0k Summary: You fell asleep by the fireplace, nestled beside the big black wolf that saved you in the woods. But when you awoke, you found yourself next to a young man instead. He confessed that he ran away from home following yet another heated argument with his father, choosing to live in the forest as a wolf.

PART 1

“I thought I’d be better off alone, to be a loner and maybe to find my mate,” his eyes flitted to yours before falling away again, “but I don’t think they will choose me. I’m just an insecure wuss.” The vulnerability in his voice, in his entire presence, dissolved the remnants of your fear, leaving only the strange, growing connection between you and him. Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wuss?”

You shook your head. “Ted, I saw you. You fought a pack of wolves bigger than you. You saved my life!”

At your words, Ted froze. His breath hitched, his head snapping up, eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “You don’t understand,” he said, his voice low and rough, barely containing the emotion beneath it.

“You don’t understand what love makes you capable of.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, a wave of heat rushing through you, leaving you feeling embarrassed. Ted bit his lip, realizing he had said too much too soon. As you stumbled over his words, he awkwardly pulled the blanket around his waist and bolted for the front door.

“Wait!” you called, fighting against the skirt as you tried to get up.

Ted swung the door open and disappeared into the winter morning. You hurried after him, stepping onto the porch, only to find the blanket he had dropped. Your gaze swept the snow-covered landscape until it landed on the ground. Large wolf prints led from your porch, cutting through the snowfield and vanishing into the forest beyond.

“Ted…” you whispered to the cold air. With a deep breath, you returned inside, closing the door behind you.

As the days grew colder and harsher, you busied yourself tending to your hens and cow, and carefully allocating your supplies. No matter how hard you tried not to think about Ted, he lingered in your mind. His story had struck a chord in you, and somehow, this winter felt lonelier than ever.

One early morning, you opened the door to find two hare carcasses lying on the threshold. You stepped outside, scanning the edge of the forest. You knew exactly who had left them. Picking up the hares, a warmth settled in your chest as you brought them inside.

From that day forward, offerings began appearing on your porch every few days: hares, grouse, even the occasional partridge. You were grateful for his thoughtfulness, and an idea formed in your mind as you pulled a roll of cotton material from the pantry. Over the next few days, you worked diligently, sewing.

The fire crackled low in the hearth as you sat in your chair, struggling to stay awake. Your eyelids grew heavy, and your head nodded forward when a subtle shift in the darkness outside caught your attention. The first gray light of dawn began to break when you noticed a massive shape moving out of the forest. Heart racing, you quickly stood from your chair and stepped back from the window, not wanting to startle him. Hearing the crunch of heavy paws on the snow outside, you hurry to the door, your hand trembling slightly as you open it.

Before you stood the black wolf, majestic and striking. His fur had grown thicker and fuller from the harshness of winter. He carried a couple of limp hares in his strong jaw, and his dark eyes darted nervously, clearly not expecting to see you. Tilting his head, he gently set the carcasses at your feet before raising his eyebrows in an almost human-like expression as he looked up at you.

“G’morning,” you whispered, carefully reaching out to stroke his muzzle. The wolf snorted, warm air brushing against your skin. His tail began to sway, and you ran your fingers through the soft, thick fur. “Thank you, Ted.”

He raised his head, his big eyes meeting yours briefly before he turned to leave. Just as he was about to step off the porch, you called out, “Wait!” A little cloud escaped from your lips in the cold air, and you shivered against the chilling wind, wrapped tightly in a down shawl.

He froze, ears twitching at the sound of your voice, and slowly glanced back at you. Your palms felt clammy as you worked up the courage. “I... I’d like to invite you to dinner. Tonight.” For a moment only the howling wind swirled around you, breaking the silence between you. Then he met your gaze, and in that look, you understood he would come.

You heard a scrape against the wooden door. Quickly untying your apron, you tossed it over the back of a chair and rushed to open it, revealing the familiar, hulking form of the wolf.

“Welcome,” you greeted, watching as he hesitated at the threshold, his gaze sweeping over you before stepping into the hut. His figure nearly filled the small space. “Here,” you murmured, gesturing to the table where a set of clothes lay folded. “I hope this suits you.”

The wolf’s sharp gaze flicked from you to the clothes laid out on the table. With a slight tilt of his head, he padded closer. Leaning in, his wet, dark nose twitched as he explored the fabric, inhaling the scents with curiosity.

“I’ll… I’ll just wait in the other room. Call for me when you’re ready, a’right?” Your voice wavered slightly, your heart racing in your chest. The wolf locked eyes with you before letting out a quick, wide yawn that revealed his sharp teeth, followed by a soft whimper as he tried to soothe his own unease. With a nervous smile, you retreated into the bedroom and settled on the edge of the bed. In the dim light, you listened intently for the slightest sound, fidgeting with your hands and glancing now and then at the door.

Suddenly, a voice drifted in from the other room. “I’m done.”

You nearly jumped, quickly rising to open the door and step out. The sight of Ted standing in the middle of the room stole your breath. His hair was tousled, and he shifted from foot to foot. Big brown eyes peeked out from under his bangs while he rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He was much taller than you remembered. The shirt you’d made hung loosely off his frame, and the pants fell a short at the ankles. Your gaze drifted down to his bare feet.

“I’m sorry, Ted, I don’t have shoes for you.”

Ted chuckled. “It’s fine. I actually like feeling the ground under my own feet,” he said, wiggling his toes against the floor. “After spending so much time as a wolf, it’s nice to feel human again.”

You both glanced at his feet, an awkward silence settling in.

“Well... let’s sit at the table,” finally you suggested, forcing a smile and motioning toward the food. Ted nodded and followed you to the table.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like,” you began, nervously rambling as you pointed to each dish. “So I made chicken stew, and there’s apple pie, some eggs, canned food, and bread…” You pushed a basket of it toward him, but then your eyes widened as you suddenly remembered something. “Oh!”

You shot up from your chair and darted to the stove, fumbling with the pot. Ted watched you with a mix of delight and curiosity, but when you turned back, you caught him quickly looking away, his gaze snapping to his empty plate.

“And pearl barley!” you exclaimed, placing the pot in the center of the table and Ted’s eyes widened with surprise, as if he’d discovered a treasure. You planted your hands on your hips, surveying the spread to ensure nothing was forgotten. Satisfied, you smiled at Ted. “That’s everything. What would you like?”

Ted cleared his throat, looking as awkward as you felt. “Uh, stew, please.” He glanced up at you, offering a bashful smile.

You nodded and grabbed the serving spoon, your hands trembling slightly as you dished out the chicken stew onto his plate. His gaze tracked the spoon’s every movement until you set the food in front of him.

“More?” you asked, glancing up.

He shook his head. “Thank you.”

Outside, the wind howled restlessly, rattling the windows and filling the night with an eerie sound that felt like demons wandering nearby. But inside, the quiet was broken only by the crackle of the fireplace and the soft clinking of dishes while you served yourself stew and barley.

When Ted took his first bite, his eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping him. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction.

“Is it good?”

“Yes,” he nodded, taking another bite, chewing slowly, savoring each flavor. “I haven’t eaten cooked food in... well, over a year, I think. Been living off raw stuff for so long…”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” You watched the stew disappear from his plate faster than you’d expected, his appetite both endearing and a little heartbreaking.

Finishing the last bite, he set his empty plate down and looked up at you with soft, hopeful puppy-dog eyes. “Can I...?”

It took a moment for realization to dawn. “Oh! Of course! Of course!” you said, standing up a bit too quickly. “You want more stew?”

He nodded, a bit shyly. As you scooped more stew onto his plate, he added hesitantly, “...and the pearl barley... please.”

You paused, then broke into a smile. “Of course.” You added a generous helping of barley to his plate, noticing a faint flush on his cheeks as he gave you a grateful nod. The two of you settled into a silence while occasionally sneaking glances at one another.

As you took another bite, Ted spoke up. “Can I ask you something personal?”

You nodded, your mouth full.

“Why do you live alone?”

The question caught you off guard, but it didn’t sting. “I’m an orphan. This house was abandoned when I found it, so I moved in.”

“I’m sorry,”he murmured, and you shook your head with a small smile.

“I guess I’m kind of like a lone wolf, just like you.”

At your words, he fixed you with a piercing gaze, and you realized that your statement resonated with him far more than you intended. There was an intensity in his expression that made you quickly look away, feeling the air between you grow heavy.

“So, um,” you continued, trying to steer the conversation away from the sudden tension. “Not quite alone. I have my hens and even a cow.”

Ted didn’t respond right away, but his gaze softened. “Aren’t you afraid to live out here by yourself?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Afraid? Nah. Well, I was at first,” you admitted. “But after a while, I got used to it. Plus, I’ve got Harry.”

“Harry?” Ted’s whole body tensed at the name.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, pointing toward the corner by the front door. Ted followed your gesture and relaxed when he saw the shotgun leaning against the wall.

“Oh…” he breathed. But then, suddenly, Ted leapt to his feet, eyes wide and frantic.

“Ted?” You stood as well, alarmed by his sudden movement. He clutched his mouth, his face contorted in pain, and without a word, he bolted for the door. The wind from the blizzard rushed in as he threw it open, snow swirling into the room.

“Ted! What’s wrong?” You ran after him, heart pounding, stepping into the biting cold. The chill hit you hard, but you barely felt it through your panic.

You spotted him around the corner of the house, hunched over with one hand braced against the wall. His broad shoulders shook as he struggled against the urge to retch.

“Ted!” you called again, your voice shaky with worry. You took a step closer, but he shot out a hand, stopping you with a frantic wave.

“I’m fine!” His voice was strained, barely above a growl.

You watched helplessly from a distance while Ted’s body convulsed, finally giving in and vomiting into the snow. His bare feet sank into the frigid ground as he continued to heave. Once the retching stopped, he knelt down, scooping up snow with large hands to wipe his mouth and face, trying to cleanse himself of the sickness.

“Ted, are you alright?” you asked, your voice trembling while he turned to face you. His pale face appeared drawn, and his chest heaved with each labored breath he took.

“Yeah... I’m fine,” he murmured, but the exhaustion in his eyes told a different story.

You rushed to his side, wrapping your arm around him and pulling him toward the door. His skin was burning hot to the touch, and his feet were red from the cold. “Let’s get you inside.”

Ted didn’t argue, allowing you to guide him back into the warmth of the house. You led him to the couch by the fireplace, where he lay down with a weary sigh. Gently, you fluffed the pillow beneath his head, arranging it just right for comfort. With the same tenderness, you draped a blanket over him, tucking it in snugly, as if crafting a cozy nest for a baby bird.

“I probably shouldn’t have eaten so much,” he admitted, his tired eyes following your every move. “Guess my stomach’s just used to raw food after all this time.”

“I feel bad for not realizing it would be too much. I just wanted you to enjoy it.”

He gave you a faint smile. “It’s not your fault. I should have considered that.”

“May I?” you asked, your hand hovering hesitantly above his forehead. Ted nodded slightly, closing his eyes in surrender. Your hand pressed against his forehead, feeling the heat radiate from his skin.

“Oh my God, Ted! You have a fever!”

You hurried to fetch a cloth, dipping it in cool water mixed with snow, then returning to place it gently on his forehead. His brows twitched in relief at the cold sensation, the tension in his body beginning to ease.

“You need to rest now.” you murmured soothingly, adjusting the cold compress against his forehead.

“Why is it that I always find myself in your care?” he mumbled, his gaze meeting yours with a blend of affection and embarrassment.

“Shhh… try to sleep.” You gently brushed his damp hair away from his forehead. His skin felt scalding under your touch. His long lashes fluttered as, finally, with a deep breath, he drifted off into sleep.

Your heart ached every time he stirred in discomfort, his features contorting in restless slumber. Ted’s fever raged throughout the night, but you kept vigil by his side, changing the cloth on his forehead regularly.

By early morning, his temperature dropped. His breathing steadied, and his features relaxed as he rested. Exhausted from the long night of worry and care, you dragged yourself to your room, collapsing onto your bed.

A loud clatter from the kitchen pulled you from sleep. The winter sun streamed through the window, bright yet cold, and you blinked in confusion.Another crash echoed from the next room, prompting you to throw the covers aside and hurry out of bed.

You rushed to the door, flinging it open, your heart racing. There, sitting on his haunches in the kitchen, was Ted, hurriedly gathering fallen pans and cutlery. When he caught sight of you, he averted his gaze as if caught in a moment of mischief, then glanced back, his familiar puppy-dog eyes filled with apology, that made your heart skip a beat.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he muttered sheepishly.

“Ted…” you gasped, relief washing over you. “What are you doing up? You need to rest!”

He slowly rose, his lean frame stretching. “I feel good already,” he said, though the wavering tone of his voice betrayed his effort to seem normal.

As you scolded him, your eyes caught the flicker of flames in the hearth. The fire wasn’t burning low like usual in the mornings. Fresh logs crackled and popped brightly.

You stepped closer, peering into the sizzling pan. Fried eggs. Though not quite perfect. The yolks were spread, and a few bits of eggshell bobbed among them. Ted shifted uncomfortably behind you, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, nervously waiting for your reaction.

“I thought you might wake up hungry and, y’know, want to eat something,” Ted mumbled, giving you a shy, crooked smile. His eyes searched yours, silently pleading for your approval.

“Thank you,” you said warmly, returning his smile as you glanced up at him. Without missing a beat, you started setting the table. Once the table was set, you both sat down, the golden sun filtering through the windows, casting soft light across the room. You pushed the eggshell aside with a fork and took a bite. The flavor was salty but not bad, and you could tell Ted had put a lot of effort into it.

“It’s delicious,” you said sincerely, looking across at him. “No one’s ever cooked breakfast for me before.”

Ted blinked, caught off guard by your confession. His cheeks flushed. “Really?” His voice came out a little hoarse, and he quickly cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as he glanced away. “Well... you’re welcome.”

He didn’t eat anything himself, just sipped at a glass of water, his gaze returning to you every few seconds. His eyes traced every little movement, but it wasn’t discomforting. He just marveled at the sight of you sitting there, eating the breakfast he’d made just for you.

You noticed the weight of his stare, but before you could say anything, he glanced out the window and broke the silence. “I saw a booth outside, but… no dog.”

“Booth?” You glanced where he was looking, then back at him. “Oh, that,” you said nonchalantly. “It was the old owner’s dog’s. I never got around to taking it down.”

Ted looked back at you, nodding thoughtfully. His long fingers played with the edge of his glass. “Do you ever think about getting one? A dog I mean.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe.”

“Well, if you do… I’ll help build a better booth. Maybe one big enough for me.” He let out a quiet laugh. You chuckled, shaking your head at his ridiculous suggestion.

The rest of winter passed quietly, with Ted becoming a familiar presence around your hut. He returned often, helping with chores like chopping firewood, mending the fence, and feeding the animals, but always disappearing into the woods at night. Gradually, his visits turned into something more than just assistance. Sometimes he lingered by the fire, sharing stories that made you both laugh or simply enjoying the warmth together, stealing glances at each other.

One evening, as you both sat at the table, sharing a meal, the question that had gnawed at you for weeks finally surfaced. You watched him tear into a piece of half-cooked meat with his teeth, and something inside you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ted,” you began, voice hesitant. He met your gaze, brow lifting as he chewed, curious.

“Yeah?” he asked, swallowing thickly, licking his lips.

You took a breath, choosing your words carefully. “Have you ever thought about becoming human again?”

“Am I not in human form now?” he asked, a bit puzzled.

You shook your head, “No, I mean... going back to a normal life. A full life. Not just sneaking out here to see me.”

Ted stilled, lowering the half-eaten meat in his hand. His eyes, which usually held a playful glimmer, darkened with uncertainty. He stared at you.

“I’m living a fuller life here than I used to,” he finally muttered, setting the meat down. “You don’t judge me for what I am.” His gaze dropped to the table. “If only…if only you don’t want me here…”

“No!” You blurted, almost panicked at the thought. “I want you!” You winced at how blunt it sounded, quickly backtracking. “I mean... I really love spending time with you.”

A small smile tugged at Ted’s lips, but he remained quiet for a moment, lost in thought.

“I don’t know if I can go back,” he said softly, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I’m not sure I belong there anymore.”

Seeing the sadness in his posture, you reached across the table and placed your hand over his.

“It’s okay to feel that way. You don’t have to force yourself to fit into a place that no longer feels right.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “And you’re always welcome here.”

The fire crackled beside you, casting a warm glow around the room as laughter filled the air, you lost in each other’s company. You hadn’t noticed how close Ted had come until you glanced up, your eyes meeting his. A flush crept across your cheeks, prompting you to lower your eyes. Gathering your courage, you looked back, only to find his stare had deepened, the firelight reflecting in his dark brown eyes.

His gaze dipped briefly to your lips, and slowly, you both leaned in, your noses brushing together, his warm breath mingling with yours in a tantalizing moment of anticipation. With your eyes closed, your lips met in the softest of kisses - hesitant and delicate, as if discovering how to fit together in this newfound closeness. Ted’s lips were gentle against yours, their caress sending a rush of butterflies through your stomach.

As you leaned further into him, soft hums of pleasure escaped him. Ted shifted beside you, his large hands cradling your face, thumbs grazing your cheekbones as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Your lips began to move together a bit faster, the intensity building between you. But just as it reached its peak, Ted pulled back briefly, resting his forehead against yours. His breaths came in shaky bursts.

“Wait,” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“Is something wrong?”

“No…” Ted spilled out like a breathless sigh before drawing back just enough to gaze into your eyes. You noticed the way his pupils were dilated, filled with desire. “I really want you…”

Warmth flooded your chest. You reached up, running your fingers through his unruly hair, trying to tuck his bangs out of his eyes, but they stubbornly fell back. “But…?” you asked, softly encouraging.

Ted’s breath caught, his gaze piercing as he searched your eyes for understanding. “I just... need to ask you something.” He paused, swallowing hard, his calloused hands cradled your face more firmly. “Do you want to be my mate?”

You blinked, taken aback by his question. Still trying to tame those rebellious strands of hair, you glanced up at him. “You mean... be your girlfriend?”

Ted’s brows furrowed. “No, more than that. A mate like… wolves have.”

The strand of hair you had been fussing with finally obeyed, only to slip free again and tumble into his eyes.

“Like wolves,” you echoed gently, feeling his hands settle on your waist. Taking a deep breath to gather your thoughts, you placed your palms on either side of his face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. Ted’s eyes, glowing in the firelight, remained fixed on yours.

“Ted,” you began softly, your heart racing. “I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re sweet, kind, and you care more than anyone else ever has...” The intensity of his gaze sent a flush to your cheeks. “And you’re brave... I feel safe with you.”

His grip tightened slightly where his hands rested on your body, hanging on to every word. You could see his chest rise and fall with shallow breaths.

“I don’t need anyone else,” you continued. “I -”

Ted didn’t give you a chance to finish your sentence; he surged forward, crashing his lips against yours in a sudden kiss that stole your breath. His arms tightened around you. Your hands slipped from his face to his shoulders, clinging to him as he pulled you closer. You melted into him, the world outside fading into nothingness. All that mattered was the softness of his lips, the warmth of his breath, and the strength of his hands enveloping you.

His hands slid up your back as you shifted into his lap,fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt and tugging it upward. Ted, consumed by the heat of the moment, was hesitant to pull away from your swollen lips, kissing you with fierce hunger. With a sudden burst of impatience, he yanked his shirt off, revealing his scarred chest pressed against yours, and dove back into the kiss with newfound urgency.

Ted’s fingers toyed with the bow of your dress, slowly loosening it, and a quiet gasp escaped you as he placed gentle kisses along your jawline, trailing down to the sensitive skin of your neck. The fabric eased off your shoulders, revealing the soft curve of your breasts under his yearning gaze.

You let out soft moans, feeling his mouth continue its path, each kiss a tender caress along your collarbone and beyond, trying not to miss a single inch of exposed skin. His hands guided you, gently lowering you onto your back on the soft rug by the fire. Hovering above, Ted took a breath, his gaze locked onto yours. With a gentle shift, he pressed his body against yours, pinning you beneath him completely.

Your fingers tangled in his hair while he continued his journey lower, nipping and kissing your pliable breasts, sending tingles through your skin. Beneath him, you arched, gasping when his mouth found your nipple, drawing it in gently and swirling his tongue around it in a teasing caress. He moved to the other, lavishing the same attention.

Ted’s hands, gentle yet trembling, moved down to pull your dress free, guiding it over your hips with care. When it finally slipped from your body, he leaned back on his knees, his gaze tracing every inch of your bare skin with a look of pure awe.

“You’re so beautiful,” he croaked. His eyes held yours, steady and admiring, before he leaned back in, closing the space between you. His body pressed warmly against yours, enveloping you in his embrace, holding you close.

Your lips met once more. Ted’s hips ground against you, his hard cock pressing and rubbing against your thigh. Your hand snaked down, fingers fumbling with the button on his pants. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted just enough to help, shifting his weight to one elbow as his free hand found yours, guiding it to ease his pants down together.

He moved to shed the last of his clothes. Once his pants were gone, your gaze fell on his cock: hard, leaking with pre-cum and twitching with need. Your pussy responded in kind, throbbing and wet, ready for him.

Ted stretched out over you, his body warm and flush against yours as he shifted slightly, searching for a position that felt just right before finally settling between your legs. His lips found yours again, your hand roamed over his back, feeling the rough scars beneath your fingertips. His hand slid between your bodies, and he grasped his cock, guiding the swollen tip to glide over your clit. His movements were a little awkward, and you could feel the uncertainty in the way his body tensed against yours.

With his swollen tip poised at your entrance, Ted paused, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. The desire in your eyes spoke volumes, giving him all the assurance he needed. Agonizingly slow, Ted began to push inside you, pulling a moan from your lips as he stretched you inch by inch. He responded with a throaty growl that escaped his lips, reflecting the overwhelming sensations coursing between you. Your hands clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, while your legs wrapped around his narrow waist, urging him to go deeper.

Ted lowered himself, bracing on his elbows to hold you closer, his body fitting snugly against yours while his lips traveled across your skin, peppering kisses down your neck. He drew his hips back slightly before rolling them forward. Tension rippled through him with each thrust, muscles taut as if he were grappling with an inner struggle.

“Ted,” you whispered gently, sensing his tension. “Are you a’right?”

He gave a faint shake of his head, his mouth still pressed against your skin as he moved inside you with an uneven rhythm.“Yeah, I’m fine,” his voice came out muffled, though you could sense the unease in his tone.

You tilted his face to meet yours, urging him to pause. “Tell me,” you coaxed, brushing his hair back from his forehead with a tender touch.

He hesitated, wrestling with his words. “I just… I want you…” His eyes flicked away, and his adam’s apple bobbed before finally confessing, “I want to take you from behind…”

His words shot through you, electrifying every nerve as a pulse of heat spread through your body. You nodded,your fingers tracing down his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing. “Then do it, Ted,” you whispered, your voice thick with desire as you shifted onto all fours.

Ted’s hands gripped your hips as he shifted behind you, the heat of his large palm warming your small back. He paused for a moment, and you turned your head slightly to catch his gaze.

Ted’s chest heaved, his eyes clouded with lust, unaware of your gaze. With a sudden, powerful thrust, he drove deep inside you until he reached the hilt. The shift in angle drew a gasp from your lips, the new sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. A low growl rumbled in Ted’s throat as he began to thrust into you. He leaned forward, wrapping his strong arms securely around your waist, pulling you against his chest until you felt his heartbeat thundering against your back.

In that embrace, Ted found his confidence, the hesitation he’d once carried now gone. His grip tightened as his hips moved with newfound certainty, plowing into you. His lips found your neck, soft at first, brushing over your skin before trailing rough, hungry kisses along its curve. With each kiss, he grew bolder, rolling his hip faster and thrusting harder. Ted’s cock moved in and out of your tight pussy with ease, slick with your juices.

A moan escaped your lips as you arched into Ted’s rhythm, savoring each inch of his cock. His chest, warm and slick with sweat, pressed firmly against your back, the two of you sliding together in perfect sync as he rocked you. The sound of your bodies meeting echoed through the room. His breath turned ragged, desperate, and you could feel the beast within taking over. His kisses turned rougher, his teeth grazing your skin, before sinking in your heated flesh. His mouth moved across your shoulders and back, leaving a trail of small marks, claiming you as his. Each bite sent jolts of pleasure mixed with sharp, delicious pain through you, your body responding with louder moans.

Ted’s rhythm quickened, his hips snapping against yours. His groans became louder, almost animalistic. His large hands slid up to cup your breasts, squeezing and teasing them, his breath hot and uneven against your skin.

“I want this... us... forever.” His words came between breaths, rough and low.

Ted’s hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit. His touch was firm, rubbing in fast circles that matched the frantic rhythm of his thrusts. Heat building in your core as his swollen tip hit just the right spot in you and his fingers worked you toward the brink. You moaned his name, scratching the rug beneath you with nails, your body tightening as your orgasm hit hard. Your hands and knees shook, yet you managed to stay steady.

Ted’s groans shifted into primal growls, feeling how his cock trapped in your pussy’s vice grip, clenching him multiple times.

“I need to fill you up… I need…” he grumbled, and Ted’s body tensed behind you, his movements growing erratic.

“Yes… yes… yes,” the words came out in short gasps, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

His sweaty forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, and with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, releasing with a guttural growl. You felt the warmth of his cum fill you, his body quivering against yours as he rode out the waves of orgasm, rocking his hips gently to make sure he gave everything he had.

With one last thrust, Ted’s body melted onto yours, his chest heaving against your back in exhaustion. He tucked his face into your nape, and time seemed to stand still, his body a soothing weight atop yours. Your heart pounded, feeling his lips brushing over the marks he’d left, kissing them softly as if in apology.

Unable to remain on all fours, you both shifted onto your sides, facing one another. His breathing gradually slowed, and he nudged his nose lightly against yours. Your fingers ran through his messy hair, brushing the damp strands of his bangs from his flushed face. You took a moment to admire him, Ted’s eyes were heavy with exhaustion yet filled with devotion and love. They roamed over your face as if you were the only thing in his world.

Leaning in, you kissed him softly, and Ted’s eyes fluttered shut beneath the touch of your lips. His hand traced the side of your face, down your jawline, before resting at the curve of your neck, fingers resting lightly,without any urgency. Your thigh draped over his waist, pulling him closer.

When his eyes opened again, your gazes locked, foreheads gently touching. In that moment you both knew that he was yours, and you were his, bound forever.

Headcanons

Ted continues to watch over you from a distance on your trips to and from the city, though now you’re aware of it.

On the coldest nights, Ted shifts into his wolf form, curling around you by the fireplace to keep you warm with his thick fur.

Once, you ride on his back while he’s in wolf form. You love it so much that it becomes a regular thing.

Ted has a hard time getting used to cooked food.

He often hovers nearby when you’re cooking, sniffing curiously.

Occasionally, you catch him sneaking a piece of raw meat when he thinks you’re not looking.

Ted loves to playfully “hunt” you, catching you in his arms before he laughs and kisses you. More often than not, these playful moments end in up with passionate sex.

Always leaving marks as a reminder that you’re his.

When the moon is full, Ted runs off deep into the woods. You often hear the distant howls of wolves, but no matter how many voices rise into the night sky, you always recognize Ted’s. Wild, free, and filled with longing.

He still hunts at night.

For your one-year anniversary, you crafted matching bracelets from leather for the two of you.

One evening, Ted surprises you with a small puppy bundled in his arms. “I thought you might need some company when I’m not around,” he said, smiling softly. “He’ll guard you, keep you safe.”

Ted, in his wolf form, absolutely melts when you scratch his ears or along his side, causing his hind paw to tap the ground involuntarily.

Sometimes, he can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when he catches you scratching your dog’s belly.

He loves nuzzling, pulling you close to bury his face in your neck, your nape, or your cleavage, breathing in your scent.

Over time, you learned the stories behind some of his scars.

One day, you spotted Ted in his wolf form teaching your dog to hunt.

Ted never wanted to return to the “world”.

The peace of the woods, with you by his side, is all he needs.

#ted logan x reader

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