A/N: Here, we finish up the previous scene an move into the Yura meeting. I'm not overly pleased with the flow here/prev chap, but here ya go. I'm not messing with it anymore. Enjoy.

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"Like this?" I ask, locking the cold steel around her slender wrists, now pulled behind her back. She groans out an affirmative.

And then I'm taking over, holding her still while I thrust away from the seat, while I pound into my woman and give her everything I am.

"Oh, God," she cries. "Bite me!"

And I do, snapping forward to sink my fangs into the curve of her breast, right above that sinful black lace. Her scream is loud enough to deafen, but her cries of 'yes, yes!' tell me it's just what she needs.

I lick the thin trail of blood away, working my way between her breasts and up to the hollow dip in her throat. I suck on her jaw, her lip, move back down to nip her neck and shoulder. She drops her head back. Her body jumps in my arms, and that familiar wet tightening around my cock gets me with her in seconds.

"Yash, I'm gonna come."

"Kagome," I groan, squeezing her waist, my stomach clenching and my legs burning as I chase after her, needing this release. So fucking close. Right there . . . Something sharp taps twice on the window, startling us both.

My orgasm pulls out of reach and dissipates into nothing. Rage flashes through me. Sharp and deadly in my veins. "WHAT THE FUCK?" I yell, glaring at the dark figure standing outside the car. The glass is fogged all around us. I can't make them out. Doesn't matter. Whoever it is, I am going to kill them. Kagome slumps against my chest and continues pulsing, taking her pleasure in jerks and spasms.

"Oh, God," she whispers.

"Taisho?" a voice calls out. I snatch her coat off of the seat and wrap it around her, pulling her closer.

"Bastard," I hiss, recognizing the voice of the man I'm about to bury. "Hakkaku, what the fuck are you doing here?"

I watch his figure move a little. "Sorry, man. I was out here the other day. Just checking to see that everything's clear. Is Ginta with you?"

What did he just say? "Do you think Ginta is with me? Get the fuck out of here!" I snarl.

Kagome bites back a snort of laughter. "This isn't funny, koi," I snarl.

"What's up, Kagome?" he has the audacity to ask.

"Hakkaku!" Sensing the danger in my tone, he steps away from the window.

"All right! I was just saying hi. It's not like I saw anything." I grit my teeth. "I heard a little."

"I'm going to kill him," I growl, turning my head. "He's dead. You're dead, you hear me, wolf?"

"Damn, you're more uptight than Koga."

The sound of my snarl makes him worry for his safety. Finally.

"Leaving now!" he calls out. "See you later, Kagome!" A door closes, then the unmistakable sound of a car driving over gravel signals his exit.

Kagome shifts against me. Groaning, I drop my head against the seat, as close to giving up as I've ever been. I will never come again. Just kill me now.

"Hey."

I open my eyes.

"Are you okay?" Kagome asks, her lips lifting into a soft, sated and slightly amused smile. I take a moment to just look at her. My anger slips away. Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair a wild mess of dark heavy waves, falling past her shoulders and sticking to her sweat soaked skin. Her nipples are still tight from arousal. Rosy blotches and indentations made from teeth decorate her breasts and the rise of her neck. The marks from my fangs are clear to see. She'll be sore a few days, but it was worth it.

"So beautiful," I say as I reach behind her back and quickly remove the cuffs. I rub her wrists and arms, soothing any ache she might have. She falls forward, her head resting on my shoulder. Her body loose and warm. Kagome doesn't say anything for the longest time, then with my eyes closed and my hands moving leisurely over her back she presses the softest kiss to my neck and whispers, "I absolutely belong to you."

I open my eyes. A weight of relief settles over me, like I didn't know her life was mine or that I belonged irrevocably to her until this moment. I bury my face in her damp hair as we cling to each other. Desperate and adoring touches, our whispered words being muted further by the rain against the glass, but I still say them, and so does she.

"I love you."

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Kagome

Something is off with InuYasha. Aside from the fact that he didn't come earlier today during our back-seat romp, we're on our way to meet up with Yura so she can spend time with Toga. Something I know InuYasha wishes we could avoid all together, and he seems to be in a decent mood. No. More than decent. He's humming.

Over the low rumble of the engine I can hear the deep tones of his voice carrying out a tune. He taps his thumb rhythmically against the wheel. What the hell? At last, he feels my gaze and turns to me.

"Are you okay?" I ask. "You look like you're actually looking forward to this."

The thought settles over me like a dark cloud. I sink further into the seat, the relenting weight of jealousy gathering in my chest. Does he actually want to see Yura? His brow pinches together before he looks back at the road. "How so?"

"Well, let's see. You're humming for one. You don't hum, Yash."

"Sometimes I do," he says, smirking. The words 'after sex' hang silent in the air.

I look quickly in the backseat, making sure the boys aren't listening. No worries, Ruchi is passed out and Toga is engrossed with his tablet. I face forward and ignore my smirking husband. I don't ask why he's so chipper again, but focus on my breathing and keeping my mind calm. No way do I feel like humming, not with what's ahead of us.

After a time, the brush of InuYasha's fingers against my cheek turns my head. He has shifted a little in his seat, his body now angled toward me and his elbow resting on top of the wheel. It's then I notice we've stopped moving. The jeep is in park, pulled in front of a long driveway leading to a pale blue house.

"Oh," I murmur, swallowing thickly. "We're here."

"Yeah. We're here," he echoes. He turns his head, looking through the window, his body suddenly taking on that stiff, agitated demeanor I'd been expecting and silently asking for this entire drive. I don't want Yash to be worked up by this. I don't want him worrying or wondering what will possibly come of this meeting. Yura shouldn't be affecting my family, yet she is. Damn it!

I glare through the window. A figure moves onto the front porch. Short black hair, cut in the latest style. Bitch. What gives her the right? A demanding possessiveness stirs in my blood. This is my family. Mine. Not hers. InuYasha is mine. Toga is mine. Ruchi is . . . well, obviously Ruchi has nothing to do with Yura, but still. With a quick hand, I unlatch my seat belt and shove the door open, stepping out of the jeep.

"Kagome?"

I look up at Yash. "What?"

He blinks. "You okay?"

"I will be. Get out of the truck." I run a hand through my hair, then brace that same hand on my hip. My fingers tapping impatiently on my dress as I turn my head and stare directly at Yura. She holds my gaze for a single second before cutting away and looking down. Good.

"You look sexy as hell right now."

My gaze shoots to InuYasha. "What?"

He smirks, unlatching his seatbelt, his eyes never leaving mine. "Sexy, koi. Looking like you're ready to throw down and claim what's yours. I like it."

"You are insane," I tell him, but I fight not to smile.

"Only for you, baby," he grins.

We both grab one of the boys, me cradling Ruchi in my arms, his eyes still closed and his body still slack from sleep, and Toga up on InuYasha's shoulders. We head up the driveway, coming to a stop in front of the bottom step of the porch. Yura slowly moves to the edge of the railing. I barely recognize her. She looks thinner. Her skin a little paler, her hair lifeless despite the cut, her complexion dull. It's been three years since we spoke in person last, but gazing at her now it feels like it's been longer. She's aged terribly, that smart-assed confidence she had burning inside her is vanished.

The woman in front of me is uneasy. Hesitant. She's looking down at me, but in no way is she above me. She knows this, it is in every line of her body.

I do nothing to change her perception.