I do not own Inuyasha or the songs used in this story.

Please refer to chapter 1 for trigger warnings.

KAGOME

Good girl.

Those two words breathed against my lips are the equivalent of a bomb going off. I rise up on my tiptoes, closing the distance between us completely before I can help myself. A whisper of a kiss to say so many things.

But Inuyasha's not letting me go that easy. He threads his fingers through my hair and tilts my head to his liking, deepening the kiss. Feeling the tip of his tongue run along my bottom lip, I open up with a needy whimper.

Everything around me evaporates into thin air. Inuyasha consumes every one of my senses. All I feel is his hot, demanding mouth, his tongue stroking mine as his hands slide down my lower back. With a deep groan, he pulls me closer, crushing me to his chest, and my hands find the back of his neck.

I pull him closer, and my knees give just slightly, but he's holding me up against his body. He's hard everywhere. My stomach rubs against the bulge in his jeans and I gasp slightly. I would normally be apprehensive about feeling his arousal on me. I would have normally felt some form of anxiety or fear, but I don't.

Now all I feel is pulsing in my core, wetness soaking my panties, and pure unadulterated need.

Inuyasha pulls away slowly, kissing languidly. A disappointed sound leaves me as my eyes flutter open.

His eyes are tinted red around the corners, locking into mine in a possessive prayer daring me to look away.

"Any chance we can sneak away right now?" He huffs against my lips, his hold on me not wavering.

I blink through the haze, suddenly realizing we're in a bar filled with demons, our friends only 5 feet away. I take a look around without moving my head. My mouth opens to reply when Sango's drunken slur interrupts.

"Are you trying to mark her right here, loverboy?"

Mark me?

Inuyasha's chest vibrates against mine, indicating his growl. Slowly releasing me, but keeping his hands on my back, he ignores her comment and my questioning gaze. Miroku chuckles while Sango sends me a fleeting glance before darting her eyes back to Miroku.

The four of us spend the rest of Hiten and Manten's set at the bar, talking, joking, and enjoying each other's company. Inuyasha keeps his hand on my lower back, his thumb working tantalizing circles under the hem of my shirt. Feeling his claws on my skin does something to me, something primal.

And I know that he knows it.

My feelings for Inuyasha are becoming strong and aggressive. For the short time that I've known him, he's consumed my every thought, working his way into my dreams, inserting himself into my deepest, darkest desires. I've never experienced anything like his adoring dominance. He has a way of making me feel worshiped while reminding me with just his gaze that I'm his.

His to dominate.

His to destroy.

His to care for.

His.

Hiten and Manten join us at the bar after their set and Miroku decides it's time to take Sango home. We follow them out, Miroku bring their car around to the front of the alley and I make sure Sango is secure in the passenger seat. Before I close the door, she grabs my hand and tugs me down to her level. Her eyes are glazed and she's sporting a knowing smile.

"He's the one, Kags." She whispers. Miroku gets into the driver's seat and I take my cue to let them leave. As I watch them peel away, I wonder if she was talking about Miroku or Inuyasha. I let out a sigh, deciding to let it go and bring it up when she's not drunk on whiskey and hormones. Turning around, I see Hiten and Manten talking with Inuyasha. To anyone walking along the sidewalk, they look like three normal demons chatting about the weather. But I see the tick in Inuyasha's jaw, the fury in Hiten's eyes, and the trepidation in Manten's shoulders.

As I get closer, their conversation abruptly ends and I have a sinking feeling I may have been the topic. Manten fixes me with an easy smile as he lets his muscles relax.

"It was really good to see you again, Gome." He says, holding out his fist to bump with mine in farewell. Hiten steps forwards, circling his arms around me in a hug. I can't see his face, but I have a feeling he's looking right at Inuyasha.

"Don't be a stranger, huh?" He says lightly, releasing me and giving me his signature grin. Flicking his eyes one last time to above my head, he steps away with a wave and they disappear back down the stairs and into the bar.

Turning to Inuyasha, he looks down at me, giving me all of his attention and I try not to fidget under his intense gaze. I'm about to ask him what caused the tension between Hiten and him, but he speaks first.

"You wanna come back to my place tonight? I'm sure Miroku and Sango aren't going straight to bed if you know what I mean."

The prospect of going to Inuyasha's house spurs a warmth in my lower stomach, but it also brings a tinge of uncertainty. What is he expecting from me? Sleeping over at a man's house isn't exactly something I do, let alone have ever done. The most Kouga and I ever did was kiss or cuddle, I'm as inexperienced as they come. Does he know that? Does he think we'll-

"Just to sleep, Kagome." He must've read my mind because he eases my whittling thoughts softly. "I have a spare room so you won't have to suffer on a lumpy couch." He finishes with a lopsided smirk, showing off his fangs peaking over his bottom lip.

Afteronly thinking about it for a moment, I finally nod and grab his hand, leading him back to his bike. He tugs me back, pulling me into his side. I notice he does that a lot when we're in public. He has to be touching me in some sort of way, holding me against him possessively as if he's afraid I'll slip away. The night air is bitter and chilly, but Inuyasha radiates heat and my cheeks burn at the reminder of how hot he was all over when we kissed.

His arm tightens slightly and I feel his breath against my neck as he bends down. "What are you thinking about, baby girl?"

"Nothing!" I squeak quickly.

I feel more than hear him release that dark, deep rumbling laugh. I know he's caught my lie, and the knowledge makes my cheeks feel like they're on fire. I have to try and get the attention off of me somehow.

"What're you thinking about, huh?" I challenge.

"You." He doesn't miss a beat. His eyes bore into mine, full of heat and amusement and truth.

I'm blushing like a schoolgirl. He's so confident, unashamed, and open. His ears flick around, checking our surroundings as we approach his bike.

Taking the helmet off the seat and handing it to me, his eyes bore holes in mine.

"Are you okay to drive? I only had one drink tonight so I'm good." I offer.

His lips kick up in that devilish lopsided smirk. "I'm a half-demon, Kagome. You think a few beers makes me too inebriated to drive?"

Without giving me a chance to respond, he steps closer to me, caging me with his body, my back hitting the seat of the bike behind me. His eyes aflame with a challenge.

"I know you're just looking for a chance to drive her, Ka-go-me, but I don't think you can handle her just yet."

I was never one to back down from a challenge.

"You don't think I can handle all that power between my legs?" I make my words drip with sultry, like syrup. His ears go stock still, peaked up high, and trained on me. His nostrils flare as he stares down at me.

"Careful, baby girl." He warns, staring at my lips.

I want to kiss him. I want him to kiss me. But I also want to push him, just a little. Watching him reel for control when I defy him makes my blood burn through my veins.

I don't know why, but keeping him on his toes is thrilling. So, I wiggle my body away from his and pull the helmet onto my head as I hear him groan, biting his lip and looking like he's 2 seconds away from devouring me.

He seems to compose himself and straddles the bike and I follow behind him. Then Inuyasha takes off down the dark streets. We pass the studio on our way to his apartment and it sparks an idea in me.

"Hey, turn down there!" I yell over the wind. Without question, Inuyasha follows my directions until we end up on an abandoned highway bridge overlooking the bustling city. After having him park, I climb off before him, ignoring the hiss as his eyes follow my legs.

"What're we doing here, baby?" He asks, clearly confused.

"I wanted to show you something."

I walk to the opposite side of the bridge and smile softly.

Inuyasha stops beside me and follows my gaze to the back of the city's water tower where I painted my first big mural when I first moved here.

I can see the question in his eyes in my peripheral and decide its time to open up.

"They died when I was 15," I say. He turns his head to look at me, but I can't take my eyes off of the water tower. Feeling his golden gaze on me makes my chest feel warm, and I draw strength from him like I would draw warmth from the sun. "I used to live in a shrine. My grandfather wanted me to grow up and be a priestess like all the other mikos in our family. We would welcome all kinds of people on the grounds, open our doors and let them worship in whatever ways they needed to. Demons, humans, witches, anyone. We never turned anyone away.

"One day, a man came to the shrine. A spider demon who called himself Naraku. Said something about how my dad owed him a gambling debt. I knew my dad had a bit of an affinity for poker tables, so it wasn't surprising. But when we couldn't pay…"

I don't feel the tears flowing down my cheeks until a warm, clawed hand cups my jaw and wipes them away with a thumb. I look into Inuyasha's eyes to find sympathy and understanding behind his gaze. He doesn't say a word, and I don't need him to. We both know what happened when my father couldn't pay Naraku. But I still need to say it. I need Inuyasha to hear me, to see me.

"The fire started in my brother's room," I say, my voice cracking with emotion. "I crawled out of my window when I saw the smoke come in from under my door. When I got outside and turned around, the shrine was already collapsing." I take a deep breath to stop myself from sobbing outright. I look back at the mural, the one of my family. My mother and father kissing, my grandfather smiling, and my brother and I hugging. We were one big happy family. They were all I had.

And I'm all that's left.

"I was put into foster care after. That's where I met Sango. She tells everyone we met in college, but it's only to save ourselves from the awkward orphan conversation every time we meet new people." A dry chuckle leaves my lips, but it holds very little humor. I'm suddenly tugged into a hard chest where corded muscular arms band down on me and hold me tight.

"Kagome," He whispers, almost like a prayer.

Inuyasha rests his cheek on the top of my head and takes a deep breath. I can tell he wants to say something else, but I also know he's not exactly the best with words. So I let him comfort me in the only other way he knows how.

After a several minutes of embracing in silence, he finally speaks. "My mom died by a mob when I was a pup."

Shocked, I try to pull away to look at his face, but it's like pushing against a brick wall. When I settle, he continues. "Back then, human and demon relationships were deeply frowned upon, pretty much unheard of. No demon would ever lower themselves to be with a human and humans were too fearful of demons to even go near them. But then… my dad saw my mom, and he knew. She was his mate. A human was the mate of a demon. And if you think the world hated their relationship, you can imagine how they reacted when I came into the picture. I didn't belong to humans, I didn't belong to demons. I just didn't belong." He pauses, taking a deep breath with his nose buried in my hair. "We were shopping in the village when they cornered her. They had sutras and swords, ready to rid the world of a demon lover and her abomination. She used her body to shield me…"

I lace my hands around his neck and he lets me pull away enough to look up at him. I look into his eyes and the sadness there made my heart weep. I never want to see that look in his eyes ever again. I don't want to hear him describe the brutal murder of his mother, I don't want to have to see the depression take over his features as he relives the last breaths she took that he was forced to witness.

"What about your dad?" I whisper.

He takes a deep breath, tracing my jaw with his fingers. "You know how some youkai can mate over and over again, with whoever they want, to however many people they want?" I nod. "It's not like that for us. Inuyoukai mate for life. One mate. Only one. We know who our mate is by scent. It's predestined, something we can't choose. When we mate, our lifelines are joined, as well as our souls. So when one dies…"

"The other follows." I finish. He nods and rests his forehead on mine. I rise on my tiptoes and give him a kiss on the nose. "Thank you for sharing that with me, Inuyasha."

He stares down at me, and an emotion passes through his eyes that I can't quite decipher.

We stand there on the bridge in silence, trapped in our own memories, relishing better times, and reliving the tragedies that took them away.

It's an odd feeling. I've never told anyone about this spot except for Sango. But this is different. Being with Inuyasha is like coming up for air after drowning under demise. Relief.

Tiny voices in my head keep telling me this is too much too fast, and I need to take a step back. But the voices are muted, drowned out by the louder part of me that seeks Inuyasha in every way. He gives me a king of strength I didn't know I lacked. No matter how hard I search, I can't feel the familiar urge to pull away. The magnetism is too strong. We're connected by a red string, destined to meet.

To be together.

The gravity of the truth slams into my chest like a mac truck.

There's no denying it anymore.

As much as I am his,

Inuyasha is mine.

INUYASHA

I've never told anyone that story.

Not Miroku, or Bank. No one.

But after Kagome opened up to me about her family, I had to show her I understood. We really are more alike than I thought. We were meant to be together.

And that means having to let my guard down and tell her about the most traumatic experience in my life. Watching my mother get beaten to death was the first trigger for my demon blood to take over. My protective instincts kicked into overdrive, taking over every thought process in my brain, taking over my very soul. But it wasn't enough. I couldn't save her.

I won't make that mistake with Kagome.

After stopping by Kagome's apartment to grab an overnight bag, we head towards my apartment. Seeing her home made something in my chest tighten, like a fist squeezing my heart. It's dingy and rotting away, the ceiling littered with water damage, and the hot water barely worked long enough for her to wash her hands.

I also noticed the three brand new locks on the door, no doubt an investment she felt forced to make in order to maintain a semblance of safety.

She'll never have to worry about her safety again. That is solely my job now and I'll make sure it's done right, to the T, always.

Bringing Kagome up to my apartment is an incredibly surreal feeling. I've fantasized about this moment. I've dreamed about it. I've envisioned her in every room of my place. I can see her sprawled out on the couch watching late night reruns while I comb my fingers through her hair. I can see her drinking coffee in the morning in my kitchen, wearing nothing but my t-shirt. I can see her brushing her teeth in my bathroom, making eye contact with me through the mirror wearing a playful scowl.

I can see her in my bed, naked as the day she was born, waiting for me to completely devour her.

"Soon."

Shut up.

Once we get to my building, we walk into the elevator, her tiny hand engulfed in mine. I can't stop touching her. I don't know why, but any second spent without feeling her skin on mine, or having her scent surrounding me, is spent in utter fucking agony.

I've said it once and I'll keep saying it for the rest of my life.

This girl has me so fucked.

The elevator doors close and I hit the number 9, I then tug on her hand to bring her crashing into my chest. I cup her cheek and tilt her head up to look up at me. She looks nervous, but also comfortable. Like there isn't any other place she'd rather be.

Like she knows she belongs with me.

I can't resist leaning down and tasting her. Feeling her lips against mine, sliding my tongue between them to claim her mouth slowly, taking my time to savor her.

She tastes like strawberries.

Gods, I fucking love strawberries.

She pulls away, too soon in my opinion, when the elevator dings, eliciting a needy groan from me, to which she giggles at.

She's got me wrapped around her pretty little finger already. I pull her to my side as we step out, heading down the hall to my apartment. When I go to unlock the door, though, I notice it's already unlocked.

Odd.

We're already stepping over the threshold when a sense of unease takes root in me. I think a moment.

I know, for a fact, I locked the door before I left earlier. And the only people who have a copy of my key are Miroku and…

"Inu-baby!"

Motherfuck.

Panic and rage seep under my skin as I trudge the few paces down the hall to my living room, Kagome trailing curiously behind me.

"Kikyo?! What the fuck?!" I exclaim.

My demon is snarling in my ear at the sight of her, demanding without words that I get rid of her. He really doesn't like her.

She's sitting on my couch, legs crossed with her elbow resting on the armrest, head propped up by her fist under her chin. She's wearing a cocktail dress that leaves hardly anything to the imagination and a cold, empty smile.

Why didn't I smell her?

Taking a deep inhale, I realize she's masked her scent.

She knew I'd sniff her out.

Sneaky fucking cunt.

Kikyo stands up and starts walking towards me, that fake smile painted on her face. "Oh my Gods, where have you been? I've been waiting here forev-"

She stops mid-stride when her eyes fall on Kagome behind me.

"Who's this?" She sneers, her smile morphing into a disgusted grimace.

"My mate."

"His girlfriend." Kagome's voice is ever pleased with a hard edge I've never heard from her. Even when we banter, she's never sounded as irritated as she does now and it makes my hackles rise. Her scent is laced with annoyance and I need to fix it immediately.

Pride swells in my chest at her claiming me aloud, but it's bittersweet. I can't tell if her annoyance is with me or the snake that slithered into my living room. Before I can think about it too much longer, she flicks her gaze to me and all coldness is gone. Only warmth and light are sent my way. "Where's your room? I wanna put my stuff away."

I blink, shock no doubt evident on my face. I point towards the hall where my room is and she walks in that direction, ignoring Kikyo's dagger eyes. However, I am not ignoring the way Kagome's ass bounces with every step she takes, making her little fucking skirt sway to each side every time. I growl low in my throat, fighting the urge to pounce on her and rut her like a damn animal right there in the hallway.

My growl wasn't low enough, though. Based on the scoff heard behind me, I know Kikyo heard it, and when Kagome looks over her shoulder just before disappearing into my room with a sly smirk, I know she heard it, too.

Turning around, I fix Kikyo with a glare. "You broke into my apartment? Are you fucking insane?"

Kikyo shrugs as if breaking and entering is a normal occurrence for her. "I had a key, so technically, I didn't break in."

I try really hard not to roll my eyes, but it's a Herculean effort.

Kikyo sticks out her lip in a pout. "I miss you."

I gawk at her, a humorless laugh leaving my lips. I'm absolutely blown away by her audacity. She misses me? After all the shit she put me through? Fuck right off.

"Well, I don't miss you," Walking towards the kitchen for a much needed beer, I speak over my shoulder. "Get out. Leave my fucking key on the table by the door."

"I know we didn't end on the best of terms, but I'm ready to put our differences aside and-"

"Our differences?" The shit she's spewing is so ridiculous, I can't help but chuckle. "You mean me being a half-demon?"

She sighs. "Can we just talk? Privately?"

"No. Leave."

"Are you kidding me?" she half shrieks.

I open my beer without the opener, my back still turned, ignoring the thorn in my side now standing in my living room.

"Come on, Inu-"

"Didn't he ask you to leave?"

Kagome's voice sounds right next to me, and I turn to find her reaching into my fridge, helping herself to a beer. I instinctively take it from her and open it before handing it back. We both turn to look at Kikyo, who's now dumbfounded.

Kagome takes a long drag of her beer and leans her ass against the counter before raising an eyebrow at me.

I don't know why, but I was expecting a jealous-batshit-crazy girlfriend vibe. The only thing I see in her eyes is…amusement.

She finds this fucking funny.

Kikyo scoffs, shock and anger evident in her expression. "Mind your own business, whore, the adults are talking."

Rage shoots down my spine, singing my nerve ending. Whore? Whore? Before I can react, the cutest fucking snort sounds beside me.

"I was invited," Kagome responds with a silent laugh, fire burning in her eyes as she takes another swig of her beer. "I didn't have to break into his apartment. I guess we can see who's wanted and who's not."

I don't know what surprises me more. Kikyo breaking into my apartment with hopes of climbing into my bed or Kagome finding it utterly hilarious. Going as far as laughing in her face. Upon further inspection, I realize she's let down every guard the second her feet crossed my threshold. She took off her shoes and hung my jacket up, put her bag in my room, helped herself to my beer, and now she's lifting herself up to sit on my counter.

She's completely at home.

Finding entertainment in the fact that my crazy ex is throwing a fit in my living room like a toddler.

Her scent tells me all, and there's not an ounce of jealousy in it. Her normal happy scent is there with a touch of me. That's it.

She's where she belongs.

I can't help by marvel at her perched on my counter, completely relaxed. Her legs are smooth and look so fucking soft. Her skirt is a bit ruffled on the counter behind her and it makes me wonder if her panty covered pussy is feeling the cool, hard countertop surface…

Suddenly, Wicked cunt of the West interrupts my pleasant thoughts.

"Seriously, Inuyasha? You're gonna let her talk to me like that?!"

Blatantly ignoring her, I keep my eyes on the little temptation beside me. "You hungry, baby girl?"

Her eyes meet mine, full of mischief. "Hmmm, I could go for some Chinese."

"You ever had Teriyaki Madness? They're over on 3rd?"

"No, I don't think I've heard of them. Are they still open this late?"

"Hello? ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME?"

Kagome turns to Kikyo with a hand held up. "Do you mind? The adults are talking."

It takes all of my willpower to not burst into a fit of laughter, almost holding my breath to keep from losing it. Kikyo's face is as red as a fire hydrant, her hands balled into fists at her side and trembling with suppressed rage. After what looks like a few deep breaths, she turns towards the door.

"I'll call you, Inuyasha."

"I blocked your number," I say nonchalantly, taking another sip of my beer. I'm already exhausted from her presence and want her gone. Once she leaves, her scent masking spell will lift and I'll have to suffer through it.

Godsfuckingdamnit.

It's likely lingering on my couch.

I need to get Kagome on that couch immediately. Preferably naked.

Kagome, needing the last word it seems, smiles as big and bright as the sun and holds her hand up in a cheery wave. "It was so nice to meet you!"

When Kikyo doesn't respond or turn around, she makes that cute snort again. The door slams shut and our composure breaks. We burst into laughter. It's the hardest and loudest I've laughed in so long and it only gets more uncontrollable with Kagome laughing just as hard. She clutches her midsection, almost falling off the counter in the process. My reflexes kick in, stepping in front of her and grabbing her waist to steady her.

We're both gasping for breath and smiling like fools when she rights herself. She grabs my shoulders and I'm suddenly aware of how close we are. Her knees are pressed against my stomach and my palms are hot against the outside of her thighs.

Her eyes shine with unshed tears, her cheeks and chest blooming in color. She looks so fucking beautiful. I reach up to cup her cheek and wipe away her tears of laughter. I hate the smell of her tears, but these are different from when she was crying in fear and panic.

"So," Kagome raises one perfect brow, "crazy ex?"

"Unfortunately, we have that in common." As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wish I could suck them back in like smoke in the air. I'm a fucking idiot.

I freeze, hoping Kagome doesn't react badly to remembering her psychotic and abusive ex. "I didn't mean-"

"It's okay." She says, a hint of laughter behind her voice. Her eyes sparkle with humor and I feel my shoulders relax. "But, since you know all about mine, you have to tell me all about yours."

It's spoken like a challenge, but it's the last thing I want to talk about. Reliving the shitty, degrading relationship I had with Kikyo is the fastest way to kill the mood, but I can't tell her no. She wants to know about me, and what Kagome wants, she gets.

If she asked me to light myself on fire naked, I probably wouldn't even hesitate before stripping off my clothes.

"She didn't like that I was a half-demon." Short, simple, to the point.

Kagome's brows pinch together and her nose scrunches.

She's so fucking cute.

"Wait, what?"

I sigh. "Yeah, I guess she takes her priestess position pretty seriously. Except for when she's plastering her snatch on the sidewalk for anyone willing. And she's not exactly in the business of health and healing, so…" I end with a shrug, hoping we can leave it at that.

Kagome doesn't relent, though. "But she didn't like that you were a half-demon? Why would she even… why would you…"

"She wanted someone who would dote on her and give her attention and I wanted to stop feeling so… alone." I swallow hard, making sure to keep my voice steady. "She was the first woman to ever give me a chance, and I latched onto it even when it became corrosive. She kept me from my friends, ruined my relationship between me and my brother, degraded my heritage, called me a half-breed, a mutt, an abomination. I took it because I didn't want to be alone. I finally ended it when she tried to get her sister to help purify the demon out of me and make me completely human."

Kagome's hands hold her chest like she's physically feeling the pain of my dejection. Her lips part in horror, eyes shining with unshed tears. "Inuyasha…"

I open my mouth to reassure her, but she reaches out with both hands on each side of my face, cupping my cheeks and drawing me closer, forcing our gazes to lock. Her eyes are full of determination and untapped rage.

"You are none of those things. I don't care what anyone says, Inuyasha, you're worthy of love and happiness and companionship just as you are."

My breath catches in my throat and a pathetic choking sound escapes before I find the words to respond.

"And you're not alone anymore. You'll never be alone ever again. You already promised me, so… you're stuck with me, like it or not. No take backs."

Her words are like a soothing balm on my cracked and dented heart, filling in the gaps and healing me from within. Her soft smile makes me feel lightheaded and the question that hosts all of my insecurities bursts out of my mouth before I can think better of it. "Does me being a half-demon bother you?"

Her smile grows so wide and warm that I can feel it in my fucking bones. "Not at all." She gives a little shake of her head. I feel her fingers slide up to my left ear, drawing soft circles on it. "Full demon, half-demon, or completely human. You're you, Inuyasha. I wouldn't change a single thing."

"Mine." My demon purrs from within. It doesn't take long to realize I'm fucking purring out loud too. Her fingers on my ear are like Heaven and if I had a tail, it'd be fucking wagging behind me.

I'm awestruck. She's beaming up at me like I'm a fucking treasure.

Gods, It's all her.

She's the fucking treasure.

She's light where I'm dark.

Soft where I'm hard.

Calm where I'm raging.

Fuck, I'm in fucking love with her.

I nod, but when she speaks again, I'm only watching her mouth move. She smells so fucking good right now, I feel drunk and high. I'm on cloud nine and only floating higher.

She says something else, but I can't concentrate. Her lips move in the form of my name and I feel myself leaning in.

"You're so fucking beautiful, it's really distracting," I speak against her lips before closing the distance, kissing her hard. Nothing about this kiss is chaste. I slide my tongue into her mouth and savor her like I'm a death row inmate and she's my last meal. I swallow her whimpers and moans, her tongue timidly playing with mine. I groan at the feel of my innocent little minx. She's so fucking sexy, and yet so innocent that she doesn't even see what she does to me. She doesn't know that I'm a breath away from fucking destroying her in such delicious ways.

I can feel my demon reeling on the inside, stuck between wanting savoring her delectable taste and demanding I mount her, fuck her, claim her, immediately.

I use every last ounce of willpower to pull away from her bee-stung lips and take a deep breath to calm my boiling blood. If I keep going, she's not going to be so innocent and pure in the morning and the last thing I want to do is push her. Her ex tried to force a mating on her and then beat her when she said no. How would she react if I told her she is my actual mate and then demand she gives me the one part of her she's kept safe and guarded?

No, it's out of the question. As much as I want to possess every part of her, as much as I want to sink my fangs into her neck and my cock into her sweet, tight, virgin pussy, my job is to make sure she's safe and happy at all times. If that means I have to wait a lifetime to feel her come around my throbbing length, I'll do it with a smile on my face.

"What were we talking about again?" Kagome asks breathlessly. She still has a lusty haze in her half-lidded eyes and I almost lose my resolve. Then I hear a deep, loud gurgle coming from her stomach.

Her eyes fly open, her cheeks flare pink and her hands clutch her stomach while I laugh. "Guess I should feed you, huh?"

"Teriyaki?" She says with hope and I chuckle again, kissing her nose and pulling her down from the counter to stand in front of me.

"Teriyaki it is, baby girl."