She was breathtaking. Sesshomaru shifted back slowly, reveling in his thoughts. Never had a woman fought for him, and Rin didn't just fight. She staked her claim. She put a demon in her place, for him. Because she owned him. And she knew it.
Sitting down, Sesshomaru leaned back in his chair, feeling a small smile spread across his face.
Yes, Rin was an anomaly. He now knew why his beast had chosen her also. Fun, feisty Rin was also fearless and determined. Imagine his surprise at her punching a demon in the face, not once, but twice, then making demands of said demon. Better yet, Kagura was terrified of not listening to his mate. Luckily for Sesshomaru, his beast had chosen well for him. Lord Sesshomaru would have been more angry and irritated knowing he was mated to anyone who was incapable of defending herself, or being bold when the situation called for such.
Still, it was a pity Rin was human. Although good for business, it was quite an issue to deal with. To accept. To embrace. And if there was anything Lord Sesshomaru wanted, it was to embrace her. Rin.
She'd come bursting into his office, not cowering in fear of his demon form. In fact, she had dictated to him, making demands and assuming he would follow. He might act like such actions angered him, but in truth he was feeling things altogether different from anger.
His blood boiled and sang, but not from his temper. From lust, hard, hot lust. It had been forming in the pit of his stomach the first time she growled down at Kagura. Lord Sesshomaru had known then he was in trouble. Never had a human made him feel this way. He never even felt this much of a reaction from all the demons he'd fucked throughout the years, and there had been many. He burned like this only for Rin. He just wanted to pound into her, over and over again. Bite her neck and hold her in place for every thrust, so she would know that she belonged to him, body and soul. And she did, wholeheartedly. This marriage might be a sham in the human sense, but she was already his, mated to him, even though she didn't comprehend it. No man would ever touch her again and live. She was his.
A growl rumbled low in Lord Sesshomaru's throat at the thought. The woman was going to drive him insane. He was known for his lack of concern and his cold, hard demeanor, but lately he felt differently. He wanted her to smile and Sesshomaru wanted to be the reason for her smile. He wanted to rip out the throats of every single person she graced with her beautiful smile. Every smile should have been for him and him alone.
It would be, soon enough. He'd make certain of that.