Chapter 27
Fluttering his eyes open, Sesshomaru held in a groan. He felt the warmth against him, knew the body pressed against him was still asleep, still regenerating the reiki that had been lost. Kagome was pressed against his side, tucked into his arms as she slept.
It had been a single day since the fight. When Sesshomaru had returned, he had bathed himself and then went straight to his room. His father had ordered him to rest. As soon as they had word of Kagome, Sesshomaru demanded that she be brought to him, and no one questioned him. No one wanted to take a chance of angering him again.
Kagome had been okay, just drained. Her reiki had been shattered, broken, and it was going to take time to fix itself. Miroku had suspected one to two days. Sesshomaru wanted to be there for her, even as his own energy slowly came back to him.
Raising the hand not currently being laid on, he looked at his claws. He knew what happened, knew that his beast had taken control and destroyed the demon that had attacked Kagome. However, the details, the feel of his claws tearing through flesh, the taste of blood, all of that was gone. He couldn't remember any of it. It was as if Sesshomaru hadn't been the one to kill the demon, and in a way, he wasn't.
His beast, the inner animal that always resided within him, had shown itself for the first time in his life. He had learned of the instinct buried inside of every demon, knew it was a weapon that was almost always used as a last resort, but not once had he ever come close to even feeling his beast, let alone unleashing it.
Yet, somehow, Kagome had brought it out of him. She was bringing things out of him that he had never expected. One minute he was soft, writing letters that came from his heart, and the next he was annihilating a demon with an inner animal he had never expected to encounter for another hundred years.
She was his soul bonded. She was able to reach inside of him and touch things he had never before felt. She did that, and she wasn't even trying. It made him uncomfortable if he was being honest. Not because she was able to do things no one else could, but because even at his adult age, he was still learning things about himself that he hadn't known. All because of her.
Rolling to his side, Sesshomaru gently brushed the bangs from her eyes, looking over her. She was sleeping soundly, the color returned to her skin. She had been so pale at first, and now she looked as if she was just asleep.
His fingers traced over her cheek, stopping when he felt the smooth skin give away to the rough skin of her scar. His brows furrowed, and he moved the tip of his finger over the length of the scar. When he reached the top, he placed each claw against her skin, mimicking the day he attacked her. It was these claws that tore through her skin, these claws that marked her in a way that will never go away, and yet, she slept soundly in his arms, chose to allow him to court her, was giving him a chance to win her heart.
It amazed him how forgiving she was. He never thought she would give him the time of day, but he had been wrong. After everything he had done, she was here, and giving him another chance. He wouldn't waste it. He would give it everything he had and then some.
Kagome chose then to stir, and he pulled his claws from her face, grabbing her hand instead. He watched, keeping an eye on her heart and breathing as she slowly woke from the deep slumber she had been in.
When her eyes fluttered open, they met his almost instantly. "Sesshomaru?" Reaching out, she ran her fingers over his cheek, clearly confused.
"InuYasha came to father and myself. We rushed to you. I caught you just in time." Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, breathing in her scent. "For a moment, I thought you would be lost to me."
"I'm okay." Her hands wrapped around him, and for a moment, they just held each other. The silence was calm and soothing, their hearts beating as one in their chest. It was Kagome who broke the silence first, her voice soft with an amused lithe to it. "Why am I in your room, Sesshomaru?"
"I am a greedy male, Kagome. You were injured and I wanted to be near you." He nuzzled his nose into her hair, stirring up her scent. Eyes closed, he breathed her in, calming himself. She was okay. She was awake and healthy.
"Are you sure this isn't your inner pervert paying us a visit?" She chuckled, bringing out a similar sound from Sesshomaru's chest.
"If that was the case, you would know it." He purred, the sound deep and vibrating his throat. "Believe me Kagome, it would be impossible not to tell."
"I'm not sure. Your pervert may be so small that you can't even see it." Kagome pushed at him suddenly, and he let her roll him over. Before he knew what she was doing, she had thrown a leg over him, straddling him, and he could only look at her, surprised.
"Small?" His voice had dropped an octave, his blood stirring in his veins. Seeing her on top of him this way was only going to have one outcome, one that he was sure she was starting to feel. "You tell me, Kagome. Do you think it's small?" He gave her a toothy grin when she blushed, shifting over him as she felt his length pressing against her. "Come now, Kagome. You can't place yourself over me like you have and expect me not to have a reaction. You are my beautiful mate. I am highly attracted to you, and that will not change."
Kagome bit her lip, her cheeks blushing. She squirmed above him, and suddenly Sesshomaru was breathing in deeply, his lips parting as the first hint of her arousal pressed into his nostrils. He had never smelled her arousal before. How lucky he was to be smelling it now, so delicate, so heady and all encompassing. He could breathe in that scent all day. It left him aching, twitching against her. "Your scent, woman!" His fangs bared, amber eyes electric and molten. His beast stirred within him, and he locked it down. He would not hurt Kagome. She hadn't said what was happening between them, and until she did, they would go no further.
"Is it bad?" Sesshomaru could feel her nervousness, could feel her insecurities. She didn't think very much of herself, and never had. It was something he had learned about her early on, and now, while in his bed, her insecurity was rearing its ugly head. He would not have that.
Rolling them quickly, he pressed Kagome into the bed, his nose buried sharply in her throat. He knew she could feel his breath on her neck, hear him inhaling her scent. "Bad for my sanity, perhaps. It makes me salivate, makes me eager." He pressed his engorged cock against her leg, letting her see exactly what her scent did to him. "Makes me want to ravish you, to dominate you." Slowly his hand came up, gently pressing against her throat. He was testing the waters, seeing exactly what he could get away with.
Sesshomaru had a certain type of fetish, one that he rarely found anyone to partake in. Kagura had been one of the only women who allowed it. Now he wondered if Kagome would be as exhilarated as he gets when it came to domination. He sincerely hoped so.
It didn't take long to get his answer. The moment his hand wrapped around her throat, she gasped, mouth parting as she arched off the bed. Her arousal spiked, filling the room with her intoxicating scent. Growling as his eyes flashed with want, Sesshomaru looked her over, seeing her body squirming with need. He could take her right then and there, knew she would let him if he wanted.
However, beneath the arousal and anticipation, there was still that hesitance. He could feel it through their bond. She wasn't ready. So, he removed his hand from her throat and kissed her instead, slowing their searing arousal until it was just a simmer.
Her lips moved against his, her hands gripping his hair so hard it was pulling on his scalp. Slowly one released his hair, and he thought nothing of it, instead focusing on her mouth and the devastation it was wracking on him. Her tongue was forcing its way between his lips, their appendages meeting in a heated frenzy. It wasn't the first time they had kissed like this, but it was the hottest it had ever been. It was as if their bodies were burning with their want.
When her hand suddenly gripped his cock, he ripped his mouth from hers, groaning at the contact. He hadn't been expecting it. His entire body had jolted with the need of her touch. He craved her, needed her, wanted her fiercely. No woman had ever brought this much sensation and obsession out of him before.
"No." Sesshomaru grabbed her wrist, every fiber of his being wanted to let her continue. He was in physical pain, but he knew she wasn't ready, and didn't want to push her any farther. "You are hesitant, I can feel it."
"I'm not ready to go all the way, Sesshomaru, but I want to do this for you." Her little mouth moved along his jawline, and then down his throat, her teeth nipping at the crook of his neck. His entire body shivered, cock jerking in her hand. He was weak when it came to her, and even now, his will was failing.
Taking a second to scour her emotions, he made sure she wasn't pushing herself and when he felt nothing negative towards what she wanted, he gave in, slumping over her. With the last of his restraint, he rolled them over, and then let her take control.
He didn't even blink as she started to palm her hand over his length. His eyes bore into hers, both seeing the excitement in hers and the action of her hand. When she left his cock, he nearly whimpered at the loss of contact, but then she was untying his top and spreading it open.
She paused to look over his tattoos, her fingers running over them. "One day, I want you to tell me about your tattoos. Every single one of them." She leaned down, kissing his chest before leaning back up with a smirk. "But not today."
He wanted to say something, but his frazzled mind couldn't come up with a single thought. He was feeling too much, experiencing too much. He couldn't think, only let her do as she pleased. With his chest and stomach revealed, Kagome moved down to his sleeping hakama. They were low on his hips, and with one string pulled, they opened, his cock springing free in anticipation.
Gently she gripped him, and his head fell back into the pillows. He hadn't even realized he had lifted his head to watch her, but he did. Hands snapping up, he gripped her fleshy thighs, needing something to hold on to. She wore nothing but her silk slip. He could see her body beneath the fabric, his eyes zeroing in on her pert little nipples. He wanted to pinch them, suckle them, but he refrained, knowing she didn't want to be touched yet.
Forcing himself to look away from her breast, he watched her hand move against him. Slow and languid, she stroked his cock, squeezing the tip of him the moment his head pressed against her palm. When she picked up her pace, tightened her grip, his eyes closed, hands squeezing her thighs harder.
She was exploring him, learning how to please him. After a few minutes, his lips were parted, his breath coming in pants. She was taking the time to watch him, to observe his reactions, and with that knowledge came power. She was playing him, bringing him to the edge of nirvana over and over again before slowing her ministrations and letting his blood cool just enough that he didn't spill himself.
He didn't know how much time had passed before his eyes finally snapped open, realization slapping him square in the face. As he looked at her, saw the powerful gleam in her eyes, he knew what she was saying without actually saying it. Sesshomaru had shown that he was a dominant, that he wanted to own her in their bedroom, and she had reciprocated with need.
Now she was showing him a side of herself. She was a submissive, though he thought he would have to bring it out of her, to teach her how being a submissive was. At the same time, she was a natural dominant. She was edging him, showing him that she knew how to be the alpha in the bed. She was a swinger and that knowledge had him snarling as pleasure slammed into him in waves, like the force of the ocean.
With every wave, his cock jumped in her hand, thick streams of his releasing spilling onto his chest and stomach. For endless moments he orgasmed, even as his seed stopped spurting from his cock. When it subsided, he was left panting, looking up at the ceiling in disbelief. It was hard enough to find a woman that would let him dominate her, but to know that Kagome would eventually want to dominate him? He was surprised to find that he liked the idea.
Kagome hummed and Sesshomaru looked at her, groaning when he saw her licking his seed from her hand. She was still straddling him, still gazing straight into his eyes as she made her message loud and clear. When her hand was cleaned, she leaned down, forcing her lips on his, and all he could do was let her. He tasted himself on her, but he didn't care. He wanted more.
When she pulled away, she chuckled and crawled off of him. "I'll leave you to clean up, Sesshomaru." Standing at the edge of his bed, her eyes roamed over his body, her lip getting pulled between her teeth. "Not small at all."
She disappeared then, teleporting back to her room, and all Sesshomaru could do was groan. The woman had left him speechless, had gotten him on his back and ruled their encounter as if she was the lady of the west herself. Throwing an elbow over his eyes, Sesshomaru couldn't help but to smirk. He was doomed, and he couldn't be happier.
