On the ninth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
9 Ladies Dancing.
Sesshomaru watched with heated gaze as the women of the other house dance, pulling Kagome along to dance with them making nine. She smiled, and her dark hair danced against her as she moved. The fires they had a blaze in the grand celebration of their union made her look all the more appetizing as she danced around it. The warm glow rushed around her skin, but what got him was her eyes when they met his through the flames.
He inhaled, and the sudden rush of the kill flew through his veins.
She was his pray. He wondered for a moment if this is what it felt like for his father. His blood was heated, his heart was beating rappidly, and his fangs hurt, needing to be fully embedded into her milky skin.
A growl rose in his chest, and his markings went dark, and the women slowed and whispered in Kagome's ears.
He knew what they were telling her. Her cheeks blushed which just made it all the worse for him.
"Run girl," A woman told her,
"Hurry before he attacks you right here for all of us to see" Another giggled,
"He wants to play," One said,
"No, he wants to dance the oldest dance of time," Another one said brushing Kagome's hair back, baring her neck to the man across the fire.
His lips parted showing his deadly fangs, and his eyes went pink and his growl, much louder now. Kagome was instantly turned on at the sight of him, and he could smell it.
"Run," He said in a voice so deadly she thought she would melt.
Instead, she ran.
And thus the dance of his kind began.
He would catch, he would kiss her and then the mating dance would begin and end with his fangs deep in her neck and with a bow, he would mark her forever his.