InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Prophecy ❯ Chapter 8

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Inuyasha was waiting for her? Well, would be? He wasn't supposed to be back for another month but…She ran her brush through her hair as she stared in the mirror. He was right. No one knew how much she was starting to crave human companionship. She was around demons day in and day out. All she wanted to do was sit and have a normal conversation. To actually have control of her life. She rarely saw Sango. She was deprived of human friendship. Even more so, human make friendship.

She stood and left the room and took to the stairs that led up into the highest part of the castle. Entering the isolated room, she saw Sesshomaru out on the balcony, just as she knew he would be. Closing her eyes she purified the Jewel and turned towards the massive bed at the end of the room. She was starting to feel…more reluctant each night. She shouldn't. She lifted her head as Sesshomaru approached.

"Did you fuck her on the bed?" She was blunt. There was no other way around it. She knew if he had taken Kagura on the bed she would burn the bed. She would never lay on it again.

"No."

Her heart leapt in denial as she climbed onto the bed. Her body followed suit because she didn't want to feel his body on hers. She wanted something else. Someone else. She didn't understand it. As she felt his muscled body settle over hers she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. She tensed as she felt him probe between her legs and then thrust. Her body wasn't ready and it hurt but she took him because she had to. Her fingers curled in the bed sheets as she felt his steady thrusts. She lay there, trying to ignore the feel of him as he speared into her over and over.

"You so sure about that, csitri?" His voice came out of nowhere in the depths of her mind. "If you lean any further back, you're going to end up breaking the back of the chair." She remembered his voice. The annoyance she had felt as they had bickered. And the amusement. His voice eased into her mind, drawing her mind away from the man slowly thrusting into her body.

She had glanced up at him. "Then move."

His response had been one word. "No."

"What?"

His smile had been wicked, the curved, sharp canines glistening. "Did I stutter?"

She opened her eyes as she felt the familiar, hot wetness splashing inside her. He'd finished already? Or had she been so lost in her thoughts? She stared at the wall as she felt the heavy drag of his shaft leaving her body and then he was gone. She didn't move until the door clicked shut. She rolled off the bed, wincing at the feel of the wetness trailing down the inside of her thighs. It was bothering her more and more. She should want this—crave it. Sesshomaru was her Mate. But she wanted a male humans company more than his, wanted another male demons company more than his.

She froze at that, staring across the room. Oh God, she preferred his company to Sesshomaru's. Even more than Inuyasha's. It didn't make sense. How could she prefer another males company over her Mates? She didn't understand. She had liked talking with Inuyasha but she still thought about him. Why, when all they did was go up against each other? Every time she saw him he was always trying to plant a kiss on her or way to close. But something about the way they argued, the way she found him amusing…

How could she find his sadistic attitude so preferable to Sesshomaru's calm one? She covered her face with her hands. When had she started to like him? The moment she had set him free her life had been turned upside down. The Prophecy was in no danger but the thought that she liked him was enough to send her heart racing. It complicated matters.

Why couldn't he have been her Mate? She knew she would want for nothing where he was concerned. The way he looked at her was enough to heat her body, to have her heart pounding. And that, from just a look. She wondered if she could have had what Sango had with Miroku if she had been with him.

"Oh God." Her eyes flew open at those forbidden thoughts.

How could she be torn between three men? No, she didn't love any one of them but she was attracted to two of them. And they were all brothers. All brothers…Her head snapped up, confusion in her eyes. Sesshomaru had said he only had one brother. Inuyasha had claimed the same thing. As had he. But the other two said they had no other brothers…Something clicked in her mind. She remembered when she had seen Inuyasha. The full moon. The resemblance.

"You bastard." She breathed out. Inuyasha was a half demon. No wonder Inuyasha and he had so resembled each other. They were the same person. He'd lied to her but as to what cost, she didn't know. He'd made her believe that…He was even more arrogant than she had given him credit for. How dare he?
Inuyasha leaned back against the huge trunk of a tree, his arms crossed against his chest. It was pitch black but he could see perfectly. His ears twitched as he heard the sound of footfalls. Kagome. So she'd come after all. He moved away from the tree and turned and far off he saw the gentle glow of a lantern. "Dammit, woman." He muttered. That light just wasn't going to do. It would give away his white hair. He grinned and took to the trees. He wasn't above scaring the hell out of her. He moved so fast he was a blur before he dropped out of the trees in front of her.

He heard her gasp from the abrupt movement. "Hey, it's me. Sorry." He should probably be saying more but he didn't know what to say.

He could see her perfectly in the darkness, even if she couldn't see him. She inhaled hard, the look on her face twisting into one of shocked anger. Damn, did she even realize how beautiful she was? Why was she mad? He hadn't even done anything yet. He grinned. Yet. He was smart enough to know he was going to do something sooner or later to get her mad.

"Sorry? You're sorry? I highly doubt that. How dare you?"

He frowned. How dare he what?

"Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out? What kind of game are you playing—?"

He lurched back as she lifted the lantern towards his face, the gentle glow cascading over his features. In doing so he saw her face much more clearly. She was angry and shocked. Why—

"I knew it."

He heard her whisper and winced. Things were going downhill. This was not how he'd planned on meeting her tonight, nor the way he had planned for things to go.

But he had no idea how wrong he was in assessing the situation.

"I knew it." Kagome whispered again, staring at the familiar features that should have been human. Instead, they were that of half demons, completely identical to Inuyasha's. "Who naïve do you take me for? Did you think I would fall for you so easily if I thought you were human?"

She was throwing insults at him, her voice carrying on. Then a few of her words caught him. She knew. He didn't know how she could have come to the conclusion but her next words confirmed it.

"You are Inuyasha."

His eyes narrowed when she lifted her hand and then he felt the burning sting on his cheek, heard the resounding echo of the slap. A muscle in his jaw ticked as he stared down at her.

Kagome didn't understand why what he'd done infuriated her so. It shouldn't. He'd lied, in a way, yes, but she didn't…understand it. "You—" She pointed her finger at him. Oh God, he'd made her admit that she had liked the "human". Oh, how she made a fool of herself. He'd stated that she liked Inuyasha and when she hadn't denied it a second time…How smug he must have felt, knowing he had that over her, knowing that he was Inuyasha. Her palm itched to slap him again. Why did he play these games? How dare he? She lifted her hand again.

And he caught it before it had even made it halfway to his cheek. His long lean fingers curled around her hand, halting the movement. "You slapped me once. I allowed it. You won't get a second."

The lantern pitched the ground as she lifted her other hand and just like that he caught it, too. She jerked at her hands but he held tight. "Find some other human, Inuyasha. I'm already Mated—"

Something small inside him snapped at that word. Mated. His eyes narrowed. "He's not your Mate." He snapped out. He refused to believe it because he knew Sesshomaru wasn't her Mate. It just didn't fit. Everything about the two proved otherwise though. She bore Sesshomaru's Mark and she was Mated. He still didn't know how he knew but he just did. But she was not Sesshomaru's Mate…somehow…she wasn't.

"Are you mad?" Kagome stared up at him, disbelief in her eyes. Of course Sesshomaru was her Mate. Was he so jealous that he would state the impossible? "Sesshomaru is my Mate." If he wasn't then they wouldn't have been able to Mate themselves to one another. Inuyasha, as a half demon, would know that more than she.

"No, he's not." Inuyasha ground his teeth. "I can prove it." It didn't make sense that he would make such a claim. He'd seen the mark on her shoulder. But he didn't give a damn.

"You can't prove what's not real."

"It's real alright. He's not your Mate, Priestess." He dropped her wrist and hooked his thumb in the top of her kimono and tugged one side off her shoulder, exposing the Mating mark. His thumb smoothed over the raised edges of the mark. It was a half moon, standing out starkly against her pale skin. He didn't like knowing that Sesshomaru had bitten her—knowing he'd taken her body at the same time—locking his teeth inside her and then pulling away to let the wound slowly reseal…His lips curled into a silent snarl.

"You really are insane—"

"I can prove it."

Yes, he'd said that already. But she knew he couldn't prove Sesshomaru wrong. She'd witnessed the Mating first hand. The Prophecy had stated what would happen and it had. Sesshomaur had been one of those four men and he'd made his claim. "No, you cannot—"

"Kiss me."

He cut her off with those two words. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. How naïve did he think she was? She was not going to kiss him. She already knew him well enough to know that that was exactly what he wanted—and more. "I will not—"

"Kiss me." He said again. "And I'll prove it. You'll respond and that alone will be all the proof you need. If he was your Mate you would want no one but him." And Sesshomaru wouldn't be with that Wind Demon. "You know it as well as I do."

"He is my Mate." Kagome stated again.

"Then prove it." He wanted the kiss but not only because he wanted her, but to show her what he knew to be true. There was no way she would be able to deny it. He knew nothing would come of this kiss—he would enjoy it, yes—but nothing would come of it. Not right now.

Kagome didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having her kiss him but she'd be damned if she didn't prove him wrong. "Fine." She closed the distance between them and placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned up on her tiptoes and slid her lips against his. His lips were soft—but she'd proven her point. She hadn't felt anything. She curled her fingers into the red clothing on his shoulders before releasing him. He stared down at her, the look in his eyes unreadable.

"I told you, didn't I, Inuyasha." It wasn't a question.

The look on his face was impassive, his eyes so deep an amber they seemed to glow. But all he said was, "That wasn't a kiss."

She balled her hand into a fist to keep from slapping him again. "Yes, it was and I didn't feel anything. I told you, He is my Mate."

"No, he's not. That kind of kiss won't prove anything."

"That kind of kiss…" Kagome drew back, unsettled. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. Inuyasha wouldn't let it be. He just kept staring at her—waiting for her to come to that conclusion. And she did. "Fine." She hated the way her heart sped as she stepped forward again and moved her hands over his shoulders again. But she'd prove him wrong. He had to be proved wrong. She stared up at him. Waiting. But he did nothing. She cleared her throat. "It would help if you leaned down…" And kissed her.

He shook his head. "No, you'll make the first move. You kiss me. I'll follow your lead." He would prove it to her but she had to make the first move. The furious look in her eyes fueled the fire in his blood. It took everything he had to just stand there. He wanted nothing more than to take her to the ground and take her body—over and over—to prove just how wrong she was in thinking Sesshomaru was her Mate but he knew he couldn't go down that road. Not yet.

Kagome stared up at him. The bastard…She should say no. She should flat out refuse. Why didn't she? "Bastard." She whispered before she leaned up on her tip toes again. She pressed her lips against his again and then pulled back. "I can't. I'm a great deal shorter than you, if you hadn't noticed."

"I noticed." But he didn't change expression. "I already told you." Inuyasha said softly.

Her eyes narrowed at the refusal in his words. He wasn't going to make this easy for her. Damn him. How was she going to do this? But she knew. And hated it. She lifted herself higher against him but in doing so had to align her body against his, cloth covered flesh against cloth covered flesh. She ignored the hot flash in his eyes, the look of triumph and moved her arms higher, wrapping them around his shoulders to give her better leverage. "I hate you." She whispered, keeping up on her tip toes much more easily as she pressed her lips against his again.

He remained unmoving against her, his hot eyes staring into her own. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see him and moved her lips against his, sliding them softly. She hated him, she truly did, more than she had ever any other emotion because she knew what kind of kiss he wanted. One that he was sure would prove…She flicked her tongue against his lips and immediately they opened. She nearly jumped when she felt the answering slide over his tongue over her lips but it was no more than that. She realized that he was doing as he had said. He was doing no more and no less than she was.

She pulled back slightly and opened her eyes, meeting the soft glow of his. "I hate you." She whispered before leaning in again and sliding her lips over his. His lips opened against at the light pressure and her tongue slid into the hot, heated cove of his mouth. Her fingers curled, nails digging into her palms at the dark taste. But he only went as far as she did, his tongue sliding over hers when she nudged his. His taste was addictive and dark, like the forest surrounding them. She jerked back, her eyes meeting him. How could he do this to her? Damn him, she couldn't do this by herself. "Damn you, kiss me back." She whispered.

Something flashed in his eyes, the amber darkening to a deep hue. His finally moved then, his hands sliding down to the small of her back and he hauled her tighter against him and her feet left the ground. His head slanted over hers and the kiss exploded.

He was wrong, Kagome realized. He had said that he would follow her lead but she didn't even have control of the kiss for him to follow. He had it all.

The kiss wasn't like any of the others before—none. She had never experienced anything like this. His lips slanted over hers and her thrust a hand into her hair, fisting the silken strands. His tongue thrust into her mouth, taking control and possession. It was nothing like what she had done. She had been gentle in her innocent kiss but this, he was sinful. He kissed her hard, taking her mouth over and over with his tongue, bruising her lips. She sank against him, her knees buckling from the sensual onslaught. Oh God, she had never known a kiss could be so hard, so decadently sinful. There was nothing innocent about it.

She moaned into the kiss, her hands sliding into his hair, tangling in the long strands. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, leaving her moaning in his arms before allowing her to pull back, to return the kiss. This time she followed his lead, lost in what he was doing. She was nowhere near as experienced in kissing as he was but the way he made her feel, she might as well have been. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, curling around his, taking in his heated taste before he was dominating her mouth again with his intoxicating kisses.

His hands dipped lower and then curled around her ass, hauling her up against him. His hands squeezed, cupping her flesh and she jerked away, her head falling back. Her lungs took in the fresh air as his head dipped, his open mouth and tongue sliding over the length of her neck.

"Kagome."

She barely heard the heated whisper. All she could hear—feel—was the dangerous feel of his mouth on her skin, his mouth leaving a hot trail down to the slope of her shoulder. His teeth nipped her skin and she jerked in his arms slightly.

"Kagome…"

She heard him again, the seductive sound of his voice. His lips gentled on her skin and she realized he was kissing the mark on her shoulder before his lips followed the damp trail back to the base of her neck. His tongue slid over the pulse in her neck, stroking the pounding pulse there.

"Kagome…" Inuyasha whispered again and when she didn't respond, he bit neck gently.

"What?" She finally whispered.

"How do you feel?"

How did she feel? That was a stupid question. His teeth nibbed her flesh again when she didn't answer. "Hot." She gasped out.

"Hot? Is that all?"

What the hell did he want her to say? "I don't know."

She felt him shift against her and then his mouth was moving back up, teasing his way back up her neck. Her eyes slid open as his hands cupped her face. One of his thumbs slid over her swollen lips. The look in his eyes was fierce. His eyes met hers, keeping her face level with his. "Really?" He murmured, tilting his head slightly. His eyes moved over her face, searching for what, she didn't know.

"He's not your Mate, Kagome."

The words were low and soft, his eyes deep set, refusing to let her look away. Horror filled her eyes as she started to pull back. Realization set in as she realized what she'd just done. Remembered why he had wanted her to kiss him in the first place. But through it all, he'd known what he was doing. Denial rose up.

His hands dropped back down, cupping her ass again as he jerked her back against him. He lifted her and walked them back until her back came up against a thick tree. "No—"

"Don't you dare." He snarled. His hands moved lower and then he was cupping her thighs, his fingers squeezing the softness through her clothes. He lifted her legs and stepped between, efficiently pinning her between him and the tree. "Don't you dare." He snarled again. He didn't understand where the anger came from or why, or the veracity of his feelings of what she was denying. "He's not your Mate and you know it. No—" His hand fisted in her hair again. "—and now you know it. Don't you dare deny it. I won't let you deny it." His gut clenched and then his heart followed. "Not when you kissed me like you did. The way you feel in my arms, your scent and your taste, it drives me crazy. I won't let you deny it."

He wasn't even aware of the words he'd said. Dammit, how could she still think Sesshomaru was her Mate? After that kiss—she'd moaned, moaned, in his arms. He was kissing her again. He couldn't help himself.

Kagome moaned as his lips took hers again. She moaned in denial, trying to block out the haze of pleasure. She didn't want to think that he'd been intent on proving something to her, that the kiss had been nothing but a means to an end of something he wanted. Didn't he understand that she had no choice? That Sesshomaru was her destined? His tongue took possession of her mouth and then she was kissing him back.

"Tell me you're his Mate when you feel this."

His right hand shoved between their bodies and then cupped her between her legs, pressing high and hard against her. She stiffened, crying out from the abrupt move.

"You want me, Kagome. If you were his Mate you would have been disgusted by my touch. But you want me." He removed his hand and then rolled his hips against her.

"I want you." He whispered through clenched teeth.

And she could feel the hard length of him pressed against her stomach. Thick and long and so hot, throbbing clear through his clothing. "Inuyasha, he is my Mate." She said softly. There was no way around it. She felt his growl before she heard it and then he was kissing her again. His lips slammed down on hers, his tongue curling around her own in a kiss so hot that she arched in his arms.

How could he do this to her? It shouldn't be possible. It wasn't possible. She could feel herself sinking further into his embrace, returning the kiss. His hands clenched on her ass and then he thrust up against her. She moaned, her nails digging into his skulls as he rocked his cock against her. She could feel him clear through her clothing—he was that powerful, his body hard—huge. He kissed her harder, forcing more on her, forcing her to take more as he repeatedly rocked his hips against hers. He held her tighter against him and then moved her against his hips, back and forth, grinding her body against the ridge pressing up through his pants.

Oh God, it felt so good. Her body flared hot, her lips burning where he kissed her—where she kissed him back. Something flared up from the center of her body, burning her insides. It shot up, flowing to the spot where they were connected. The energy was burning hot—but not hurting—so that she braced her hands against his chest, her eyes flying open. She could feel the desperation in her body, deep down and in her mind's eye she could see the bright light forcing its way up from her body towards their lips. Her mouth tingled, burned and she felt the light—she jerked back, tearing her lips from his, struggling to breathe. For a moment, a mere second, she had seen the bright light—power—flaring between their lips as she jerked away. It had been so quick that she had to have imagined it. She had to have. The thought sent terror racing through her.

She sucked in a sharp breath and pushed at the grinding of his hips, her eyes panicked. "Please." She whispered and felt tears gathering. "Please, let me go." He stilled, his hips pressed tight up against her so that she could feel the burning heat of his cock against her. But he didn't let her go.

A sob rose up. "Please—"

She would have fallen if he hadn't grasped her arms as he pulled away so suddenly, keeping her up. She could hear his harsh breaths, panting. But she didn't look at him. She turned without a word and took off towards the Castle—running as if the devil himself were on her heels.
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