Sequel to Chapter 58 (SessKag, Yoga Instructor, Bright Pink)

"Is this necessary?" Kagome asked, her blush reaching her sports bra—one of the few things she still had on.

"How am I supposed to improve your form if there is cumbersome clothing in the way?" The cumbersome clothing was nothing more than a tank top and yoga shorts, but he'd deemed them too constricting, coercing her to strip down even further.

She was currently in a plank position, muscles clenched as she raised one leg. Sesshoumaru clicked his tongue, encircling her again. He hadn't touched her since she'd arrived at his home—though it was more like a cabin, hidden away in a dense forest where no one could disturb him.

Apparently, even a yoga instructor needed his solitude.

Part of the house had been made into a built-in studio, one wall covered in tall mirrors, another in windows, sunlight reflecting off immaculate umber floors, and they'd been at it for almost an hour. When he'd mentioned a private lesson, this wasn't what she'd had in mind.

She'd thought it would start that way, but she couldn't have been wrong about all the innuendo, could she? Biting back a sigh, she lowered her leg, resting on her hands and knees to give herself a breather.

She felt him still behind her, youki rippling, and she glanced over her shoulder. There was no mistaking his interest now, claws flexing as the edges of his eyes bled crimson. The bottom dropped out of her stomach, and she didn't bother suppressing her response, watching as the marks on his cheeks turned jagged.

"Is this why you accepted my invitation?" he asked, voice low as he stalked toward her.

"Isn't this why you invited me?" she shot back, half-tempted to wiggle her ass at him. Youki pooled around her, anticipating his movements and sliding up the back of her legs. Kagome couldn't suppress her moan. "Touch me," she begged.

"Why?" he asked, allowing his power to stroke her sides, fingers mere inches from her skin. "Do you wish to tame me like those at your obedience school?" She longed to arc into his touch, but his youki kept her from moving, singeing her flesh in reprimand.

Kagome shook her head. She'd never once thought about taming him; his wild nature was one of the things that drew her to him. Before, he'd been a warrior, stoic and out of reach until someone threatened his pack. She wanted to see that part of him again, to feel him lose control until they were both scorched and satiated.

Keeping herself still proved difficult as youki continued to slide over her skin, arms shaking as she looked at him over her shoulder. "Please. I need you to touch me."

Crimson eyes and jagged marks stared back as he loomed over her, his length straining against the thin fabric of his yoga pants. "Why?" he asked again, the guttural tone of his voice making her shiver.

"Because I want you to." She was so tempted to reach out, to trace the lines of his arousal, but he was so close—his control so close to snapping—that she held herself back. "You're the only one I want." Claws dragged up the back of her bare thighs, and she trembled.

"Is this why you refused to take a more advanced class?"

She bit her lip as his knuckles brushed her core. "Yes."

"What you were hoping for when you agreed to this lesson?"

"Yes!" How was he still able to form words? Every time his fingers made another pass, her mind spun. "Sesshoumaru—" A growl drowned out his name, her underwear yanked aside as he took her to the hilt in a single thrust.

Kagome cried out, climaxing violently around him and burying her face into the mat she'd been posing on. As ready as she'd been, she still felt stretched, muscles clenching and relaxing as she tried to adjust.

He leaned over her, covering her hands with his own before pulling out nearly to the tip and slamming back into her. She whimpered but pushed back against him, the fire building between them burning her down to her toes.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her head to the side, fangs dragging as he continued to slam into her. The coil in her stomach tightened, his name coming out as a whimper this time, and he growled in warning.

"I can't—" she gasped, the fever making her dizzy.

"You are more than capable of taking what I can give," he murmured, the touch of his mouth softening as tongue replaced teeth.

She whimpered again but nodded. Even though she was coming apart at the seams, she didn't pull away—because she did want it. She wanted him, instincts and all, and she pushed her hips back, taking him even deeper.

Sitting up, his hips snapped forward, releasing her hair before latching onto her waist, pulling her back into each thrust. The mat muffled Kagome's cries as she tried to hold on, wanting the pleasure to last, but he refused to let her. The base of his cock swelled, pressing on already tender flesh, and she swore she screamed, but the sound was far away, muffled under his snarl.

Chest heaving and ears ringing, Kagome collapsed on the mat, sweat making her skin slick to the touch. He was still locked inside her, underwear rasping at her flesh, but it was his arm snaking under her and pulling her flush with his chest as he rolled them onto their sides that had goosebumps roughening her skin.

"I never knew you to be such a temptress," he said.

Swallowing, she tilted her head, managing to smile. "Guess you'll have to hang out with me more often. I can be quite seductive when need be."

His chuckle ruffled her hair. "I am aware, Kagome." Arousal spiked at the sound of her name on his lips, and she clenched and unclenched her feet. He nipped at the back of her ear. "It appears I did not wear you out enough."

"It's your own fault for saying sexy things," she grumbled.

"Merely saying your name is a turn-on?"

"It is when you say it," she scowled.

His lips pulled back into a feral smirk. "I will remember that in the future."

Ah, fuck.