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Chapter 7

Rin was typing away on the monitor, an ear-bud secured in one ear and the other hanging to the side of her face. Her hair was a little disheveled, but not more so than usual. Her eyes were flickering left and right, catching any typos, continuing her sentences, and keeping an eye on her email icon for any updates.

The young assistant was in the zone. She had developed such a great rhythm with Miss Higurashi out of the office. Emails, phone calls, forwarding messages to Inuyasha – who she was amazed had really stepped up – and managing personal inquiries about the CEO. Pausing, Rin sighed with a smile on her face. She enjoyed working in the office, she also felt so honored to know that Miss Higurashi trusted her so much to handle necessities when the CEO was out of commission.

It was in that small moment of self appreciation that Rin looked up to see a young woman with long and black flowing hair step from the elevator connecting the garage to the top floor. Rin's eyebrows bunched together as she took note of the woman.

She seemed familiar, but she couldn't put a finger on it. Rin glanced down at the oversized calendar she hid beneath her desk and noted that no one was expected that day.

Humming silently, the small assistant looked back up to the woman taking calm and powerful strides her way. The business suit she wore was sensual as it hugged each curve of the woman. And the content smile on her face brightened her chocolate brown eyes.

Rin blinked as the woman's smile grew when they met eyes. "Miss Higurashi?" The assistant's question was loud and unnerved.

No. No, it can't be. Whoever this woman standing in front of her that looked like Miss Higurashi surely wasn't the strong miko CEO the younger woman had come to admire.

"Good morning, Rin. Forward all calls to voicemail. I'll be conducting a meeting on the 15th floor, so make sure all the researchers on this list," Kagome casually set a piece of paper atop of Rin's desk before finishing, "Arrive and are ready to get to work."

Rin, at first, was so taken aback that her brain had momentarily seized up on her. But, being ever the reliable, she had grabbed on to her notepad and jotted everything down.

"A time?" Rin asked, falling back to her role as the powerful woman's right hand man.

"Two hours." Kagome called over her shoulder as she strutted through her heavy doors. With a blast of magic she propped the doors open and paused before calling over her shoulder, "Thank you, Rin. For all your hard work. Take the rest of the day off."

"But – But I just got here." A little white lie. The assistant had been there since 5 AM.

Kagome turned her head and raised a brow. "Rin, go home and relax." And she turned back to her office, noting the small voice that carried her way, whispering gratitude.

Kagome was like a kitten, purring and content as she raised her arms above her head to stretch, making her way to the large desk.

She paused, and looked out the large windows, her arms slowly lowering and her hands unconsciously stroking her torso. Making her way to the large glass, the miko smiled and rested one hand on the cold pane. Her other crossed over her chest as she hugged herself.

The city was beautiful from up above. Towering skyscrapers casting elongated shadows on one another and on the citizens of the city. Green and red lights flickered below, and with unaided sight, she could make out outlines of cars just barely enough to know that there was bustling life below her.

Humming, she stretched again, never feeling so rested or satisfied before. Definitely a lazy kitty. She smiled, not noticing the overbearing youkai aura behind her until the doors her magic had propped open slammed shut.

Kagome spun around, her magic suddenly at attention, a spark of purple flashed through her eyes before she recognized the demon suddenly invading her tranquil space.

The older Takagi was leaning against the heavy doors of her office, one foot propped up against the frame, and his muscular arms crossed over his chest.

The miko's mind whirled. Why are they both so goddamn sexy?

"Where's Rin?" Sesshomaru's question was low, almost a grumbling growl. He was going to make her beg. Just a little patience was needed.

Kagome relaxed her stance. She could handle the puppy. Not being so wound up, thanks to the silver haired hanyou, she was much more patient. Sesshomaru wasn't going to get a rise out of her.

So she thought.

"I sent her home for the day." Casually she moved to sit at her desk. Her hips swayed deliciously and her unbound hair curled around her face. The youkai took her inher sight, his eyes landing then on her lips. They looked bruised and plumped.

Sesshomaru suppressed a growl. He knew who had caused her difference in appearance.

Pushing from the door with his foot, he buried the knowledge away as he took controlled steps to the chair closest to her desk.

The hanyou had taken her. He knew from the lingering scent that clung to Kagome's skin. Inuyasha marked her. But he would claim her, too. And he would have her.

The inuyoukai had admired her from the moment they met. He watched her build the company. He stood by her through all her decisions. He obeyed her.

To know that all he needed to realize his feelings for the miko was to have his half brother take a shot at the woman was frustrating but also relieving. Because no matter what, Inuyasha was his brother. He mused as he took a seat, wondering if them growing up together and sharing their toys had prepared them for what could happen next.

"That was wise?" He didn't really care, but he wanted to feel her flare.

Kagome quirked a brow and leaned back into her chair. She looked...relaxed. Sesshomaru realized it might be harder than he had originally thought. What did Inuyasha do to her?

"Well, considering I've managed to handle the workings of this company, I think I can handle a few calls. I'm the CEO, don't you remember?" She was...teasing him. She was teasing him.

Sesshomaru sat back, crossing his legs and his eyes narrowed the slightest. How? How was he going to get a rise?

Thinking quickly, sitting in the silence, he suddenly smelled the telltale spice of her arousal well before it was shut away from him.

The demon smiled. It was a slow drawl of a smile that allowed a fang to peek through. That was how he would.

"Thinking of Inuyasha?" Sesshomaru looked down at his claws as he asked, hiding the knowing smirk. Yes. That question should be just enough.

Kagome looked at him unblinking, before a spark of magic she hadn't controlled lashed out towards the youkai. "Excuse me?"

Her magic had a taste of him, and the thought vibrated through her. That's why it had sparked the way it had towards him. Lazy, nonchalantly…testingly.

Kagome bit her bottom lip and settled her hands on her lap. Relax, she soothed the void. Please just relax.

The sizzle of his skin from her magic didn't force him to look up. He was unfazed. It stung, and he looked at the mark briefly, but he also knew he would heal soon.

"My brother. Are you thinking about him?" His question was patient, his body language collected. His eyes were still on his claws, and the youkai was ignoring the slight discomfort on his arm.

"Sesshomaru, be careful." Kagome's voice was steady, mainly for her own self control versus the benefit of the man sitting before her

The sun's rays trickled through the windows, stretching out behind her and giving the miko an ethereal glow. It was at that time the youkai looked up to see her. And when he did, he froze. The breath in his lungs expelled out, his heart came to a halt for a nanosecond, and his eyes were locked on to her – as if he were to look away she would disappear.

The miko didn't know what she was doing to him. She didn't realize that her untamed hair made her look wild. She didn't realize how luscious the shadows playing across her skin made her seem. And her eyes. Sesshomaru couldn't look away from those darkening orbs. There was anger and frustration behind them, but the anger pulled at her power. And he saw it, just below the surface. He saw it and he wanted it. He wanted to fucking claim her.

"What is it, Kagome? Am I not asking a valid question?" His tone dripped with seduction, deep and knowing. Before she could react, he stood and leaned forward into her desk, palms flat. He was letting the demon loose. "What were you thinking about, miko? His mouth? His fingers? Or" he smirked and opened his mouth to finish the question when Kagome's hand flew across his cheek.

Silence followed the sharp sound of flesh on flesh. Kagome's eyes were peaked with rage. Her magic was boiling behind her skin. And she was on her feet, facing the demon, the desk was all that separated them.

Sesshomaru's neck had snapped to the side. His eyes were glazed over in shock. And then...red crept in.

"I can smell him on you, Kagome." His gurgled words came out in a growl.

The miko's fury spilled out onto her skin, goose bumps forming and chills rolling down her spine. "Are you jealous?" She asked, venom in her voice.

The full-blooded demon smirked and turned his head eerily her way. "No. I'm his brother. And brothers know how to share."

Kagome's eyes widened, but he was too fast. His hand shot over the desk and dragged her face to him, gripping her neck with his claws, so close to ripping her flesh. Just a flick of the wrist and her blood would spill. He groaned, sealing her protest with a kiss. His fangs sharp and elongated against her.

She tried fighting. She did. She pushed her balled fists into his chest and shoved. But he was strong. Just as strong as his hanyou brother. Stronger than her, physically.

Kagome called to her magic. She didn't want to hurt him, but she didn't want to want to kiss him. And it's where it would lead. He was so warm. So strong. Dangerous. Her knees buckled just the slightest, and then, finally, her power flooded her. And it pooled at her mouth. Just a spark, that's all she needed. A spark was all it would take.

The void in her widened. Her balled fists froze against the strong chest of the youkai, and then her magic latched onto his aura. It weaved in and out.

No. She groaned mentally. No, god, no. The void was beckoning him in. It wanted to devour his strength and sate the lonely emptiness inside her.

Sesshomaru was amiss. He didn't know how close he was to being pushed into an abyss. His demon was too hungry for her flesh. And he would have it.

His teeth grabbed on to her bottom lip and bit. Hard. Kagome gasped and whimpered, tears springing from the sharp pain of his canines. The demon groaned and his tongue found the punctured marks. He wriggled over them, lapping the small amount of blood into his mouth.

Kagome tasted tangy and coppery all at once. He savored the flavor, rolling it in his mouth, his clawed hand never once letting her go.

The miko stood breathless, watching through heavy eyelids, as the demon tasted her essence. A memory of Inuyasha licking her blood from her breasts flashed through her mind and she couldn't suppress the moan in her throat.

She clenched her thighs, feeling a building throb. And she narrowed in on his tongue as it swept over his upper lip, licking away the remnants of her taste. Her magic jolted and her void spread more.

She needed to make the choice. And she needed to do it fast or her aura would suck him in and he would be lost.

Then, she let it wash over her. The lust. The fantasy of having them both. The knowledge that the previous day she had been Inuyasha's. And in that current moment, she could belong to Sesshomaru. Both men, both puppies – they would be hers.

The youkai smelled the shift in her. He caught the scent of her arousal and it burned into his senses. Yes. He was going to have her.

His tongue ran along her lip again, cleaning the wound before pushing into her parted mouth. They both sighed into the kiss and his claws flexed against her neck. She whimpered, opening her balled fists enough to close around the cloth of his business shirt and pulling him closer to her.

He growled and used his other hand to close around the front of her neck, tightening against her. Showing her how strong he was and how easy it would be to break her.

Kagome wanted more. The anger. The frustration from being interrupted from her beautiful day. Everything...it poured into that kiss. And she ripped away from him for air.

Sesshomaru didn't give her a long pause. He reattached himself onto her like some suckling leech. He had forgotten how delicious she was. He forgot what he had wanted from her. He wanted a taste. He wanted to make her cum until she couldn't walk without remembering it.

The miko climbed on to the desk, ignoring the crumpling paperwork and fallen items. She wanted to be closer to his heat. A smile crept into the kiss when she felt his hands on her neck pull her closer. She would take his strength and the fear it spiked in her – she wanted to feel it rise in her lower abdomen in sweet wetness.

Sesshomaru was getting drunk off of her. His mind was clouding. And he was even further into the haze when he felt her legs wrap themselves around his narrow waist. He could feel how ready the woman was.

"Kagome," he whispered against her mouth, claiming her lips again in a harsh kiss before pulling back.

Her chest was heaving as she tried regaining her breath. He smirked and watched in delight as he rolled his hips against hers.

His cock was hard. And she felt it press into her. "Oh," she groaned, gulping in air and feeling a shiver run up and down her spine.

"I'm going to have my turn with you," his words were strained and emphasized with a thrust from his hips into the space between her thighs. Her eyes caught his and she saw the red there, a lingering demon behind his stare.

"I'm going to taste you," he licked her bottom lip and trailed it down to her neck. Her head tilted back, and her fingers tightened in his shirt, tugging.

"I'm going to make you cum," he finished and slammed his cock against her again.

A loud and sultry moan ripped from her throat. She shut her eyes tightly, feeling her body ache for more than the dry humping. She wanted his promises.

The demon released her thin neck from his grasp and ran his hands down to her waist. "Do you want Inuyasha?"

His question almost shattered her desire. But the mention of the hanyou – at the height of her arousal – pulled a different moan from her. Yes. She did. And she nodded, looking into the eyes of the older brother, "I do."

Sesshomaru's jaw clenched. He knew the answer before he asked it, but it was still frustrating to hear it from her. He refrained from bucking his hips into her again as he asked, "And do you want me?"

Kagome's smile was slow and seductive. She leaned backwards and slid further off the desk, pushing her wet core against his covered cock. "I do." She really did.

The demon growled in approval and he gripped her hips and flipped her over the desk, her ass in the air and her face flat on the wood. She gasped when she felt his hands reach up her thighs, pushing the skirt she wore above the curve of her hips. And then, suddenly, her wet opening was bare for him. She raised her head up and looked over her shoulder to see him on his knees in front of her bare skin. Her brows furrowed. "What are yo-" the question died on her lips when she felt his long tongue leisurely run along her slit.

"Oh god." She gulped and turned back around to press her forehead into the desk. She hadn't expected that. His dick, maybe. But he was going to eat her out in that position?

Again, his tongue ran along her. Slowly. Carefully. She shuddered and let out a deep sigh.

"I'm going to enjoy you, do you understand that?" His question was pushed into the folds of her pussy.

Both brothers, so commanding. She shivered and relaxed into the desk. Kagome was going to allow him to do whatever he wished.

And he proceeded to take what he wanted from her. He teased her relentlessly. Licking, sucking, using his fingers. He was drinking her slowly. His tongue played with her opening, and then he dipped his head further down, to nibble her delicate clit with his sharp teeth.

Kagome was being tortured, she decided after almost an hour of it. She was being built up over and over again. But every time he sensed her on the verge of cumming, he stopped and slowed down again and again. And again.

He was enjoying playing with his prey. Every time he felt her thighs quiver, every time he felt her opening contract against his tongue, he would stop. It killed him to bring her back down, but goddamn he wanted her to beg him. And that damn miko was stubborn, she wasn't bending enough.

Her throat was tight, sweat trickling from her forehead and neck. Her muscles were so tense. She wanted that fucking release already. But she wouldn't beg. He was going to give her what she wanted. He would. She was a miko. And mikos were the only weakness a demon had – in power, in body, in mind. She smirked into the desk and savored his mouth on her. She was born to be every demon's weakness.

The youkai was again playing with her clit, lapping at it. And then, the taste in her changed the slightest. It tasted like...tangy copper. He paused for a moment and pulled back. And then he nuzzled his nose against her, breathing in deeply. Just beyond her natural taste he smelled it. Blood.

The red in his eyes darkened and seeped further towards his pupils. Blood, the demon in him raged. It wanted to taste it.

And he began to ravish her. Long gone were the slow and teasing licks. Long gone was he gentle with his clawed hands. He dug his claws into her plump thighs and pulled her closer to his parted mouth. He was going to devour her.

"Oh. God," Kagome yelped out. His tongue and teeth were hitting spots she didn't know she had. Her legs were quivering, aching. She was going to cum. She was. Just a little more. And oh it was going to be so sweet.

He couldn't stop himself. He felt her thighs shudder in his grasp, he could feel her muscles tighten around his mouth. But he couldn't stop. The blood that was still deep in her was beckoning for him to release it. He wanted her cum and her blood. He wanted it all.

Kagome felt it then. The heat, the rush of blood pounding behind her clit. One. More. Flick.

And she came. Her muffled yell vibrated the desk and she dug her nails into the thick wood, leaving little crescent moon indents.

She took deep steady breaths, letting the pleasure roll off of her in waves. Little moans pulled from her as she came down from the high.

Kagome was about to stand when suddenly she felt her body flipped over to face the vaulted ceiling of her office. She propped herself on her elbows and looked to expect Sesshomaru standing, but he was still kneeling. And then she saw him stare at her womanhood for a while before fingering off some of her juices.

She watched with glazed eyes his tongue roll over his finger. He sneered. "More," was his one worded answer to her unasked question. And he dove his face into her folds again, slathering her juices across his cheeks and prodding with his tongue.

Kagome's head snapped back and a throaty moan filled the room. Heaven. This is heaven.

A/N: I know. I know. You are allowed to hate me right now. I have no excuse except one: I was spending all my time with the love of my life, and I could not pull myself away from him for the life of me. Also, finals are a bitch and I can't wait for my final semester in this program to be over. They want all my money and my soul? Well, fine. They can have it all! Anyways. Please review and give me any feedback. I'm working on honing in the next chapter. I will have it posted on Sunday. Maybe earlier, actually. You know what? If enough people bitch at me, I'll post it sooner than Sunday. ;)