Chapter 10
Inuyasha's bedroom felt different with him in it. As soon as he followed her in just now... Kagome's breath hitched. There wasn't necessarily an elephant in the room with them, but the bed certainly had a pretty big presence about it—one could almost even say an elephantine presence. All the warmth from the mug between her hands dissipated as a blush rose up her body. Maybe it was nervousness. Maybe it was early onset arousal. Either way, the anticipation had her swallowing practically nothing down her dry throat, her heart beating a scurried ba-tump ba-tump in her chest.
Kagome's eyes scoured his broad-shouldered back from where she stood near the headboard, next to a bedside table, while Inuyasha paused to study the door. His head cocked to the side in his examination like he was at war with himself over the etiquette of whether or not he should close the door. He seemed to compromise with himself, choosing to close it most of the way.
When he turned to face her, and their eyes met, Kagome watched the slow bob of his throat, the dip of his eyes as he took in the sight of her in his pajamas. She had never been so aware of her shirt's neckline or the run-off material pooling around her ankles. Her clothes seemed to have a presence about them almost as large as the bed. Her thoughts screamed "mate him" as the echoes carried a reminder of the temporariness of her outfit. A temporary shelter from nakedness. A temporary ward from his large, calloused hands. That's all these pajamas were. Temporary.
A lump grew in her dry throat that Kagome now tried to swallow around. An ache that felt a lot like desire solidified low in her stomach.
Inuyasha's awkward nervousness was visible in the way he shifted on the balls of his feet. His disquiet became palpable in Kagome's racing pulse. She gulped, her eyes making a beeline to his hands, raptly watching him discard his barely-touched beverage on top of his black six-drawer dresser. She had no idea what she should be doing, what he was going to do. It was enough to drive her wild, the anticipation of what would come next.
Demons were intentionally tight-lipped with humans around the mating process in a similar way that adults are discreet about certain subject matter around children. It's not that they couldn't know or shouldn't know, but it was a matter of timing. There was a particular time when it was appropriate for certain knowledge to be shared, and for Kagome, that time was coming up fast. A part of her wished she just knew. She wished that moving forward to mate Inuyasha wasn't hinged on him having all the knowledge and all the power, which meant having to coach or walk her through it.
It was popular gossip among humans that mating happened during sex; it was such a ubiquitous assumption that Kagome, herself, presumed it fact. But what wasn't known by humans was if it was the act itself that bound two souls as mates. Perhaps it was a specific position demons had to assume. Something to do with teeth or body parts humans didn't have. Something that had to be said or done during the act. Or maybe mating had nothing to do with sex at all and it was just a rumour triggered by the murmurings of a horny race that oversexualized demons.
Comfort can be found in knowledge, and since Kagome had literally no idea what mating Inuyasha required of her, she was obscenely uneasy. But a good uneasy. An enamoured, keen, excited uneasy that just so happened to radiate a shit-ton of nervous energy throughout her body and coat her skin like an aura.
I will choose you because I love you, you incredibly insufferable man.
Her words rang in her head as she watched Inuyasha move about the room, turning on a floor lamp, turning off the overhead dome light, removing the pillow shams from the bed.
I can't let the woman I love be treated like shit because she chose me.
For as loud as her own words and resolution were, Inuyasha's response was louder. How was it always the case that happiness became this mousy little thing in the shadow of belligerent pessimism? At least, that's how Inuyasha's cynicism felt. Scrappy, blaring, militant.
Inuyasha wanted to mate her. He wanted them to be together. But he was terrified that this one thing, this one promise of goodness in his life, would dash all of his hopes and dreams. Because if this one thing didn't turn out well for him, what else was there for him to look forward to? At some point in his life, finding and being with his mate had become Inuyasha's last hope for happiness. Of course he'd be scared to jump off the precipice. Of course he'd be reluctant to take a chance on hope when every other thing he's hoped on has crashed and burned. His life had been a series of let-downs, and a precedence had been set that expectations equaled disappointment.
Well, not this time.
Not any longer.
Inuyasha disappeared into his ensuite and came back with some hand towels in his grip. Kagome eyed the towels inquisitively as he placed them on the bedside table nearest him. Her eyebrows met above her nose, her stare lingering on the plush rectangles for a moment longer. Her eyes slid to catch Inuyasha clenching and releasing his fists with the same nervous energy as Kagome picking at her cuticles. His gaze lingered on the bed and the dark maroon, almost black, bedspread that looked inviting albeit intimidating.
"What're the towels for?"
Inuyasha eyes snapped to her for a moment before they retreated back to the bed. He tongued a canine nervously. The sight of his fangs had a desirous spasm thrum through her chest. "I've heard that mating can be...uh...messy."
A ball of heat plummeted between her legs. Kagome chomped on her bottom lip as she nodded as if she understood what he meant by messy. But her brain convinced her it was a sexy messy—as in body fluids galore—and her face lit up following that thought.
They stood in silence for a good minute after that. Inuyasha looked thoughtful, still nervous but with a more pronounced scowl dampening his expression. Kagome didn't like that look one bit.
She realized she needed to get his brain to shut up. From the look on his face, she could tell his thoughts were spinning around and around. It was only a matter time before he'd be opening his mouth to say, "On second thought..." and then decline the whole mating thing. Kagome needed to take all of her words and put them into action. Now. Like, right now. She needed to prove to him she wanted him. She needed to prove to him that she was ready and willing to make him happy.
Even if that meant Kagome needed to be very, incredibly forward with a man she'd only known for somewhere between six and seven hours.
The dull clunk of her mug on the wooden bedside table was shrill enough that Inuyasha jolted from his inner monologue. His eyes snapped to hers as she put one leg in the front of the other. Kagome's fingers curled into her palms as she approached him in a steady pace. The glossiness of his amber eyes widened as she grew nearer, his dark eyebrows disappearing beneath the fringe of his bangs with surprise.
"Kago—mmphf."
Her mouth swallowed the rest of her name as her arms wound snugly around his neck. Sealing their torsos together, sternum to sternum, Kagome pushed up on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. She was bathing in cedar warmth, her heart and body alive with the rush of his musk. The scent of his skin, the smell of his hair, the taste of his breath and his lips. With gravity's help, Kagome lowered herself to the balls of her feet, bringing Inuyasha's neck, head, and mouth with her. Her hungry, nibbling kisses delighted in his softness and the feel of him against her mouth. That was until Inuyasha's shock dissipated and he became an active participant.
One of his claw-tipped hands cupped her jaw while the other burrowed into the hair at the base of her skull. With enough force to draw out a smoky moan from her, he tugged her head back as his tongue coaxed the seam of her lips to gain entry. Inuyasha laved and lapped and stroked her lips, tongue, and teeth in a rhythm that had an aching heat sinking from Kagome's heart until it settled at the junction of her thighs.
Holy shit, did she ever want this hanyou.
Her lithe fingers found the cotton of his t-shirt above his pectorals, and her digits became fists as she gripped him tightly. Her fingers shook as she walked him backwards toward the bed. Thighs consorted. Knees collided. Toes crashed. Kagome swallowed, tasting him, sighing at his flavour until she felt the dull thump that meant the backs of his thighs met his mattress.
A humoured chuff left Inuyasha's nostrils and painted Kagome's face. "Sit down," she breathed, breaking their kiss to whisper the words against his slow-curling mouth.
The heat in her cheeks rivaled the burn she felt low in her belly, the growing slick heat between her legs. Kagome had never been this forward. She was being demanding, despotic, probably needy, but Inuyasha didn't seem to mind it one bit. His lips twitched then curved into a pleased little grin as he slowly lowered himself to perch on the edge of the bed. Sitting with his knees wide, his height became much more level with hers. When Kagome opened her eyes, she was penetrated with smelted gold that narrowed and crinkled with amusement. Inuyasha's eyes were heavy-lidded and glossy with arousal. There was a haughtily crooked upturn of his lips that formed a gentle dimple in his right cheek.
He liked that she took charge. He liked that she got handsy and a little bossy with him.
The realization that Inuyasha enjoyed her boldness made Kagome that much wetter.
"Whatcha doin'?" he asked, his tone playful with implication. His gaze laboured on her pink lips, his fingers loosening around her raven locks to cup her neck, palm her shoulders, then trace their way downward to cradle her hips. The heat of his touch seeped through the cotton she wore until her skin consumed it greedily.
Inuyasha was regularly a very handsome male, but desire suited him. Lust transformed his attractiveness, making him so striking he became intimidating. Kagome's heart raced and hands burned to touch him, blown away by the fact that this beautifully brawny creature was hers. She couldn't stop staring. Desire made his mouth pliable and rimmed with amusement while his gaze grew dark and hungry. His was an expression that promised trouble and Kagome found herself in that moment to be an avid troublemaker. The slickening walls of her core pulsed with need, which sent a shiver up her spine. Goosebumps settled into her flesh, her breasts becoming heavy and touch-hungry. Kagome's breath hiccupped from the way Inuyasha's eyes languidly panned down to watch her pebbling nipples tent the fabric near his face.
"Kagome," he mumbled when she didn't answer his question.
"Hm?"
His eyes never left her breasts. "What is this?"
"What is what?" Was her voice always this breathy?
He grinned. Inuyasha's lips spread with the stretch of his smile, revealing narrow, white teeth. The tip of his pink tongue depressed one of his upper canines and Kagome's stomach somersaulted from the view. Everything about his mouth was so sinfully erotic; arousal wept from her core. His palms tightened around her hips, drawing her attention to where her body stood between his knees, no more than inches of space separating their torsos. "This, Kagome." His gaze scaled her body once more. On its return trip to her mouth, his thumb found her bottom lip and traced its curve.
His eyes lingered on her mouth a while before slowly mapping the rest of her body. He took his time with his gaze, as if he was picturing her curves and hollows beneath the fabric of his baggy, white t-shirt. His stare looked hungry as he watched the rise and fall of her peaked breasts. Kagome's heart thudded and his eyes raced to hers with a knowing smirk. Then his gaze once again settled on her lips and a deep, drawn out exhale left his mouth. He brushed his thumb over the seam of her lips like he debated separating her mouth with his meaty digit, plunging inside her to make her taste him. He didn't, and Kagome found herself wishing he would. The lightness of his touch tickled in the most sinfully arousing way.
Her body was alive with a scorching desire that made two spots on her body feel woefully empty without him inside her. She wanted to feel him. She wanted to taste him. Kagome knew he could probably hear the devastated meter of her heartbeat, her eager desire so obvious to them both.
"What is this?" he repeated, leaning in until his nose was millimetres from hers and she could taste his breath.
"What do you think this is?" The pad of his thumb felt massive beneath her mutter.
Both of his hands returned to her hips, his fingers twitching as they gripped her hipbones. His claws dimpled her skin through the cotton, eliciting goosebumps over her flesh. "I dunno," he answered. "You tell me."
"I—" Her words stammered when his gaze flicked up to hers. The look he gave her made Kagome forcibly swallow past the lump of desire in her throat. "I want..."
There was just enough pressure behind his grip that Kagome felt drawn to take a step closer to him. Inuyasha's legs widened to make space for her before his thighs tapered shut, ensnaring her hips. Kagome's small, shuffling steps brought her so close that the peaks of her breasts would graze his chest if she inhaled deeply. She felt trapped, caught, and dear God, did she like it.
"Tell me," he exhaled, his gape long and heavy. "What do you want?" One palm trailed a slow, burning path up her spine to tangle in the ends of her now-dry hair. His other remained a steadfast pressure on her hip.
With a breath that filled her lungs with air and her body with courage, Kagome ran her hands through Inuyasha's bangs until her fingertips bumped into his ears. Without giving herself to chance to think about it, she kneaded the soft, white triangles tenderly with her forefingers before she cupped the back of his head, lacing her fingers together. "You," she answered. "I just want you."
A hazy pink grazed Inuyasha's cheeks while the desire in his eyes shone. "You already told me that," he said faintly, his eyes skipping between hers. "In the kitchen."
Kagome's eyes followed every bounce of his; their eye contact felt like a game of cat and mouse. Kagome may have instigated this moment between them but she didn't know if she was still leading it. She could just as easily be the one being chased as she was doing the chasing. Her gaze narrowed thoughtfully as her palms slid back and forth across his trapezius. "No, Inuyasha." She took the remaining steps available to her between his thighs until the tips of her hardened nipples brushed his clavicle. Then, she followed through with the motion to seal her breasts against the muscled warmth of his chest. The flush connection of their bodies had him hissing out a tight breath. His arms wrapped around the small of her back, pinning her to him. "Context is important," she said, cradling his neck with her hands. Her thumbs traced the hinge of his jaw as her exhales coated his lips. "I told you before that I want you. But now? I. Want. You."
Her stare lingered until she saw a flash of recognition and awareness in his eyes. His was a moment of clarity that had Kagome's grin widening. It was like he didn't just notice her arousal but he trusted it, believed it, like it finally registered that she genuinely, desperately needed him in more ways than one. In real time, she saw his waggishness morph into something tangible, something earnest, something accentuated by the growing pressure and presence against her belly. Something hard and masculine. Kagome swallowed, her damp, sensitive recesses becoming even more coveting for him to fill her.
When she felt her confidence wane beneath the look he wore, she closed the distance between them and kissed him again. Inuyasha deepened the pull of her mouth against his with grasping, wet kisses and a demanding grip, and Kagome lost herself to the taste of his tongue and the silkiness of his hair intwined with her fingers. At the first guttural, keening murmur in his throat, Kagome detached herself from his lips with a wet smack. She smirked in response to his questioning, glazed stare before forcing her expression neutral. With her hands on his thighs, she sunk to her knees, her shins cradled by the plush taupe rug at the end of his bed. Her eyes moved nary a fraction from his, keen to catch his reaction when he realized what she intended by dropping to her knees.
"K-Kagome." His eyes widened with understanding as his neck cranked to follow her path down. Amber smoldered with desirous embers that threatened a blazing inferno.
Her severe expression cracked; a curling smirk coated her lips. Inuyasha became noticeably flustered when she lifted the hem of his shirt to find his belt buckle.
His fingers wrapped around her forearms and squeezed. "What're you doing?"
She'd just loosed prong from punch hole when her fingers stilled to meet his wide-eyed stare of disbelief. Her head cocked to the side as her smirk grew into a full grin. He knew what she was doing. She knew he knew it. Kagome's grin became toothy. "What does it look like I'm doing, Inuyasha?"
Her answering question seemed to send him spinning because his gaze lowered to her hands. She decided to take that as encouragement to continue, and she drew the strap through the belt buckle until the two ends were separated and the released buckle jingled into stillness. When her fingers met the button on his jeans, she looked up at him, past the throbbing of her heart and through the scorching pink haze on her face.
"Is this okay?"
Thank goodness for Inuyasha's supersonic hearing because Kagome didn't even think her question was audible past the thickness in her throat. She'd never been this forward with a guy in her entire life. Leave it to Kagome to want to make a lingering first impression with her mate when it came to instigating their sexual relationship. But she told him she wanted to make him happy. What better way to prove it than this? She'd seal her promise with a kiss. An intimate one.
Inuyasha's responding nods to her question were several short, curt, severe bobs of his head. His cheeks were flushed, the bridge of his nose the most charming of blushing hues. His eyes burned with eagerness, with interest, with need. Kagome watched the tip of his tongue shoot from between his lips to lick his bottom lip nervously. Her head was swimming and swirling with his scent. Her lips and tongue were impatient to take him, stroke him, taste him. Biting her lower lip, she directed her focus back to the fine motor actions of her hands.
The hiss of Inuyasha's metal zipper was the loudest thing Kagome had ever heard. Maybe second to Inuyasha's stiff inhale as Kagome opened the flaps of his jeans. The dark denim was thrust aside by the eagerness of his protruding erection. When the straining black cotton brushed the backs of Kagome's fingers, he sucked in another breath and Kagome gasped, flinched.
He was so hard. So interested. So big.
His cock was a gravity well of heat that Kagome couldn't escape. The allure of it drew her in. It was all she could think about, all she could look at. It took all of her willpower not to dig right in. The muskiness of his scent became deeper, darker, warmer. Saliva pooled in Kagome's mouth. It was like her body took in the size, shape, and thickness of him and decided everything about her needed to be wetter. Arousal sluiced into her already slick panties, and her eyes fell closed when Inuyasha's chest echoed with a sound that was half purr, half groan.
"I can't even begin to tell you how insane you smell right now," he said hoarsely. His knuckles and claws took turns stroking the side of her face before he brushed hair away from her shoulder with the back of his hand.
Kagome's eyes snapped open, briefly skimming his before lingering on the seductive opening of his jeans and the swollen bulge splitting the flaps open. Kagome gulped loudly. "How do I smell?"
His words were a guttural croak as he lifted her gaze to his with a curled finger beneath her chin. "Really. Really fuckin' wet."
She closed her eyes like the combination of his words and the heat of his stare burned her. Kagome hissed back a quick breath when his palm found her cheek, her head tipping further back in encouragement to meet his gaze. Opening her eyes, she noticed he was leaning over her, their lips seconds from brushing.
"You were really gonna go through with this weren't you?"
She knit her brow, her gaze darting confusedly between his eyes, dipping occasionally to view the alluring exhibit of his wetted lips. "What do you mean were? I am gonna go through with this."
Inuyasha's thumb stroked her cheek. The resonating heat of his touch shot a direct line to her clit, which began to swell and throb with her growing arousal. "Sorry, sweetheart," he purred, "but there's no way I'm lettin' you draw first blood."
"I may have considered using a little bit of teeth," she teased, "but I had no intentions of being that rough with you, Inuyasha."
He barked a laugh. "Cheeky little thing," he said with a slow shake of his head. He cupped her chin, leveled her a sharp stare. "I thought she wanted to mate with me."
"She does," Kagome answered capriciously. "I do. I figured we could get to that after."
Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. "After?" When Kagome nodded demurely, the left side of Inuyasha's mouth curled up with a sneer. "After what exactly, Kagome?"
Her inhale stuttered over how he said her name. It was pure sex. Growly. Gravelly. Dripping with insinuation. Arousal tickled as it seeped from her cleft. Her grip on his thighs tightened, hoping it highlighted her kneeling position between his legs. "I know you know, Inuyasha."
His smirk became wolfish. His palms cupped the backs of hers. Squeezed. "Do I?"
She lifted her chin at him pointedly. "I know you do," she snorted. "You just want to hear me say it."
"Oh yeah? You think I'm eager to hear you say you wanna blow me?"
Drawing her teeth over her lips and biting down quickly in an act of stabilizing her motivation, Kagome's eyes flew open to pin him with a courageous stare. "I think you just wanna hear me admit I want to taste you and please you." Her grin became furtive, coy. "Or...you just wanna hear me be vulgar and admit I want to suck your cock."
All breath in his lungs hissed out as Inuyasha's forehead crashed to hers. His palms were on her cheeks, guiding her lips to his for a hungry reclamation of her mouth. "Fuck, Kagome," he groaned when their mouths parted for a grasping rush of air.
"Let me," she gasped when able, once his tongue left hers alone long enough to make speech possible. "I want to so badly."
Her words seemed to wade directly to his arousal, because his erection swatted her in the stomach, lurching with keen interest at her words. "Kagome," he sighed, "you don't have t—"
"No," she interrupted, removing his hands from her cheeks as she inserted space between their wet, red mouths. "No, you don't have to say anything, Inuyasha." She dropped his hands and cupped the sides of his neck beneath his sheet of silver hair. Her gaze was fixed to his. "You've said enough, okay? I've made my informed decision and you're going to be with me." She pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. "You said you can smell how wet I am for you, right?" The hue of his cheeks brightened before he nodded gently. "I want you, Inuyasha. I want you to be my partner, my mate, and my lover." Her cheeks became a suffocating heat. She leaned towards him until she could comfortably wrap her arms around his neck. "I want to taste you. I want to bring you pleasure. I want to be with you. I want you, Inuyasha." She kissed him, pulling away just enough to murmur, "so, so badly."
Inuyasha chuffed a warm laugh, painting her lips with his exhale. "You wanna suck my cock that badly, Kagome?"
Her eyes widened in a flinch from his words. She blinked through her embarrassment, the awkwardness, until the cool wetness of her panties brushing her labia reminded her that her body wanted him to the point that her mind didn't need to register his words with any embarrassment. Her grip around his neck tightened with her resolve. "I really—" Her eyes paced between his— "really—" She kissed then licked his bottom lip— "really do, Inuyasha." His hardness lurched against her belly again and the sensation made Kagome's lips twitch. She relaxed her forehead against his, breathing in the warmth of his sandalwood, deepened by the heat of his body from arousal. "What does that say about me?" she added with a soft little self-effacing laugh.
Inuyasha's eyes crinkled beneath his smile. "It says I'm real fuckin' lucky, that's what."
Kagome's small laugh became a bright chuckle as her hands cupped his shoulders and she leaned away to gaze into his face. Silence fell upon them for a few seconds as their eyes darted and raced back and forth, examining the others.
Inuyasha was first to break the silence. But not before he leaned forward to press a tongue-tinged kiss to her swelling lips. "I gotta grab somethin' from the other room, Kagome. I'll be right back, okay? Promise me you won't change your mind once I'm back. I'm not runnin' away, I promise."
Kagome nodded, her cheeks pink, as her hands fell from his neck, to his shoulders, to his thighs as she gave him room to stand from the edge of the mattress. Inuyasha turned from the doorway to watch her rise to her feet and then sit herself down where he had just sat. The warmth in her face pooled in her stomach from the lingering heat in the bedspread from Inuyasha's body.
When his lips spurted into a boyish smirk, Kagome dramatically rolled her eyes and flapped her hand at him in a farewell gesture. "Just hurry up, would you?" she answered.
Inuyasha's barking laugh echoed throughout his hallway as Kagome watched him disappear into the other bedroom. After a few nerve-wracking seconds where she tried to tell herself that Inuyasha didn't decline her offer of a blowjob, just rather postponed it, Kagome fiddled with the hem of Inuyasha's t-shirt. Her eyes followed the motions of her fingers as her mind spun.
He didn't want to come first—that's what he meant by that draw first blood comment, right? Clearly, she would need to accommodate his masculine ego and pride by allowing him to give her pleasure first. Well, okay then. That just meant Kagome needed to spur him on to get his hands on her. But she didn't want to leave it up to him for fear of him taking a glacial pace. She didn't want to leave him time to regret, to stew, to fester, to change his mind.
She needed to encourage him to be bold, to be brave, to make her his, so she could make him hers. And then they could complete the mating bond and become each others.
With a long exhale, Kagome replayed all their intimate moments over the evening. Most recently, she seemed to get the most reaction out him from her kisses and her breasts.
Her chin tucked into her chest as she looked down and a broad flush coated Kagome's cheeks and neck.
In an act of bravado or stupidity—she wasn't yet sure—Kagome felt the cooler air of Inuyasha's bedroom greet her stomach as she lifted the t-shirt over her head. She balled her fists in the material and held it in front of her bared chest, feeling her nipples pucker and harden as chilled goosebumps painted her naked torso. Her gaze lay heavily on Inuyasha's hallway, waiting for his return, eager for his reaction.
He seemed to like Forward Kagome. Here's to hoping she does too.
Inuyasha lifted the lid from the second banker box that housed a bunch of random shit of his dad's. Inuyasha wasn't a hoarder by any means, but somehow having four boxes labeled "Dad's shit" made him feel like one.
Every second away from Kagome felt like torture. He could hear her movements in his bedroom, the brush of her clothes, his pajamas, as she moved. The tantalizing call of her cantaloupe and ginger musk from the heaviness of her arousal. His nostrils were leaden with the lingering all-spice of her lust. It was enough to harden his cock to the point of aching, knowing her body was readying itself for him, moistening her channel to take his length and all the energetic fervour he planned to go along with it.
Sloppy. That one word was enough to put a haste into his actions. Kagome smelled wet enough that things promised to get sloppy, and he had zero interest fucking around in a different room from the one she was in. The pungent potency of her wet pussy was enough to make him salivate. She was the juiciest, ripest smelling cantaloupe, and Inuyasha was dying to get her on his tongue.
Holy fuck, that thought made a spark of lust zap right to his balls. His sac tightened and his cock pulsed. All he could think about was the perfect heat of Kagome's mouth and the look on her face when she admitted she wanted to suck him off. The blushing allure in her eye when she boldly sunk to her knees between his legs and undid his belt. Jesus sweet GOD did he want to fuck that mouth.
One thing at a time, jackass, he chastised himself, focusing his attention on his efforts.
First things first, gotta find his dad's stupid journal so whenever they were ready to complete the mating bond—ideally after she climaxed around his tongue and he came in her mouth—they had the words at their disposal. Worse case scenario—Inuyasha couldn't find the journal—he thought he could probably find something online about the words a dog demon would need to bind his life to a humans; after all, the internet had everything. But there was something grossly unappealing about having to trust a random internet source instead of Inuyasha's own dad, who went through his own personal hell to retrieve the words for his sons after his own unmated mate died. With a resolve that made his lungs burn and his heart ache, Inuyasha somehow found a way to think about something other than Kagome's mouth on his dick as he scoured the rest of the box and turned to the next. His dad's journal was here somewhere. Inuyasha was anxious to put some use to that old diary, like he owed it to his dad to use it.
What Inuyasha didn't realize was how long he took to find the journal. He had meant to take five minutes, tops. Next thing he knew, it had been somewhere around fifteen and he was cursing under his breath for leaving Kagome alone that long. Obviously the journal had to be in the last box he checked, number four of four—fucking typical. Inuyasha eyed the worn, scratched, and faded dark leather bound book with bleached and frayed parchment pages. The call to open the book and see his dad's handwriting, hear his old man's voice in his head as Inuyasha read his words, was a strong pull.
And he probably would have taken an extra minute to unwrap the leather strap that bound the book if it weren't for the fact Inuyasha could sense Kagome approaching in the hallway.
He detected her scent getting closer, the radiance and warmth of her ginger and apple—her lust and her happiness—approaching, alongside the potent grapefruit of what he thought was nervousness or frustration—or both. Frankly, he wasn't surprised she came to check on him. If anything, he was a little surprised she stayed in his room for as long as she did. He would've thought she'd come pester him ages ago for taking so long.
He turned when she cleared her throat, the journal discarded and forgotten beside him where he sat, cross-legged, on the floor amidst the banker boxes.
Her head poked around the doorframe, peering in hesitantly. The view gave Inuyasha the impression of a floating head and neck. First, he saw the gorgeous red on her face, the flush of her cheeks and the glassiness of her bright coffee eyes. Then, she stepped into his full view and Inuyasha's gaze fell across her body, appreciating just how goddamn lucky he was to have a mate this attractive. It took him an appallingly long time to register her bare shoulders, the sight of her ovular bellybutton between rounded, feminine hips. The white of his t-shirt, bunched in front of her chest, was held there by pale forearms that looked wan in contrast to the cotton that kept her breasts from his direct sight.
His brain ticked through the motions until his eyes widened with realization. She'd taken off her shirt—his shirt—waiting for him to come back. Kagome had started undressing herself and—
Inuyasha was on his feet, rushing to her. He hadn't meant to be so rough in the way he pushed her into the hallway wall, caging her small, womanly body with his. But her back collided with apartment beige and she gasped with widened, lust-filled eyes that only screamed one word at him: more. One palm keeping that stupid t-shirt in the way, the other found his cheek, her heartbeat a wild, frenetic beat, and those fuck-me eyes were all Inuyasha needed to be spurred into recklessness. His mouth crashed to hers in greedy undulations that had her moaning for him. Fuck, Kagome was all soft curves and plushness. Everything about her was ample, amourous, addictive. Her mouth was hot and silky, her saliva the sweetest nectar to coat his lips and tongue. He growled a sound of appreciation when her scent carried no more traces of grapefruit. Her fragrance was apple-forward with her relief, her happiness, which then gave way to ginger and then extreme cantaloupe, like...fucking creamy cantaloupe. It was probably vulgar how Inuyasha was sucking on her tongue and making her moan but he couldn't help himself. Not when he could smell her dewy, dripping sex and knowing he was the reason she was soaking through her panties.
Would she think him a creep if he dropped his face between her legs just to stain her scent in his nostrils, imprint the smell of her pussy in his lungs?
Probably?
Inuyasha's fingers dropped from her hair to caress long, sweeping strokes up and down her bare arms. With a mind of their own, his palms sought out her waist, and both of them moaned loudly when he cupped and stroked Kagome's naked skin, his fingertips barely grazing the sides of her breasts. God, he wanted to tear that stupid t-shirt away, but she was clinging to the damn thing like a fucking life ring buoy.
Inuyasha laced one of their hands together and brought it over her head, her knuckles and his fingers smashing into the wall. Inuyasha winced, knowing he shouldn't be so rough with her, his delicate, human mate. But Kagome's cantaloupe smell became even more concentrated, and she bit his lower lip, hoovering his flesh so deeply into her mouth that her cheeks hollowed out, and Inuyasha said "fuck it" to holding back. One hand entwined with hers, the other clenched the hollow of her waist, pinning her to the wall. Inuyasha chuckled darkly when Kagome cried out from the way he slammed his hips into her, rolling and rocking against her so she knew just how hard she made him, just how rock-fucking-solid his mate kept him.
"Holy shit, Inuyasha," Kagome whimpered when he pressed hot, demanding kisses along her jaw, nipped her earlobe, sucked down the narrow, feminine column of her throat.
He wanted to devour this goddamn woman.
His mate. His fucking mate.
The love of his wretched, piss-poor, now-drastically improving life.
He stroked his length with sweeping flourishes of his hips and rutted against her sodden heat. He pressed his cock against her with enough force to probably bruise her, but Kagome only gasped his name and clawed at him with one hand like it wasn't nearly enough, and Inuyasha's heart became a double kickdrum. Not enough. He would never have enough of her. He'd be balls-deep in her tight creaminess and it still wouldn't be enough.
Her skin was so fucking soft, so goddamn hot to the touch that he wanted it to brand him. It just fueled Inuyasha on, eager to touch and taste more of her. Holy fucking fuck, she tasted so damn good. Kagome was musky and savoury and fucking melt-in-your-mouth heady.
Her arms entwined over his shoulders, behind his head, and she groaned with disappointment when Inuyasha broke their kiss because he was eager to appreciate the sight of her in an aroused state. Pressed up against her, his chest was doing the job of holding up the t-shirt between them. The asshole that lived inside of him wanted to step away from her and let the t-shirt fall to the floor, just to glimpse the glory of her heavy breasts, even though Inuyasha knew she'd probably yell at him for it. But then again, she was the one who decided to approach him shirtless, so... He couldn't get in too much trouble for not letting her keep her defenses up.
Kagome's lips were swollen, a bruising, deep red that glistened with moisture. Her eyes were wide, shimmery dark orbs that crinkled beneath the weight of her smile. Goddamn, Inuyasha hadn't done anything in this life to deserve that smile. But he knew he'd get an earful if he even broached the subject with her, so he just smirked back at her, his palms caressing her waist.
"You are so damn beautiful." It was out of his mouth before he could even think to stop it.
His heart picked up with nervousness but it didn't even last two seconds before pure joy ruptured over every surface of her. Her bashful, reddened smile lit up her face, and Inuyasha's heart crowed and cock pulsed from the way that lust and (holy fucking shit!) love shone at the forefront of her stare.
Kagome raised her chin at him in that defiant little motion Inuyasha liked so much, and he used the opportunity to place a tongue-tipped, wet kiss to her chin, then a couple more up her jaw.
"Mm," she rumbled, practically purring for him as the back of her head met the wall, "you're not so bad yourself, Inuyasha."
He grinned into her skin. He wouldn't lie that he exhaled a bit heavier as he approached her ear, knowing how it had her sighing and keening for him. His favourite Kagome was a whimpering, wet Kagome. The right-side of his mouth carved an amused smirk into his features as his head lowered to breathe in her scent with a long, deep draw. Fuck yes—a whimpering, soaking fucking wet Kagome.
"Why's your shirt off?" he asked huskily, his lips dragging down the slope of her neck to kiss the peak of her shoulder.
Kagome's hands returned to the fabric to brace the shirt to her breast a fraction harder. Her head recoiled back to the wall, making space so she could look at him. "How come yours isn't?" She sounded as if she was stubbornly fighting breathlessness. Shit, that gruff tone suited her. A hoarse, raspy Kagome was sexy as fuck.
Inuyasha grinned at her sneakily before returning his mouth to her throat, kissing the hollow of her neck. When he nipped her soft, sweet-smelling skin, her responding gasp spoke straight to his swollen cock.
"Why'd you take so long?" Her words were smoky, like she forced herself to speak, desperately clinging to her faculties under the assault of Inuyasha's hot, wet organ on her throat, drawing a lazy trail back towards her ear. His little human mate and her fondness for having her ears sucked and bitten... He'd do anything to keep her purring and mewling for him.
"I needed to find something," Inuyasha said, breathing her scent in so deeply his lungs singed. He exhaled next to her ear, chuckling darkly at her shivering gasp. His claws drew over the rush of goosebumps along her neck, like he could catch them to keep if he tried hard enough.
"Condoms?" The one word was breathy, keening, all kinds of optimistically hopeful. Inuyasha hated that he laughed; he felt a little bad for it, honestly. But there was just something so damn charming about this woman who kept putting her foot in her mouth and guessing incorrectly about shit all night long.
When Kagome's lust-filled eyes gave him a look to reprimand him for laughing, Inuyasha used the segue to grab his dad's journal from where he left it on the floor, when he had dropped it to make out with Kagome in the hallway. Inuyasha returned to her quickly, holding up the journal in answer. Her delicately narrow eyebrows creased into a frown as she took in the book, and Inuyasha couldn't stop himself from placing a kiss at the junction of her eyebrows and nose to soften the pout.
"Those're in the bedside table on the left, top drawer," he whispered against her lips with a smirk. "Next to the lube and handcuffs."
Kagome flushed and turned her eyes away. She bit her lip like she wanted to say something, but she stayed silent. Instead, she avidly watched Inuyasha lace his fingers between one of her hands. When she chanced a peek at him, he grinned at her broadly before tugging her away from the wall and leading her into his bedroom. Inuyasha shut the door behind them. Turning back around, he found Kagome's eyes already on him, her gaze batting between the journal in his hand and his face. She clutched the shirt to her chest like a lifeline.
"What is that?" Her eyes hovered on his dad's journal.
"You said you wanted to mate me?"
Her frown deepened with confusion. "Yes..." she answered, her head falling to the side as she apprised the book. Fuck, she's so cute. "Is that some kind of...instruction manual, or—?"
Inuyasha laughed again, unable to keep the distance from her any longer. His arms wrapped around her biceps, his fingers burning when the pads came in contact with her naked shoulder blades. The initial coolness of her skin—from being pressed up against his hallway wall—turned into a heat that scalded his palm when he attached his skin to hers. Kagome sighed softly beneath his touch, her eyes falling closed as her forehead met his shoulder. She stepped into his embrace. It was only a heartbeat until her head was tipping back and her lips were on his neck. The contact of her smooth, soft mouth and quick kisses made his balls tingle.
"Why's your shirt off?" he said again into the side of her head, her hair sucking in all the heat of his breath.
Kagome sighed a slow exhale. "I wanted to surprise you."
Inuyasha smirked. "But I took too long."
"You took too long," she seconded with a bob of her head.
"You coulda put it back on, y'know. Done a surprise round two."
She snorted a weak laugh. "Yeah, I know."
"Why didn't you?"
At some point they embraced fully, arms entwined and chests together, and jointly decided without a word to linger at the end of the bed. Kagome's cheek rested above Inuyasha's driving heart and his cheek nested on the crown of her head. She lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug, the t-shirt ruffling between them. "I was committed by that point."
Inuyasha was the one to snort now. His claws stroked a tender, grazing path up and down her back, the pads of his fingers occasionally brushing her answering goosebumps. "Stubborn much?"
"Hopelessly," she scoffed in reply. "But you already know that." She peered up at him to cast him a playful sneer. "You better get used to it, Inuyasha. You get the rest of your life to enjoy my stubbornness."
"Oh please," he simpered, rolling his eyes, "I'm way more stubborn than you."
"Oh yes," she conceded teasingly, her timbre dropping to a mocking octave. "You're so stubborn that you most certainly won our kitchen argument and I'm packing up my things and abandoning you forever as we speak."
Inuyasha gagged a scoffing sound before grunting at her. "Watch it, Kagome. I'm not the one whose modesty is dependent on a flimsy piece of cotton that can easily be ripped away."
She gasped, her head snapping up to leer at him. "You wouldn't dare."
Inuyasha inserted a hand between their bodies, his fingers rustling past her bellybutton to give the bottom of the t-shirt a few playful, light tugs for emphasis. Kagome yelped in response and jerked away from him, her arms grasping at the white cotton to hold it in place.
Inuyasha sank onto the mattress with a hearty laugh. "I won't lie," he said, his lips tipping up with a broad smile, "I kinda like you bein' like this, Kagome."
She turned to look at him, giving Inuyasha a glimpse of her bared back, right arm, and stomach. His mouth dried hungrily at the sight. Her eyes narrowed playfully. "What do you mean? Shirtless?"
"Forward. Kinda ballsy," he corrected with a breathy laugh. "I really like that you're tryin' to seduce me."
She huffed through her nose before taking a hesitant step towards him. Her eyelashes fluttered and lips parted, and heat coiled at the base of Inuyasha's spine. "Is it working?"
"The woman I wanna spend my life with is half-naked in my bedroom, super willin' to blow me, and smells eager to fuck me? You kiddin' me right now, Kagome?"
Her cheeks ignited in an endearing pink as she lowered herself next to him on the bed. Following a deep breath, Kagome leaned her head against his shoulder. Her ginger and all-spice scent became more cantaloupe forward again, meaning she liked what he said, meaning her hot, wet core was slickening for him in that exact moment. All sorts of lewd thoughts made a shiver run up Inuyasha's spine. He burrowed his lips in her hair to distract himself from how badly he wanted to throw her down on the bed and fuck her.
"I smell eager to fuck you?" Her voice was small and hesitant sounding, which made Inuyasha smile into her hair.
"I can smell your arousal," he breathed, brushing her bangs from her forehead and planting a small kiss there. "I like it a fuckin' lot. I like knowin' that—"
Kagome's lips were on his, stealing his words and his breath and his attention on anything but her pliant softness. As her tongue prodded at his lips for entry and began stroking his in long sweeps, her hot palm pressed to the centre of his chest and Inuyasha felt himself being urged to lay back on the bed. Her pressure was weak and honestly a little pathetic, but Inuyasha liked the premise of Kagome wanting him horizontal on a bed, so he didn't remotely fight her. He let her think she pushed him down onto the bed. Then she squeaked when he gripped her bicep and tugged her on top of him.
Inuyasha's legs were still on the floor, Kagome's upper torso on his. With a shove, Inuyasha pushed them both further up the bed, clambering with all limbs except for one, since his right arm was busy holding Kagome to his chest so she came along with him. In the middle of the bed, Kagome half straddling him as her body lay flush with his, her blush deepened and Inuyasha grinned, cupping her cheek.
"You blush a lot," he acknowledged, which just seemed to make her crimson go a shade darker. "Don't feel bad, Kagome," he said, his voice lower, "I like it."
"Yeah?" Her eyes bounced between his, jumping down to his lips. When she saw that he caught her staring at his mouth, she turned away, licking her lips.
Inuyasha kissed her neck, pausing for a deep draw of breath to appreciate her scent. Then, when her eyes fluttered closed, he kissed her cheek. "You really wanted me on my back, huh?"
Kagome blushed. She lay down flat on Inuyasha's chest, releasing her grip on the t-shirt to bring her hands to rest beneath her chin. She sighed happily, her body relaxing into the grooves of his when Inuyasha ran his palm in long strokes up her spine. "Is this okay?" she asked, peering up at him beneath her thick, dark lashes.
Inuyasha chuffed. "My mate wanted to lay in bed with me. Why wouldn't it be?"
She shrugged. "I dunno—seemed kind've presumptuous and forward of me to assume that it's okay to touch you like this. Making you lay in bed with me."
"Kagome," Inuyasha said softly despite her name being an obvious chastisement. "You're not makin' me do shit, alright? I want to be in bed with you. And you can touch me any which way you want."
Her eyes flicked to his, crinkling with a smile. "Really?" When Inuyasha nodded, she seemed to find a wave of bravery to ride on because Kagome didn't waste any time slipping her slim fingers beneath the hem of Inuyasha's t-shirt.
She stroked a slow, exploratory path up his stomach, diverting to swirl ovular patterns over his waist, pushing up to map the ridges and hollows of his chest. Minutes passed with nothing but her palm pressed over his heart, feeling the hectic beat that Inuyasha willfully tried to calm with measured breaths. Kagome pushed up onto her elbows slightly to better touch him, and Inuyasha ravished the sudden glimpse of her clavicle through her curtain of ebony hair, the upper swells of her breasts, ballooning from how she was pressed up against him. "So, you're saying this is still okay?"
He nodded, his palm cupping her shoulder to make slow, caressing motions in a tight circle. "You can take it off if you want." The little gift of seeing some of her chest clearly did a number on him. His voice was gruff, gravelly, thick with lust. Inuyasha cleared his throat, trying to make it seem nonchalant.
"Your shirt, you mean?" He nodded again and Kagome blushed. "Uh—um...I think—"
Inuyasha sneered. "You seriously took your shirt off but are nervous about me seein' your tits, Kagome? How the fuck does that even make sense?"
"Inuyasha!" She bristled as she sat up, holding the discarded white t-shirt to her chest. The length of her leg was still pressed against him. "You don't have to be crude about it."
Inuyasha snorted in response and reached behind his head, gripping the material of his t-shirt behind his shoulders and tore it over his head. He tossed the bunched up cloth to the floor then lay back down, an arm propped behind his head. Kagome looked like she was having a hard time swallowing as she looked at him. Her cheeks were that adorable shade of reddish pink and there was a bit of grapefruit back in her scent, but she was still very gingery, which made Inuyasha think it wasn't a bad nervous he was picking up from her.
Her eyes circled and ravaged every scrap of skin on display. The grooves and divots of his well-defined muscles, the swell of his bicep from how he perched his head on his forearm. When Kagome gulped noticeably, Inuyasha's eyes feasted on the vertical draw of her throat and, without thinking, he grabbed hold of her hand and brought it to his chest. Her touch lingered on his pectoral, where he held her palm, for a moment before her fingers twitched like she wanted to move, so he let her go. Kagome's touch was fragile, hesitant, but soft and warm. It took a full minute before her fingertips turned into her full fingers, turned into her using her whole hand to feel him.
She was a curious little thing, his mate. Bashful but prone to stubborn bursts of boldness. Nervous and timid but surprisingly courageous when she had a point to prove.
Inuyasha admired the shit out of her.
He also loved the shit out of her.
Her hot palms followed the lines of his muscles, caressing and stroking non-patterns across his upper torso. Her nails scraped the veins in his biceps and forearms, the prominent tendons in his neck. Inuyasha watched her face the entire time, marveling at the way she stared at him, watching her fingers work, like he was a work of art.
"You really are beautiful, y'know."
Kagome blushed, her eyes snapping to his. She looked like she startled, almost as if she forgot Inuyasha's head was attached to the chest, abdomen, and arms she'd been fondling. "Thank you," she said softly.
Inuyasha grinned and reached forward to cup her jaw. "C'mere," he muttered, tugging her down. Kagome yielded to his pressure like a flower in a soft breeze. When her body was nestled back against him, his fingers were in her hair, cradling her head and drawing her to his lips in a consuming, greedy kiss. They were a flurry of tongues, teeth, and panting breaths. When Kagome popped off his lips for a respite of air, his mouth claimed her neck in a series of unslakable kisses and plunging, yearning licks.
Inuyasha felt the humming moan in her chest before it dragged up her throat and burst to life as a gasping whimper. "I need you to promise me something," she breathed against his temple, kissing him after she spoke.
"What?" he said against her jugular.
"I know you've encountered a lot of unkindness in your life, Inuyasha, but promise me you'll try to remember that goodness exists out there. There are humans who aren't uncomfortable with you; there are demons who don't hate you—like that couple we ran into at the restaurant—and there are humans who love you."
Inuyasha slowly rose to meet her eye, one eyebrow propped up with confusion. "Why're you tellin' me this?"
She cupped his face with one hand, her thumb sweeping the hollow of his cheek. "I know it's easy to expect awful things when that's all you've encountered, but I just want to make sure you are very, very aware that you and me could never be awful, Inuyasha, because I was made to be with you. I was born to complement your strengths, overcome and alleviate your weaknesses, and to love you exactly as you are and are meant to be. The universe decided to give me to you as a solstice present," she said with a giggle, leaning forward to brush his nose with hers. "It's in my blood to want you, to love you, to need you. Please don't forget that, okay?"
Despite the fluttering sensation in his chest and the warmth coating his cheeks, Inuyasha tried to scoff as if he wasn't completely struck by her words. "You sayin' you need me, Kagome?" His hands slid up and down her biceps while her palms slid back and forth over his traps.
Her eyes dipped down to appreciate the chiseled leanness of his chest and the half of his abdomen she could view around her own body. "I do, Inuyasha. I do need you."
Inuyasha led with his chin to press his lips to hers gently. "You're really serious about completing the mating bond with me." It wasn't a question. Maybe it made Inuyasha an idiot for thinking the two of them could deny something that had been specifically made for them by the universe, but it took Inuyasha an embarrassingly long time to accept that Kagome wasn't just full of shit, saying the things she thought he wanted to hear.
Kagome kissed Inuyasha deeply, moaning when his tongue plunged between her lips to flick and fondle hers. "I really am," she whispered against his lips when he finally pulled back. She tightened her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts into his chest.
Inuyasha exhaled heavily through his nose, closing his eyes for a moment to get his bearings. He opened his eyes to the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and she was looking at him with this bewildered smile like she felt lucky to be here with him. How the fuck did this happen? How the hell had he landed this angel for a mate? "We've already swapped saliva," he said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "We still need to exchange blood, and I need to mark you with my scent. Then there's just the words that we—"
"Mark me with your scent?"
Inuyasha cleared his throat. "We need to—that is—I mean—"
"Oh, does mating really require having sex? Is that what you mean?" Her cheeks were pink too.
He laughed uncomfortably. "In addition to the words that formally link us, to complete the bond, we gotta exchange saliva, blood and...uh, my cum."
Kagome's cheeks went from flamingo to strawberry in record time. "Oh. Oh! So you'd—"
"I need to come in you, yeah." Inuyasha turned his eyes away, feeling like a jackass for getting flustered. Leave it to Inuyasha to become a teenage idiot from talking about sex with his own damn mate.
Kagome's eyes flashed with nervousness. "B-but, I'm not on anything! And I don't want kids right now, and—"
"Kagome, it's fine—it's okay. All of my cum'll get absorbed into your system; it gets used up for the bond, so it won't—" He flushed and looked away from her wide, flushing eyes— "You're not fertile right now anyway. I'd be able to smell it on you if you were. But you got nothin' to worry about regardless. You won't get pregnant."
She blinked at him like she was slow on the uptake. "I won't—?"
"Just the first time, at least," Inuyasha added, blushing. "Even though you're not fertile right now, if we fuck more than once tonight then—"
"Yes, condoms, definitely," she interrupted with an endearing pink brushing the bridge of her nose and spreading. "I don't mind going on the pill, Inuyasha. Y'know...for longer term considerations."
Inuyasha nodded. "Yeah, that works for me. I can't imagine you'd wanna have any kids with me period so—"
"Hey," she said sternly, tugging on his neck so he met her gaze, "I didn't say I don't want your kids, Inuyasha. I just don't want kids yet." She smiled at him, snuggling into his side where she lay mostly on top of him, the t-shirt still just loose between them like a semi-barrier. "Let me enjoy having you for at least a few years first, okay?"
Inuyasha blinked at her like he didn't know what he was hearing. "R-Really? Kagome...you can't be serious... You don't seriously wanna have my—?"
"Yes," she laughed, interrupting him with a kiss. "Yes, I'm serious about this, Inuyasha. I'm serious about you. Enough to go against my instincts and let you come in me without any form of protection."
Inuyasha huffed through his blush, kissing her forehead. "I promise, Kagome, it's—"
"I know," she chuckled teasingly, "and it's fine. I'm just being dumb because I'm nervous."
For some reason, that little remark was really endearing to hear. It made Inuyasha feel a lot less flustered and nervous himself. "Yeah? You nervous to mate with me?"
Kagome looked thoughtful as she nibbled on her bottom lip for a few seconds. Inuyasha contemplated leaning forward and stealing her lip right out from under her teeth. "It's just...I really want you, Inuyasha. I'm nervous because I want to make sure I do this right, y'know? You've had over a century to think about what bonding with your mate will be like. I want to make sure that this is—that I am—"
"Kagome, there's really not much you could possibly fuck up. It'll be fine." He ran a hand through her hair, cupping the side of her face. "Besides, this is already turnin' out to be the best night of my life and we're not even mated yet, so you don't gotta worry about that either." Her eyes shone with the threat of tears as a smile carved its way up her face. She kissed him as she sputtered with laughter. Inuyasha broke the kiss to stare into her eyes. His voice was reserved when he spoke next. "You really do wanna be my mate, don't you?"
Kagome huffed a facetious laugh. "I mean, I was only created and programmed by the universe to be yours," she teased. She leaned forward and kissed him, her lips lingering against his for longer than necessary before she smiled at him. "But yeah, I do. I really do, Inuyasha." The way she arched her back to kiss him had her breasts pushing further into his chest, and Inuyasha's hardened cock responded with an eager lunge, swatting her in the hip. Kagome giggled, tucking her chin to press a trail of kisses along his jaw, down his neck. "I want you too," she breathed against his Adam's apple.
When Kagome moved her hips against him, and her musky cantaloupe flavour reached his nostrils, Inuyasha gripped her tightly, his eyes falling closed as he groaned her name.
"Is there an order we have to go in?" she asked, surfacing from his neck. "Like blood before...the other part? Or can we—?"
Inuyasha raised an arch eyebrow at her, his one cheek tugging up with his smirk. "You askin' 'cause you're eager for me to fuck you, Kagome?" She didn't answer him verbally, but the blush that bloomed across her cheeks, nose, and down her neck was enough to trigger a guffaw from Inuyasha's mouth. He leaned forward and kissed her breathless. "It often happens at the same time through a bite."
"A bite?"
He nodded. "I'll bite you, swallow your blood, and then you'll bite me and do the same."
Kagome winced. "That sounds...painful."
Inuyasha shrugged. He had a high tolerance for pain but he didn't want to boast about that right now when he could sense her anxiety about him biting her. "That's why it's recommended to do it during, well, sex. Sure, fucking me could be a distraction from any pain, but if I get you hot enough you could even like it." He winked at her. "We could make a masochist outta you yet, Kagome."
Any nervousness in her faded and a roguish smile bloomed from her sinfully full, pretty, dick-sucking lips. "Is that so?" she huffed, narrowing her eyes. "If you get me hot enough, huh?"
Inuyasha beamed at her, his palms rubbing coarse streaks up and down her back. Just as Kagome was leaning forward to capture his mouth in another kiss, he cupped her backside, squeezing her ass to the point his fingers indented and probably caused a lick of pain to shiver up her spine. Kagome shrieked a yelping little mewl in response, her hips bucking against him. Kagome sneered at him, taking a moment for her eyes to pace back and forth between his challengingly.
"Alright, fine," she said.
"Fine?" he echoed with a lone, raised brow.
"Fine," she repeated with a bob of her head. Reaching between their bodies, Kagome bowed her back to create enough space that she could whip the white t-shirt out from between them. When she pressed her full, naked chest against Inuyasha's, she hissed a gasping breath and he growled with pleasure from the heat and fullness of her breasts searing his skin. Her eyes met his and she smiled daringly, snaking her arms around his neck. Tilting her face towards him, leading with her chin, she sneered and said, "Do your worst, Inuyasha."