"I guess it's a good thing your mother wanted to wait to announce your return," Kagome said, running her fingers through his hair, shivering as his tongue made another pass over the mark on her neck.
"She will have anticipated such a delay," he murmured, hands still wandering.
She would've blushed, but it seemed pointless now. "Is there going to be a ceremony? I won't have to do any tricks, will I?"
His attention waned, leaning into the touch as her nails scraped his scalp, head resting between her breasts. "No. Though you are welcome to give any cynics a taste of your power should they voice concerns."
"I don't want to cause any trouble—" Her protests were swallowed as his mouth settled over hers, the argument forgotten. The scent from the roses wafted over them, mingling with moans and soft growls, Kagome eventually pulling away with a gasp. "You're trying to distract me."
"You are the distraction, mate," he said, fangs flashing. "I will not beg your forgiveness for taking my fill." His mouth travelled lower, leaving her keening even as she tugged at his ear.
"I'm not going anywhere."
He stilled, a curtain of silver hair helping him to avoid her gaze. "Perhaps in time I will not be so obvious," he relented, shoulders sagging.
"You're allowed to feel things." Kagome cupped his face, forcing him to look up. "And there's been enough of you hiding. I'd rather you be honest and just tell me you can't resist my charm."
"It has been that way from the start," he said, sliding up her body.
Her lips caught the curve of his crescent moon on the way up, leaving him shuddering, youki curling around her. "So tell me instead of pretending to be a big strong warrior."
"I would rather show you."
Kagome's mouth curved into a seductive smile, eyes darkening to indigo as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "That works too."