Sesshoumaru spent the entire night thinking about how her kisses had made him feel, how he would like to kiss her in the inu way.
He imagined sliding his tongue slowly up her throat, nuzzling his nose along her jaw.
She was so receptive to him. Treating him as none had before, stirring him in ways none had.
He realized he wanted her as the night was giving way to dawn.
Would he be able to have her? He knew his father had dalliances with human women, but Touga had already been mated and had an heir when he had. Would the products of such a union, a hanyo, be acknowledged?