InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pack Mate ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha…. Kouga, Sesshaumaru, or Miroku. Sigh, well that's just depressing…

For Rogue aka Emmie1. She was trying to tell me something, I'm sure it was important, but all I heard was Kouga and furs. From that, smut was born. By the way, I'm still waiting for my chocolate dipped Inuyasha.

A/N: This is an old fic as well that I never got a round to posting here.

Pack Mate

She walked fluidly up the mountain path, smiling confidently as the sea of wolves parted to clear her way. They knew an alpha female when they saw one and they knew better than to challenge her. Some of the older females snarled as she passed by, but they fell silent when her cool spring green eyes passed over the offenders. They may have wisdom, but she had the strength of youth.

She brushed her shining auburn hair over her shoulder as she continued further up the trail, leaving behind the lower dens and heading for the lair at the highest summit. She raised her finely boned face to the sun, soaking in the warm rays that drenched her. She inhaled deeply, scenting the mix of new born blossoms and the musk of wolf spore. His scent was strongest here, his mark was on everything.

She paused outside the cave entrance, straightening her clothing and smoothing her white fur. With one last glance at the blue sky, she walked into the shadows of the earthen den. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting and instantly she found the reason for her long journey. He stood at the back of the cave, near a small fissure that water streamed from, and pooled into a natural basin.

Her breath quickened when she realized that he had taken off his breastplate to wash his bare chest. She watched in fascination as his muscles rippled beneath his bronze skin. She could hear the splash of water as he bent down to bath his face in the flow. He stood straight, shaking his head, ruffling his mane and spattering droplets everywhere. She cocked her head to the side as he reached up, taking the band from his forehead and freeing his long raven hair from its binding. It fell in a straight twilight wave down his back, without a single snarl, and she felt a moment of jealousy at his lustrous locks.

Her fingers curled at her sides, and she itched with the need to reach out, and touch his hair just to see if it was as silky as it looked. She must have taken a step towards him, though she couldn't remember doing so, but a clatter of rock jolted her from her reverie. He spun around on his toes, instantly crouching down in an attack position. He moved gracefully, his speed amazing even to her. His piercing, crystal blue eyes locked on her smaller form, and she couldn't stop the pain that stabbed her heart when they narrowed with annoyance.

"What are you doing here Ayami?" He curled his lip when he said her name, and she could see a flash of ivory from his fangs. Her breathing became even more strained with a mixture of anger and desire. She wanted to feel those cruel lips on hers, not dismissing her like some love sick puppy.

"I have come to declare my intention." Her voice dropped down into a husky whisper that was completely unlike her. Her eyes darkened from a light green to a darker jade as her youkai blood grew more predominate.

Kouga's glittering eyes slit as he considered the girl before him. No, she was a woman now; it was clear by cut of her armor that accentuated all of her curves. The pitch of her voice sent shivers down his spine, and he crossed his arms over his chest to stall his natural instinct to respond to the blatant invitation in its depths.

"Oh, what intention is that, girl?" He sneered, wanting her gone immediately. Her presence complicated things, and he could not have her mucking up his plans.

"To claim you as my pack mate. It is my right as the superior female of both clans." She stepped closer, unclasping her short cloak, and letting it flutter to the ground. Her blood began to heat as she watched his muscles bunch across his chest and his biceps bulge when he crossed his arms. He would be hers at all costs. She was willing to play dirty to have him.

He watched her green cape float to the floor, and he fought the urge to take a step back. He steeled his will, reprimanding himself silently as his gaze hardened. He would not give ground to this female! He took a deep calming breath, but instead he was bombarded with her alluring scent. She was in heat, her prime. She was ready to claim a mate and she had chosen him. A small voice in the back of his head told him that she was right. Of both clans, she was the strongest bitch and he was the alpha male.

"I have already chosen my mate. It will be Kagome." Kouga growled warningly when she took another step forward. He had decided that the miko would make a better mate. Although she was human, she was powerful, and she could sense the Shikon no Tama, making her extremely useful to him. He had declared his intent, and he would not be denied.

"Then I will challenge her and when I defeat her in battle I will have you." Her eyes glinted dangerously.

He was upon her in a whirlwind of fury. His claws dug deeply into her upper arms, drawing blood as he pulled her up against him, glaring into her large eyes. She fought to keep her face impassive, but inside she was crowing with victory. How easy it was to get into his arms, now it was only a matter of time before she turned his embrace from anger to passion.

"You will not go near Kagome! Do you hear me Ayami?" He shook her slightly for emphasis, viciously ignoring the tiny flames that ignited in his blood at holding her so close to him. Her scent was getting to him. He had to get her out of his lair as quickly as possible.

"What does that female have that I don't have? I am by far more powerful in battle than her. She is nothing but a human that has some holy power." Ayami cringed on the inside. Kagome had been nothing but kind to her, and she regretted her biting insults, but she would have her prince. She would not concede her prize to another woman.

"She can sense the jewel and I need the shards for my pack." He huffed down at her, completely distracted by the glittering of lust in her beautiful eyes. He felt dread knot in his stomach when he saw those eyes narrow with malicious intent.

"Donkey piss!" Kouga raised a finely arched brow at her expletive. "She travels with that dog of hers, and collects the shards for him. She has already chosen her mate, yet you persist in chasing after her!" she exclaimed in an exasperated growl.

He snarled down at her, and shook her like an unruly puppy, frustrated at her words. What she said was true, but he didn't want to accept them. He already knew Kagome was lost to him, but there was still a chance as long as the miko remained unmarked.

"Go back to the mountains where you belong, girl." He expected her to jerk away from his rough handling, but instead she melted against him, brushing her breasts against him in a not so innocent caress. Unconsciously, his chest began to rumble, initiating the vibration that females seemed to enjoy.

"No." She whispered as she arched closer to him, her fingers skimming over his ribs and sliding into the waistband of his kilt. He shuddered at her soft touch, his eyes rolling back before he gained control of himself.

He wrenched away from her, and pulled her by the arm towards the exit. Although she was a fighter in her own right, her strength was feeble compared to Kouga's. She dug her heels into the hard, dirt packed ground to no avail. Finally, in a desperate bid she reached out, snagging the hem of his kilt and ruthlessly yanked on the material.

There was a terrible rending sound as the cloth gave way, leaving a deliciously naked male bare to her greedy gaze. Without looking at her he dropped her arm, unable to grasp the fact she had actually done something so bold, so unpredictable. He stood in a pool of sunlight, just meters from the exit, his skin gleaming gold.

She took a step back, ignoring the waves of anger ebbing out from Kouga, and instead her eyes scanned down his back, passed his furry tail to the tight flesh of his rock hard buttocks. Her tongue darted out to slick over her pink lips, and her pulse raced as liquid desire unfurled in her belly.

Slowly, he turned to face her, watching as her tongue moistened her already dewy lips. He smirked as her eyes widened when their view changed from his backside to his thick smooth erection. He had been trying to hide his growing lust for her, but now it was impossible. Her cheeks reddened, and her gaze flew up to his, catching sight of his sinful grin.

"Now you're in for it little girl." His voiced poured over her like molten lava, and she instantly forgot how to breathe. She saw the promise reflected in the depths of his sapphire eyes, and she suddenly felt afraid. She backed up, but he stalked towards her, matching her step for step. She was brought up abruptly when she met the solid rock wall behind her. She gulped when he hemmed her in, placing both hands on either side of her.

"Kouga, I..." He silenced her words with a brutal kiss, meant to punish not reward. Her petal soft lips shredded against his fangs, and she tired to squirm away from him, her fear skyrocketing. He broke away, licking her blood from his lips, his eyes turning dark with licentious promises.

"What? Isn't this what you want?" His tone was menacing with its primal intensity.

Without thought, her hand lashed out to slap him forcibly across the cheek, and his head whipped to the side, his long, black hair partially obscuring his face. They sat like that for untold minutes, both barely daring to breathe. Kouga desperately tried to rein in his anger at the small female trapped before him. How dare she invade his lair, pawing at him like he was a worthless peasant whose only purpose was to service her. He licked his lips again, her taste imprinting itself on his tongue. Her flavor was intoxicating, strong, like eye-watering sake, and he wanted another deep drink.

Ayami stared at some distant spot over his shoulder, trying to sort through her rampaging emotions. She was angry over his cruel treatment of her, but she also wanted his lips on her again. She took a shuddering breath. She could not allow him to scare her away. She would have what she came for, one way or another. She would not leave this den until she was well and truly mated.

She reached out a shaking hand, lightly placing her palm over his heart. The heat of his flesh nearly scorched her, and she didn't miss the shudder that ran through his body when she touched him. She ran her hand up his smooth chest, a soft moan escaping her as his soft hair brushed over the back of her arm as she laced her fingers behind his neck. He turned back to stare down at her, increasingly aware of the intimate way her body was pressed up against his.

"I want you." Her velvet whisper flowed over his skin, tickling his senses. He clenched his eyes shut, resisting to urge to take the one last step that would nestle his throbbing erection against her wetness. He could smell her need, her desire that was practically dripping down her thighs.

"I can't. I am pledged to another," he stated through gritted teeth, rearing away from her, only to be brought up short by her persistent grip on the short hairs at his nape. A very effective deterrent for boys of all ages. His eyes shot open, and he growled down at her. She arched towards his vibrating chest, locking her jade eyes with his sapphire ones.

"You were pledged to me, before you were to her. You vowed to me under a magical moon. You dare to dishonor yourself, by ignoring an oath witnessed by Her benevolent gaze. Lady Moon would never forgive you." With every sentence she wound her fingers tighter into his hair, binding him to her in an unbreakable hold. She drew him closer, her words becoming whispers of air feathering over him.

"We are blessed by the Mother." Her tongue darted out to slide against his upper lip, pleading for entrance. His lips parted at her prodding, and she leaned her delicate weight against him fully as her tongue slipped inside his mouth. He didn't respond at first, his mind desperately trying to convince himself of the validity of her words. He had pledged to her first, and by his honor he had to abide by it.

He wanted Kagome because she could strengthen his pack, but he felt no real desire for her. She was powerful, and she shone with an inner goodness that attracted him to her, but that was all. She didn't awaken any feelings of lust or desire. He wished to protect her like he would a sister, and he would kill anyone who dared harm her, but the will to dominate her as a real mate eluded him. If he had truly wanted her, he would have taken her from that mutt long ago.

When Ayami had appeared suddenly he had felt such a whiplash of desire that he had nearly fallen to his knees with need. He was overwhelmed with the urge to protect and shelter her from the foul taint of the youkai that attacked. He tried to tell himself that his instinct was born from his duty as prince and the fact he had known her as a child, but he knew deep in his heart that was a lie. He wanted her. He needed her. He would have her. His lips crashed down on hers, taking control of the kiss, and fanning the flames of their desire.

He sunk into her, allowing himself to brush against her. He snarled at the rough touch of her clothes against his aroused flesh. He rained fiery kisses over her jaw, and down her neck, while his claws made short work of her remaining clothing. Soon her pale body was naked and writhing in his arms, and he purred with delight. He gathered her up, and carried her over to his sleeping pelts.

Ayami sighed as the soft white sable caressed her back. She could not believe the riot of sensation that rushed her from all sides. The insistent tug of Kouga's mouth on her painfully erect nipples, his musky scent that was only his surrounding her, and the sound of their raspy breathing pounding in her ears. She delved her fingers deep into his midnight hued hair, so black that it was almost blue. She reveled in the sensation of the cool, silky strands cascading onto her heated body.

He scorched a wet path down her body, licking at the undersides of her breast while his thumb teased the other pert pearl. Her skin was smooth and milky, unlike any other females he had ever seen. She tasted like summer raspberries dipped in cream, and he could not get enough of her. He traveled down over her midriff, chuckling as she began to mewl like a newborn cub while tugging on his dark hair. He parted her long legs, his fangs scrapping across the inside of her thigh. Her scent was strongest here, and he had to resist the urge to attack her ravenously.

Her thatch of auburn fur hid her most precious jewel from him, and with gentle fingers he probed her core. She hissed and bucked against him, nearly screaming with pleasure when his tongue slicked against her swollen flesh. She reared up, her delicate claws scoring his shoulders, drawing blood. He ignored her actions, laving her with the single minded intensity of a man at a last feast. She began to keen brokenly in the back of her throat as she thrust her hips up to meet his greedy mouth.

He felt her release before he tasted it on his tongue. Her entire body clenched as the spasms rolled over her. He lapped up her juices as her body arched off the soft furs and she flung her head to and fro, her auburn hair covering her eyes. He slid his body over her heated flesh, dominating her completely. He brushed her hair from her eyes, looking deeply into her jade depths.

He lowered his mouth to hers, allowing his black hair to fall around them in a dark curtain. His tongue delved into her satiny mouth as his hard length slid into her velvet passage. She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his hips, meeting his smooth, even thrusts. Her arms wound around his neck, holding him tightly to her, and bringing her breasts closer to muscular chest. Instinctively, he growled, reveling in the feel of her body clenching in response to the vibrations. Every brush of his hot flesh against her nipples caused bolts of white-hot lightning to spark under her skin, setting her world ablaze with longing.

He groaned as he sunk into her. She was so tight, so perfect that it could only be heaven on earth. She rocked against him, matching his rhythm in an age old dance of need and want. Every thrust brought him more pain, more pleasure, the ultimate torturous ecstasy. His hair fell around them, shrouding them from the outside world, leaving them alone together, only a man and a woman and nothing else.

He felt the ripples in her body again, heralding the coming of her climax. Her head arched back, baring the slender column of her neck to him in submission. With a primal growl he leaned forward, his fangs sinking deeply into her vein, drawing her essence out of her and into him, marking her for eternity. Her entire body quivered around him and she wailed as the dam of passion broke over her, sweeping her away in a tidal wave of pure, perfect bliss. He drove into her, frantically seeking his own goal. He released her from his bloody bite, the cords of his neck straining as he moved over her.

Unexpectedly, he pulled away from her, and she snarled in frustration at his exodus. His tanned hands tightened on her ribs, and he tucked his knees under him. The muscles in his arms bulged as he pulled her up against his wide chest while he kneeled on the warm furs. He held her suspended in the air over him, his strength barely even straining under her weight. Her eyes locked with his as she looked down at him, her auburn hair cascading wantonly over her ivory shoulders, and against her flushed cheeks. Her emerald eyes glittered with passion, and his breath caught as he gazed at her beauty. Her smooth brow creased, and he could see a flash of annoyance in her bright eyes that caused a smile to quirk on his full lips. She mewed lightly in the back of her throat, a soft feminine reprimand for ceasing her pleasure.

His slight smile grew into a wicked grin, and her eyes widened at the sight.
Slowly, with great care, he lowered her down to impale her on his waiting shaft. Her fiery heat seared him as she slid down his length, inch by agonizing inch. Her hands flew up to grasp his rounded shoulders, her claws flexing against his tight skin. Her head dropped back, and her hair flowed down her back to tease the tops of his thighs. He buried himself in her to the hilt before raising her up to thrust into her again. She rode him expertly, her muscles tightening around him in a silken torture.

His muscle laden arm encircled her waist, bringing her closer to him, inhaling as her scent invaded his senses, driving him wild with the need to possess her. His hands slid over her slender back, enjoying the silken feeling of her skin. Her head dropped, nuzzling the crook of his neck as he moved inside of her.

He gasped when he felt her small teeth break through skin, drawing his own blood in a complete circle of ownership. The lava that boiled in his veins erupted and his eyes rolled back until he saw blue flashes of light. He threw back his head, and howled his victory to the heavens as the fires of ecstasy erupted violently. In the distant he heard his mate add her call as her own pleasure washed over her yet again.

All of his strength trickled out of him, and he collapsed onto the furs, pulling her next to him. They laid there a moment, allowing themselves to reclaim their breath. Kouga's eyebrow began to twitch as Ayami's tinkling laughter echoed through the cave.

"What's so funny wench?" he growled.

Quick as a minx, the mountain wolf pinned the lowland prince beneath her. Her cool spring eyes sparkled down at him, her face was lit with a happy smile.

"You're mine now," she proclaimed triumphantly. Kouga's sapphire eyes narrowed, and he gracefully flipped her onto her back, his strength returning in response to her challenge.

"No, you belong to me." Her eyes flashed with humor at his wholly male reply, and he growled as his lips descended on hers, claiming her as his mate once and for all.