The crimson receded from his eyes, the colour shifting to the tips of his ears even as his stripes remained jagged, and Kagome pulled at his hands, aching to touch him. "Is that why I was able to help you sleep?"
"There have been instances where the scent of a potential mate has calmed another," he confessed. "I did not realize the reason behind the strength of reaction until I was forced to go without you."
She finally got free and cupped his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Were my actions not a clear indication of my preference?" he asked. "Should I have climbed into your bed within the village?"
"I thought you just wanted help sleeping! I mean, I'd hoped it meant more. That's the whole reason I came in the first place—" He slid against her, claiming her mouth in a dominating kiss, and she forgot the point she was trying to make.
She hoped she'd remember to question him on it later, but right now, the feel of him was too good to pass up, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. She wasn't sure if he wanted to take it slow, but she certainly didn't, so she lifted her hips, and he took her to the hilt in one fluid stroke.
Blunt nails dug into his sheets as he adjusted, then sank into her again, stretching her further than she ever thought possible. His name came out as a gasp, and his hips snapped forward as he loomed over her, burying his face in her hair.
Words of affection, of longing, bubbled close to the surface, but she couldn't get them to form, walls clenching with each thrust as the fever built quickly, and she was more than willing to let it consume her.