***LEMON WARNING!***
This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature. Not for young audiences.
Baka = is Japanese for 'fool' or 'idiot'
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Holding her hair up with her hands, Kagome watches herself in the mirror, having just taken out her hot curlers and spritzed her locks with just a bit of flexible hold hairspray. Releasing her hair, she lets her shiny blue-black locks fall in dark voluminous waves around her. She turns side to side in the mirror, not sure how she wants to wear her hair. Letting it fall in front of her shoulders, she fluffs out the front ends so it cascades like a waterfall down her front, partially covering her chest. Somehow, it seems to give her a playful seductress feel. Hmm, maybe she'll save that one for another time. Grabbing a pretty blue sapphire clasp from her table top – the color matching Kouga's piercing eyes – she clips it into her hair, pinning it half up and letting the rest cascade down her back. Carefully pulling out a lock of hair near the front of her bangs, she lets it fall just so, delicately framing her face. Perfect.
Kagome turns towards her bedroom door, calling out, "Kouga, you doing okay down there?" knowing the wolf's keen ears will hear her. A slightly muffled bark responds, and she knows he's telling her he's fine. Kagome giggles at the thought of how good she's getting at understanding Kouga's different barks and growls and the various meanings they all hold. It's like learning a whole new language.
Examining her work in the mirror, Kagome takes in her warm red lipstick and the soft rosy blush to her cheeks. Just enough to highlight her porcelain skin, and the smoky blue eye shadow she'd applied in just the right way to give her eyes a touch of mystique and rather enjoying the sultry affect it gives her. She tugs at the top of her spaghetti strap little black dress with a plunging neckline that show's just enough curves and rounded cleavage to be daring and memorable, yet not overly trashy.
Kagome has to fight from nibbling the corner of her lip as she grins at herself in the mirror. She hardly ever got the chance to dress up, and it feels really . . . good. She smooths the skirt with her hands that flares out a hands width above her knees, cascading around her silky smooth legs. As is absolutely mandatory when wearing such a dress, Kagome spins in a circle, grinning gleefully as the fabric rises, whirling and floating around her like a cloud, before settling gently against her hips again, framing the shape of her curves. Strappy black sandals with a two inch heel wrap just past her delicate ankles, completing her ensemble. Kagome smirks mischievously at herself in the mirror, one thing is certain – Kouga is going to blow a gasket when he sees her, and she'll finally get a little payback for all the teasing he's done to her today.
Kouga turns the little controller in his hand sharply to the left, his face grimacing as he squints his eyes at the screen, watching with amused horror as his race car goes flying off a ramp, spinning wildly in the air before exploding into flames as it crashes. The words GAME OVER splashes across the screen. He lets out an annoyed growl, tossing the controller on the couch next to him, he'd almost had it that time.
He'd been totally stunned when Kagome had shown him how to play her brother's video games, and he has to admit, they're addicting. The humans in Kagome's world definitely seem to enjoy their entertainment. Gone are the days of hunting for your dinner, or fearing invasion from a rival village, or going hungry in the dead of winter. Instead, the future had become 'online' and humans were connected across the world and eating foods from countries Kouga had never known existed. He's still having a hard time wrapping his head around the whole, earth is round and not flat revelation. He'd spent half an hour just flicking through the channels on the TV, mesmerized by what he saw and heard, but he likes the video games better. There's lots of stuff you can blow up. The sight of the mutt's initials on the score board had booth floored and infuriated him, and Kouga had done his best to replace each one of those initials with his own.
He runs a hand through the back of his hair, betraying his impatience. How long does it take to get ready? Just what exactly is Kagome doing? It had taken him all of 5 minutes to change into the clothes she had left for him, and that was only because he'd been unwilling to release the controller as he did so. Meanwhile, an hour and a half later, and his feisty little miko is still nowhere to be seen.
Growling impatiently, Kouga rises from the couch, intent on finding his woman and making her hurry up. A roguish grin spreads across his face. Or perhaps he can make her slow down, thinking of all the things he could do to soothe and delay her. Just as Kouga turns towards the kitchen, his sensitive ears pick up the sound of Kagome's bedroom door opening and closing. Her light little feet clip oddly down the stairs. He smells her before he sees her, her sweet floral scent covered by a mist of something spicy and tangy. It smells good, but it can hardly compare to Kagome's natural mouthwatering scent.
"Damn, Kagome," Kouga gruff's, hearing her feet on the last steps, "what the hell is tak . . . ing . . . you . . ." Words die on his lips as a vision of an ivory goddess in a little black dress turns the corner into the room.
Kouga's entire body ignites into roaring flames at the sight of her. His youkai thrashes and howls to life at the back of his mind with an overpowering intensity that makes him stagger back. A lustful throaty rumble that's half growl surges powerfully in his chest as he devours the sight of his woman with wide, unbelieving eyes. The clinging tight fabric has a plunging neckline that enhances Kagome's firm breasts making Kouga's fangs instantly ache as he imagines his mouth wrapped around them. Her pouty lips darkened with red makes him desirous to be nibbling and sucking on that lush bottom lip. Wanting nothing more than to get lost in those dazzling soul sucking eyes that smolder beneath long dark lashes that blink innocently at him, plummeting his heart to the bottom of his feet.
Kagome yelps in surprise when Kouga's quick strides have her suddenly mashed up against the wall at her back. His hands braced on each side of her head as his claws dig into the plaster behind her.
Okay, maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Kagome worries, sometimes forgetting her wolf's very animalistic tendencies. She can feel Kouga's youkai sizzling and smothering around her. His blatant desire sends jolts of fire coursing through her veins, heating her blood with a powerful passionate need.
Kouga growls a low husky sound at the back of his throat while his youkai rumbles and paces around him as he struggles to maintain his composure and the powerful affects his delectable woman is having on him. He dips his head to the side of her neck, inhaling her deeply as his fangs nip and graze at her skin a little roughly, but Kagome moans at the contact, sending waves of approval sparking through Kouga's inflamed youkai.
"Fuck, Kagome," his hips press into her core as he nuzzles her neck, inhaling her, tasting her. His hot breath flushes against the shell of her ear, and every nerve ending in Kagome's body prickles with delicious heat that coils deep into her belly, feeding the brushfire already burning inside her. "Just where the fuck do you think you're going dressed like that?" Kouga grunts, slipping a knee between her legs and parting them slightly. Gods, he wants to rip her clothes off and take her possessively against the wall, then on the floor, then in her shower. They might even make it to the bed, wanting only to let his mouth and hands explore every crevice and dip of that delectable skin.
Desire radiates through every cell in Kagome's body at Kouga's proximity, his hands on either side of the wall trapping her in front of him. The rumbling in his chest sends vibrations trilling through her skin, heightening her sensitivity. How is it possible for so much sensation, so much light to exist in that simple sound that ripples over her flesh like droplets on a pond? The feel of his satiny lips licking and sucking at the nape of her neck, his teeth gently scraping along the column of her throat makes her feel sexier than she's ever felt in her life with a good dose of lightheadedness tossed in for good measure. The heat radiating from him seeps into her body, feeding the fires that scorch deliciously in her belly. Gods, how did you play hard to get when all you wanted to do was be caught?
"What, you don't like?" Kagome teases, griping Kouga's strong shoulders with her hands in an attempt to hold him back from pressing into her so forcefully. The feel of his obvious arousal pressing against her core sends tremors rippling through her body and she wonders if it's possible to orgasm with him just pressed up against her.
Keeping Kagome's small form trapped between his body and the wall, Kouga moves his thigh a little higher between her legs, widening her more, and causing his teasing woman to grind sweetly against the hard ridge of his jeans. The shockwaves of pleasure that go sizzling through her body at the contact makes Kagome bite back a moan.
Kouga growls, moving his head back just enough to catch her gaze. "Why don't we go upstairs, and I can show you just how much I hate it?" he rumbles seductively at her. The spike of arousal in his woman's scent burns his nostrils as he leans in to claim her mouth, but she pushes against him.
"Kouga, no," Kagome's voice aches with want and need, dripping with lust despite her rejection. "You'll ruin my makeup," she whispers huskily. Her mind screams at her to shut the hell up and let the Adonis before her sweep her into his arms and let him ravish her like she's his last fucking meal!
Kouga grumbles unhappily, this won't do at all. He can't have his woman out there in the world looking like this, her arousal blazing around her like a balefire for any male to sense or smell. But Kagome won't let him touch her the way he wants too. He moves the knee that is trapped between her hot little thighs, grinning wickedly when he sees Kagome's eyes dilate at the friction of her sensitive bundle rubbing against him. He can work with that.
"I guess I'll just have to find another way to play," Kouga's gruffed whisper at her ear sparks waves of heat and electricity that go shooting through her, sizzling straight to her core that pulses with need.
"And just what exactly do you aahhh... mean by that," Kagome sighs with pleasure at Kouga's wet tongue that strokes the outer ridge of her ear, sending an erotic shiver trembling through her even as his potent energy wraps around her, smoothing over her in the most incredibly possessive way she's ever felt.
"I mean," Kouga nips the soft flesh at Kagome's neck and collarbone, soothing it with his tongue as his hands run down her body to grip her hips. Her growing sighs of pleasure thicken and lengthen his trapped member that presses hard against his zipper, aching to be buried inside her. "I want to feel you cum, Kagome," he rumbles, desire heating his voice as Kouga rolls his hips into her core.
"Mmm... oohh..." Kagome whimpers with pleasure at the incredible friction sparking heat inside her when Kouga presses the thick ridge of his jeans against her, rolling her against his bulging erection over and over. She knows his possessive side is flaring inside him, that part of him that needs to stake his claim on her. Normally, she'd be annoyed with such domineering bravado from anyone, but somehow, when its him, and her body is trembling with the erotic shivers that he sends rippling through her, Kagome can only think of one thing.
"More," she gasps at the growing heat sparking deliciously between her thighs, oozing desire and pleasure into every cell of her body. She wraps her arms around Kouga's neck, letting him lavish hot strokes of his tongue anywhere he wants. Needing him everywhere.
"Oh, don't worry, baby," the dark timbre of Kouga's voice rasps against her skin, his tongue and fangs dragging along her neck and collarbone "I'm going to give you more than you think you can handle," he grips her hips, hoisting her up and wrapping his woman's silky legs around his waist, pressing her harder into the wall, "and then I'm gonna give you more," his voice edged thick with hunger and need. His freed hands glide over her covered breast, cupping the mounds of soft flesh in his hands with an equally demanding touch.
"Faa… Ohhh, Kougaa," Kagome's head rolls against the wall at her back as a familiar feeling starts to coil inside her, winding and building deep in her belly. Her body craving more, just like he promised; with every demanding thrust, needing more, something so much more because kami help her, he feels too incredible to want anything less.
"Fuck, Kagome," Kouga grunts, a gruff sound of pleasure. He sweeps his tongue along the exposed flesh of her breasts, the warmth of his breath prickling her skin. "I need to fucking taste you," he growls with a mix of heat and frustration. He moves aside the black cloth that is barely covering her gorgeous mounds as well as her chest restraints, a bra she calls them. What they are is a fucking nuisance. Slipping his hands into the soft cups, Kouga scoops out her perfect breasts.
"Damn, baby, you make me so fucking hard," he watches as her buds tighten in anticipation, knowing how much she loves to feel his mouth on them. Nearly as much as he loves sucking on them. "Especially when these gorgeous breasts of yours are just waiting for me. For my tongue," he rumbles hoarsely as he rolls her hardened nipples between his fingers, his hips continuing to grind her hard against the wall, Kagome's soft moans of pleasure filling the space between them.
"Ohh... Kougaa... don't... don't tease," Kagome whimpers, the sound surging straight to Kouga's cock.
He lowers his head to her flushed skin, his warm breath puffing against her but not touching. "What do you want, Kagome?" he asks, kneading the heavy flesh in his palms. The weight and size of her too perfect for words. She responds by arching her back, raising her breasts towards him, but Kouga only grins, his tongue flicking out for just a moment as it skims across the top of a hardened nipple, just barely grazing it.
"Kougaa!" she cries, his throaty chuckle driving her to madness.
"Do you want my mouth on you, Kagome? Is that it?" he teases her aching peaks with his fingers, his warm mouth hovering just above her.
"Gods, yesss," she tries to buck into him, but he has her exactly where he wants her. Trapped. Trapped between madness and desire. "Please," she whimpers.
Kouga's eyes flash with heat as he takes her nipple in his mouth,licking the tip before sucking on it hard. Kagome's keening cry of relief as she arches in pleasure makes his rock hard dick throb nearly with pain. He flicks and swirls his tongue against her tight buds, giving it a long hard pull that pulls an incredible cry from his woman's lips.
"You are so utterly fucking delicious," he grounds out, "You have no idea." His tongue continues to lave across her supple flesh as he grazes her perfect mounds with his teeth. Working on one before moving to give the same attention to the other.
All Kagome can feel is consuming desire that pulses pleasure and pain through her body as she feels herself climbing. Each stroke of Kouga's tongue against her heated flesh sending jolts of fire down her spine as he tortures her nipples with his mouth. Biting, licking, and sucking, devouring her completely until she is nothing but pleasure, nothing but hot sensual sensations that drive her closer and closer to an edge she just wants to fall off of.
"So fucking beautiful," Kouga rumbles. He grips her bottom with a hand, angling her hips against him as he continues to drive against her. His dominant hand working her incredible breasts while his tongue wraps around a hardened nipple before tugging carefully on it with his fang. Fuck, he loves the way she moans, her cries escalating to a lusty rumble in her throat.
Dear gods, how can her body burn with so much desirous need that Kagome feels like she's going to cry or explode, maybe quite possibly both? With her back pressed to the wall, and Kouga's hard body moving over her, she finds herself perfectly positioned against the metal rod she so desperately wants to climb, and a hot writhing sensation swelling in her belly that begins to wreak havoc on her entire system. It claws at her insides with such an intoxicating yearning that it's just like he promised, almost more than she can handle. The sensations continue to build and prickle inside her, the lava pooling between her thighs and Kouga's rocking friction drenches the fires burning in her belly with gasoline, waiting for her to combust.
"Gods, Kouga… ooohh… mmmm… it's too... it's too much..." Kagome cries with pleasure, words incapable of translating the myriad of sensations coursing through her body. Kouga only grunts at her as his tongue moves across her breasts, sucking, licking, and nipping her into oblivion. Driving her nearly mad with desire before finally popping her swollen hardened peak from between his lips and moving to the other. "Oh, fuuuck!" Kagome moans, her back arching into his hungry mouth. An approving rumble flushes over her already burning skin, the edges of her mind hazing with darkness.
Kouga's hoarse voice echoes his own raging desire. "That's right, Kagome," his thumb swirls around the hardened kernel. He can practically smell her growing climax as he massages both her creamy breasts while driving her core against his bulging ridge. "I want you to remember who makes you feel this way," he grunts, pulling on the hard bud he squeezes it carefully between his fingers.
"Hah… ah… ahh!" Kagome's body jerks with exquisite painful desire. Kouga's demanding touch and deep rumbling voice only intensifies the euphoric buzz enveloping her body, making her head spin. "Gods, Kouga," her breaths come in hard heavy pants as she tries to increase the speed of her grinding hips against him. Her body burning, searching desperately for the incredible release she knows is there, calling to her, teasing her,fucking taunting her. "Ooohh… I… I can't... it's too much," praying for the match that will incinerate her body.
"I told you, baby," Fuck! But her sexy little moans make him want to bury himself deep inside her heat and take her in every way he can think of, and every way he can't. "I'm gonna give you so much more that you'll never forget who you belong too," Kouga promises in a hard lusty growl.
"Koug-ah," Kagome half whimpers, half moans, as she tries to buck her hips against him. Oh,she should have known it was a bad idea to wear the dress, and now her sinfully delicious wolf is punishing her with desire. She wants to tell him that she belongs to no one but herself, but who is she kidding. He owns her. Owns her pleasure and her sanity and he knows it. And more than that, he wants her to know it.
Gods, he loves the way she moans his name. "Now you're gonna cum for me, baby," Kouga runs his tongue up the valley of her breasts, kissing and nipping her collarbone. "Think you can do that for me?" smirking as he gazes deep into her lust-hazed eyes that don't seem to see him.
Gods, yes! Yes! But does he have to be so . . . so evil? When she doesn't answer right away, Kouga starts to slow the grind of his hips against hers, and her face twists with panic and need.
Kouga watches Kagome squirm as she finally focuses her eyes on him. Displeasure at his slowing pace etches the sexiest fucking frown at the corner of her mouth he's ever seen. He chuckles softly. "I said," he puffs warm breath close to her ear, sensing the shivers that ripple under her skin. "Do you want to cum for me, Kagome?" He rolls her painfully slow against him, and her thighs squeeze around him.
"Hnn... Kouga," she moans. The knot at her core screams in frustration as her body writhes and aches for more, her insides screaming at him not to stop. She tries to wiggle against him in an attempt to quicken her own pace, but his hand on her hip holds her firmly in place while the other continues to torture her flushed and swollen mounds.
"Uh-uh," Kouga nuzzles her face with his own, knowing he can't kiss her, "Tell me you want it first, Kagome." He rolls his hips into her hard, moving a fraction faster. "I want to hear you say it," he pinches her nipple carefully before rolling it between his fingers. Her moaning gasps melt like honey over his senses.
"Yess! Okay," she whimpers. Another chuckle reverberates around her and she squeezes her thighs against him harder, desperate for relief, but damn him if he doesn't know how to make her half crazed with desire. "I… I want it," she whispers hoarsely. Her voice so shaky with need she doesn't care how she sounds. Oh, he definitely owns her pleasure.
Kouga relaxes his grip on her hip. "Kami, you are so fucking sexy," he rumbles with approval. Capturing her perk nipple again with his mouth, he sucks – hard. Kagome cries out, and he lets her set her own pace as she begins to grind hungrily against him. Fucking hell, but he loves all the sounds she makes as she dissolves under his touch. The wanton moans that escape her luscious lips nearly match the fires blazing in his blood.
"Ahh! Oh, Kouga… hnnn… ah!… hah!…" Kagome's drenched inside crashing waves of sweltering heat as Kouga's expert touch drives her spiraling higher, pulling, reaching, aching for a crescendo only his hard body and sinful touch can give. When Kouga's tongue curls around her pebbled peaks, sucking at the tight bud and flicking it with his tongue, it's nothing short of lightning searing through her body. When he rolls them between his fingers, she can feel the electricity shoot all the way to her clit. She moans loudly, that taunting feeling at the edge of her senses calling her closer. She's so close she can almost touch it, taste it, as it pulls feverishly at her.
Kouga's hand reaches down, stroking at the dampness between her thighs. Kagome cries out at the contact, her back arching up. His thumb gently pushes past the thin fabric of her soaked underwear, strumming the wet bundle of nerves at her core.
"I fucking love it when you cum, Kagome," he rumbles hoarsely in her ear. He circles his thumb hard and fast at her engorged slit with increasing speed, matching Kagome's fast paced grinding against him. "Cum for me, baby," Kouga growls a low sultry sound,rolling the pearl of her mound in sweet, torturous circles.
"Oh, gods," Kagome cries, her eyes roll back as Kouga's pressure and speed against her increases. Kami help her, she can barely contain all the rising heat prickling in her body. He leans closer to her, his voice a gravelly rumble of heat and sex.
"Cum hard," he commands, raking the edge of his claw against her.
"Faaaa… aaahhh!" Kagome screams her release as the intensity of her orgasm detonates in her body at Kouga's erotic command, nearly breaking her mind as the spiraling dive she takes off the summit drops her into an ocean of fire that surges through her body like a tsunami. Shattering her into a million tiny little pieces as waves of splintering heat crash through her, drowning her, breaking her. Obliterating all thought and sense from her fever hazed mind as the power of her orgasm pulls her under, leaving her utterly spent.
Kouga chuckles tenderly, leaving soft gentle kisses along Kagome's neck and chest. He nips at her shoulder, feeling the little shockwaves that ripple through her body as he continues to slowly swirl his thumb against her, letting his little minx ride her tidal wave as she screams his name.
"Gods, your beautiful when you cum," Kouga rumbles, trailing his tongue along her flushed skin. Loving the way her cheeks heat even though he's just made her cum in his hands – again.
"That's not fair," Kagome sulks as she slowly comes to her senses, her breathing slowing. The after effects of her orgasm still heating her blood and coloring her voice. Kouga knows she's trying to sound pouty and annoyed as she opens her gorgeous lust-sated eyes at him, but it comes out sounding hoarse and sexy instead.
He nuzzles her nose with his. "I don't know what you're complaining about," he smirks. "You're two for two, and I'm still waiting my turn."
Kagome blushes furiously at his comment, tightening her arms around his neck in response. Kouga chuckles, lifting her chin with a clawed finger he kisses her lightly on the nose.
"I'll be sure to collect very soon." The silver-blue flames that blaze in his crystalline gaze flares with hot lusty promise.
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Kagome is really going to have to send that helpful Linda a thank you card or something. Watching with hungry eyes as Kouga exits the taxi cab, having taken better to the experience then she would have expected. Maybe playing all those racing games today had helped. He wears a white fitting t-shirt that hugs his broad muscular chest. A printed design of a black dragon goes up one side. The simple black jeans he's wearing hugs his hips in the most flattering way, and are still baggy enough to give his tail ample room to breathe. A white bandanna patterned with little black skulls covers Kouga's ears and the top of his head. His bangs hang loose just like his long jet-black hair that Kagome has rarely seen him do. She restrains a shudder, unable to believe how utterly sexy he looks as she pays for the cab.
Kagome does her best to try and push the toe curling thoughts away, knowing Kouga will be able to smell her arousal. Who knows what will happen if he suddenly attacks her out here with his lips and arms and his incredibly sexy thigh parts? Knowing that if he does, Kagome's almost certain she won't be able to stop him because, really, she doesn't want too – not anymore. A ghost of an orgasm thrums its way through her body as she remembers their earlier encounter when he'd made her climax just with the feel of his hard sculpted body pressed against hers.
"Hey, Kagome," Kouga calls from the sidewalk, pulling her from her thoughts. His hands are tucked casually in the back of his jean pockets, waiting for her as he grins. "You cumming?" His eyes gleam wickedly as she blushes furiously at his double meaning.
Damn wolves and their damn noses, Kagome grumbles, handing the cabby his money and closing the door behind her.
Kouga can't help the cocky, smirking grin on his face as he watches a flushed Kagome stumble slightly towards him. Remembering how loud she'd screamed pressed up against the wall. His youkai rumbles approvingly at the affect he has on the often fiery and stubborn priestess. He watches with mild interest as Kagome starts pushing buttons on a small device in her hand she had called a cell phone. The humans ability to communicate with each other easily over far distances. The technology had greatly impressed him, for few races could communicate as far as the demon wolves could, whose powerful howls could be heard over incredible distances if needed. Still, nothing seems to compare to what the inventive and crafty humans had created here in the future.
Kouga waits patiently as Kagome's fingers move quickly and deftly across the screen. When she's done, she tucks the little device into a small black clutch that hangs from her shoulder on a slender silver chain. She looks up at him, her radiant smile melting his insides.
"Ready?" Kagome beams.
Kouga grins, "Always," raising an eyebrow at her for emphasis.
Kagome pushes playfully at his chest, her touch making Kouga instantly aware and tuned into everything about her: Her scent, her posture, her aura, and the emotions that radiate from her. He can close his eyes and still see and know exactly where she is. Kagome reaches for his hand, a gesture that has become instinctive and natural between them now as they thread their fingers together. His large hand carefully enfolding her smaller one.
He lets her guide him as they walk down a busy street, taking in every detail of their new surroundings, not wanting to let his guard down in Kagome's strange world. The Sun is near setting, but everything is awash with the bright glow of lights and streetlamps that you can hardly tell. Kouga can hear the soft thrumming of music coming from somewhere nearby, having heard an unusual assortment coming from the drivers little black box in the car – a radio.
"Okay, so remember what we talked about," Kagome glances up at him, waiting for his response.
Kouga peers at her from the corner of his eye. "Yes, Kagome," he reassures her in a tone that sounds like he's given her this answer more than once before.
She narrows her eyes at him, "What did we talk about?" Kagome asks partially teasing, partially testing.
Kouga sighs, listing off the rules she'd spouted at him – repeatedly – on his fingers. "No growling, no fighting, especially no killing, and no showing my fangs, or calling you my mate," echoing her instructions.
"Perfect," Kagome beams an approving smile at him.
Kouga stops in the street as he turns to look down at her. "What do I call you then if I can't call you my mate?" he asks, hand brushing softly at the side of her face.
"Um," Kagome can feel her heart give a powerful blast against her chest. "We say girlfriend, or wife if we're married," blushing on the last.
Kouga's heard the term married from other humans. It was their way of describing a life-long mated relationship, though he knows that even human marriages didn't hold the same deep steadfast loyalty of a wolf's mated bond.
"So, you're my girlfriend then?" Kouga asks, dazzling her with a slow and sexy smile. Loving the way her cheeks tint ever so slightly.
"Uh-huh," Kagome nods. Surprised at how utterly yummy it is to hear Kouga call her his girlfriend. She'd heard him refer to her countless times as his woman and now mate, but never girlfriend. That's a word intimately connected to her and her world, and it brings a warm glow flushing over her body to hear him use it with her.
Kouga opens his mouth to make a witty remark that he bets will make that blush on his woman's cheeks glow even redder, when he hears a buzzing and musical sound coming from Kagome's purse.
"Just a sec," she says, pulling out the small device and reading her text message from Yuka. "Perfect," Kagome tucks the cell phone back into her purse. "Come on," she reaches for him again, continuing down the street. "The girls are already in line, so hopefully we won't have to wait long." Kouga can hear the excitement in her voice as they near a large building where the music is getting louder, and a line of people stand outside.
"Kagome! Kouga!" The couple turn to the sound of their names being called. They see three sets of hands waving at them near the end of the long lineup.
"Hi guys," Kagome greets her best friends that immediately start cooing over how amazing she looks.
"Thanks, Yuka," Kagome smiles brightly. "You guys look amazing," taking in the girls flattering skirts and lacey tops.
"Wow, Kouga, I'm surprised you let her out of the house looking like that," Eri grins at the incredibly sexy youth that is clutching tightly to Kagome's hand.
Kouga has to bite back an approving growl at Eri's comment. "I almost didn't," he states seriously. The girls giggle, but somehow they don't doubt him for a moment either.
"Don't worry, Kouga, she'll be safe with us," Yuka nods at him.
"And you girls will be safe with me," he replies automatically. Kagome's friends are part of her pack after all, so now they are part of his, and Kouga will safe guard them as he would any member of his pack.
The girls blush at Kouga's statement, wondering how on earth it had taken Kagome so long to finally say yes to this gorgeous, considerate, caring hunk of a man. Someone that is clearly protective of her well-being. Of course, the fact that he isn't a lying, two-timing baka is just icing on the cake.
"So, what?" Kouga asks, eyeing the array of mortals around him. Males and females clad in the strangest garments he's ever seen or in almost nothing at all. All of them smelling like they're about to go into heat. "We just stand here?" looking down at four sets of brimming eyes, not realizing how his words have affected the females.
Kagome laughs, squeezing his hand. "We're waiting to get inside," she answers.
"Yeah, this place is one of the hottest night clubs in town, and it's really hard to get into," Yuka adds, "but the music is supposed to be amazing!"
Ayumi nods excitedly, "Definitely, their live DJ's here are the best!"
The five of them chat easily with each other as the line moves painstakingly forward. No one notices the large bouncer from the bar that comes striding towards them a few minutes later, a clip board in his large hand and a Bluetooth in his ear.
Kouga is impressed with his own ability at not breaking into an instant growl the moment the large male comes striding towards them. But not sensing any hostile scents from him among all the other scents crowding in, he keeps a watchful wary eye.
"Ladies," the bouncer's soft deep voice surprises everyone but Kouga.
"Uh, hi," Eri grins at the gorgeous burly bouncer.
"You guys waiting to get inside?" His gaze moves over the girls. His eye linger a little longer on Kagome then is probably healthy for him before shifting his gaze briefly to Kouga and settling back on Eri.
Eri gives him a wide approving smile, "We sure are handsome." Yuka and Ayumi smirk behind her. Eri has always been the most outgoing of the group.
"Well, right this way then," the bouncer smiles kindly, gesturing for them to step out of the line. Moans of displeasure go up from the men and women around them still waiting for the slow moving line to edge closer to the club's main entrance.
"Cool!" Yuka's eyes brighten as they follow the bouncer to the front of the line. The music gets louder as they approach causing Kouga to grimace as his senses adjust.
The bouncer approaches another club staff member that is manning the glass entrance. This one is tall and lean with the words 'STAFF' written across his chest. Leaning close, the first bouncer whispers something into the other's ear, his head gesturing towards Kagome and the others. The second bouncer glances up, nodding his understanding. He turns his attention to the group, smiling at them as he un-clicks a velvety red rope that hangs across the bars entrance to let them pass.
"Have a good time folks," he says as they pass through. Kouga doesn't miss the way the bouncers gaze lingers on Kagome, and he has to fight back the growl that jumps in his throat. He wonders what exactly the first male had whispered to the second. It's strange that he hadn't been able to pick up on a single word they'd exchanged even in spite of the loud music booming from inside.
The girls shout their excited thanks as they pass under the threshold. Fast paced techno music thumps around them as bright blazing lights flash the bars name in bright neon lights overhead.
The Howling Den.