LXV

More Ferarum

The trek through the snow, back to the den of wolves in Echigo, goes quickly and without much pause. The snow is too deep for Kagome to stand in, the mountains blanketed in feet of white. Kouga runs across the surface, too swift to sink in, but when he does stop, there's a leap before him when they start again.

She dozes against the broad warmth of his back, on and off as they come down into lands she would find familiar if she could see them beneath the snow. By the time the night is come and the moon is rising, the den is in view, but Kouga has no intention of letting Kagome down until he has to.

The warmth of her, the weight of her, her perfect trust and the curve of her sleeping smile– he loves them, each thing in particular and the woman herself as a whole. He murmurs responses to the greetings that come from those he passes as he enters, but the den is quiet with sleep. Only Ginta is waiting especially for him, but he only grins and nods as he passes, dares not risk waking Kagome and Kouga's anger at the same time.

Unmolested, eager, breathing the scents of home, Kouga brings Kagome to bed, takes away her cloak and wraps. He can only watch wide-eyed when she strips to bare skin and climbs into his furs, reaches for him with sleep still in her eyes. This is new, not something she's done before – not even while they were at the baths.

"Come to bed, Kouga? Just until morning – just for a little…while."

Her words are split by one yawn after another, and he pauses to stare the curve of her, naked in his bed. Kagome. He shucks his clothes as fast as he ever has in his life and crawls in beside her, wraps her up in his arms and holds back a groan – so much skin, so much woman.

But she needs sleep. She needs her rest, my Kagome. And in the morning…

He falls asleep with a smile on his face, and dreams heated dreams, all of his woman.

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Kagome wakes in the dim of the early morning to the unusual sensation of fur everywhere, warm against her skin - more than usual. She only faintly remembers taking off her clothes, getting into bed, reaching for Kouga. He is behind her still, one arm looped over her waist, his nose in her hair – she feels his breath on her neck, tickling, and realizes then that for the first time, she has woken first.

She freezes into stillness, unwilling to wake him, but he is moving behind her, rocking against her and for a moment she thinks she's already done so. She can feel his erection against her back, rhythmic pulse, rhythmic pressure, and then she hears his muttering, sleeping words that wake a flush of heat.

"Kagome. I want…deeper."

She licks her lips, tightens her fingers in the fur. He is still asleep. He is dreaming of me. The thought arrests her, flushes her body with desire. He is dreaming of me, of loving me.

Slowly, Kagome turns, and as she does so Kouga turns with her, sprawls on his back with one arm still wrapped around her. She is tempted by his obvious desire – by her own want – she hesitates only because she has yet to reach out and touch him first, has yet to be the one who begins their lust-play.

The heat of his skin attracts her, smooth, a darker tan than her own, and she lets her fingers wander across his chest, over the ridges of muscles in his abdomen...his arousal pulses against her fingers, against her palm. Carefully, her eye on his sleeping face, she leans across his body, slides down against his thigh.

She knows what she wants, and she knows it will please him, but still she hesitates – until she can't resist desire anymore, until she has leaned forward so far that licking her lips means she is licking the rigid heat of Kouga's erection. She touches him gently with her tongue, then closes her mouth around him.

It is only then that he wakes, his hands reaching down to her hair, his voice sleepy-startled-groaning, encouraging the heat that's built between her thighs.

"Kagome – woman, you…yes, Kagome."

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Kouga wakes to heat wrapped around him, Kagome's mouth, her tongue, slow movements…tantalizing, sensual. He has been dreaming about her, about the way she will open for him, beg for him. When you are mine, woman. When you are my mate forever.

The way she laps at him is teasing, terrible – perfect. He strokes her hair, encourages her to take more of him into her mouth, watches the soft pinkness of her lips stretch around his thickness and can barely hold back.

"So good, Kagome, so good."

She lets out a little moan then, a vibration that shivers intensely through all his nerves. The scent of her arousal winds through the air and slaps him, suddenly strong – he pushes himself up on his elbows, enough that he can look down at her body, see her pressing her thighs together, rocking back and forth.

She likes this. She likes to do this to me –

Kagome is experimenting now, her tongue exploring, seeking sensitive places, and Kouga gives them all away with eager groans, with please and yes, more, until she gives him exactly the more he needs, sends him past the point of no return.

"Kagome – Kagome I –"

She moans again, tightens her fingers on his thighs and takes him deeper into her mouth, just a little deeper, and some kind of cry, not a groan, not quite her name, slips past his lips while his climax overtakes him.

When she stops – when he notices she has stopped – she lays panting across his thigh, licking her lips, squirming, pressing her thighs together.

"Kagome."

She looks up at him and her pupils are dilated, her lips swollen and wet. He was going to tease her a little, ask her when she'd become such a minx, but the words flee from him. She is…so ready. So wanton. Mine, my woman. Only my woman.

He pulls her up his body, up the bed, lifts himself over her easily and kisses her parted lips.

"Your turn, Kagome."

Her thighs fall open for his touch.

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The scent of sex, aroused miko, aroused Alpha, drifts out of Kouga's chambers and into the rest of the den. Ginta and Hakkaku share a grinning glance – many of the others are riled, stirred to the mating urge.

It has been a long time since their pack has had an Alpha with a woman – an Alpha seeking a mate.

It has been a long time since a scent and power like Kouga's was stirred from sleep.

"Hakkaku."

"Hmmm…"

Both voices are lazy, almost drugged.

"Hakkaku, let's find…Shiori. Let's find Shiori and drag her away from the pups."

Very quickly, the den empties of all things but the sounds and scents of lust.

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A/N: Why look at that! Another chapter! And its smutty, too. Bwaha. Kagome begins to instigate, moving things in the direction in which she has already begun...and the side effects of the fact that Kouga has found a woman begin to manifest themselves. I think we'll see some Miroku next, and the one who has been watching him, all this time. Much thanks to Velvet_Sometimes, for many, many delicious reviews, and to all those who click the magic button - MAGIC BUTTON PEOPLE. Look how much chapters it spawns! This chapter's title, 'More Ferarum', translates to "like beasts", meaning any sexual act performed in the manner of beasts.

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