InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Songs About Rain ❯ Mate ( Chapter 11 )

Sesshomaru followed behind Jamila, trying to keep up the anger that had been boiling over a moment ago and found himself feeling only confusion. “Jamila…”

She glared over his shoulder and shoved open her bedroom door and waited for him to go inside. Silently he stalked past her and she slammed the door. “Sesshomaru, let me make one thing clear to you.” She said and stood close to him glaring up at him. “I am here to be your mate, not just a woman in your house.” She could feel the strength of his presence this close and she tingled at the call of him. “We are to be mated and if you do not start with your courting, I will take things into my own hands.” She grabbed him by the back of the neck and pressed her lips hard against his.

He resisted only momentarily then wrapped his arm tight around her back lifting her firmly into him. He kissed her back with a passion that made the cat in her purr. She stepped back and his eyes flashed red as he looked at her and she felt hers flash in response, “Are you finally ready?” She asked huskily. He growled his agreement and grabbed her top and yanked the back snapping apart as he ripped it off her. She growled in pleasure and pushed the top of his outfit off. She pressed her lips to his chest her claws making quick work of the tie of his pants sending it falling from his hips. He pulled on her own pants and his claws pricked her skin sinfully. He pulled her close to him as the last shred of clothing fell to the floor and growled his appreciation as her skin burned against his. She took a moment to study him before grabbing his neck and pulling his lips to hers. He was pure masculine beauty; hard muscles and sharp lines beneath satin skin and silky hair.

Sesshomaru studied Jamila as she stared at him and felt a kick in his gut at her dark beautiful skin and hair. Perfect curves beneath the perfect face made her a sight to behold and he reached out with a soft hand and trailed his claws down her side. He growled and pulled her against him her skin burning silkily against his. “Mate.”

She growled in return and dug her claws into his back and pulled him down onto the bed. “Mate.” She agreed. Her claws bit into his back as she held him closely to her and ravished his mouth with her own. Her blood was boiling beneath her skin and she could feel his passion rising to meet hers. She could feel him pressed firmly into her thigh and the fire flared as she arched up desperate to feel him. She gasped when his claws touched her chest and growled when he removed his claws. “Touch me…” She begged. She'd never felt this…this burn before. She was hot and tense, restless, wanting to touch him and him to touch her.

He grabbed her legs and pressed them apart, her legs spread wide to his gaze. He growled when she tried to pull her legs back and held them down. “Stay.” He barked at her. She was for his pleasure and he meant to take his fill. She made a soft meow in her throat but held still when he began to kiss down her throat, her meow turning to a purr.

Sesshomaru's eyes flashed with lust when she began to purr and moved his hand to the soft skin of her upper thigh. He could feel her quiver and nipped playfully at her chest causing her to arch toward him again. Her breasts were pressed to his mouth and he took full advantage sucking and nipping her left breast while her hands gripped his hair tightly. He moved his hand to her slick folds and slipped a finger into her.

Jamila's eyes shot open, no longer the gentle emerald but a harsh lustful red as her mate touched her sinfully. She growled pressing against him and thrusting him away from her. He landed on his legs preparing to launch at her and she grinned. “Let's play doggy.”

He gave her a wicked grin in return. “Run fast kitty.”

Jamila launched herself out the window and into the trees. Xanthus saw her go and the streak of silver that was Sesshomaru and grinned. “Finally.”

Jamila barely made it to the hot spring a mile away when Sesshomaru tackled her sending them crashing beside the hot waters. She growled turning under him and digging her claws into his shoulders as she pulled him roughly into a kiss.

His fingers gripped her hair roughly and pulled her head back baring her throat to him. “On your hands and knees.” He ground out getting to his knees.

Jamila purred softly, unaffected by his demands, and loving the sharp lust she smelled from him. She was an unmated female and so a virgin but she had been chased by men and immortals before and they had acted as if she was a flower, as if she would break beneath them. She was a demon, one to be feared and her desire flew to new heights at Sesshomaru's understanding of her strength. Sesshomaru was a strong man, but he was honorable. She saw him with Rin and knew that if he thought her weak, he would treat her as such, even in moments he was out of control. She crawled to her hands and knees and looked tauntingly back over her shoulder at him. His eyes were dark with lust and he knelt behind her positioning himself before shoving roughly into her. Her head flung back as she cried out in pleasure and pain. He leaned down to her lying flat against her and reaching around to take her breast into his hand. “Like this?”

She purred as he began to move inside her. “Yes!” She gasped out when he thrust hard and fast. “Next time…I want on top.”

Sesshomaru growled approvingly as she moaned beneath him. He could smell the lust and her pleasure building as he pounded into her over and over. He changed position seeking out a different angle in her and finally found the one he wanted. It caused her to cry out sharply every time he pressed into her heat. He moved hard and fast feeling her clench around him as her pleasure built.

Jamila was flying when he hit the spot inside her. She could feel the burn getting brighter and brighter as he moved within her. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and her own cries, driving her higher and higher until she felt something within her snap, she screamed his name as the orgasm hit her, her muscles clenching around him. “Sesshomaru!!” Her arms collapsed and her breasts and face pressed into the cold grass as she panted.

Sesshomaru felt a smugness when he saw his mate so exhausted with the pleasure he gave her. He leaned down and kissed her nape softly and growled into her ear. “My turn.”

Jamila grinned and turned swiftly tackling Sesshomaru so he landed flat on his back. She straddled him and trailed her claws down his chest. “Oh mate you don't know what your asking.”

Sesshomaru leaned up on his arm. “Show me then.” He challenged sliding back a few feet so that a tree held him in his upright position.

Jamila crawled along on top of him as he moved and when he settled she settled on top of him pulling him back into her. Her eyes drifted closed as the passion rippled through her once again. She felt his hand grip her waist roughly and she began to move. She rose up and dropped down feeling him hit deep inside her. She forced her eyes open to watch Sesshomaru as he thrust up against her with each move she made. He opened his eyes and met hers as she felt her pleasure build to breaking point. With a last thrust she ground into him and pressed close to him, her fangs biting hard into his shoulder.

Sesshomaru could feel her passion building and felt his own release coming closer. Her body was engulfing him and the heat of it was winding him tighter and tighter. Sesshomaru could feel his demon growling in ecstasy at the feel of his mate moving over him and pleasuring him. He was almost to his peak when he felt her come and the clenching of her muscles as she came sent him tumbling after her and he bit viciously into her shoulder when she brought it to him marking her as his own mate. She collapsed against his chest, her eyes sliding closed. Sesshomaru growled his approval of her and stood clutching her close. Within seconds they were in their bedroom and Sesshomaru pressed a kiss to her new mark as they settled to sleep.

The next morning Sesshomaru sat up suddenly and put his hand to his head digging his claws into his hair trying to still the pounding. He couldn't remember much of last night except that Jamila had smelled so appealing and angry. He looked down to the bed beside him and was surprised to see the soft skin of Jamila as she lay curled against him. On her shoulder was the mark of his mating, a small mark in the shape of the crescent moon. He touched it gently and a tingle ran up his arm. Jamila turned over and rested her head against his side in reaction to his touch.

For a moment he couldn't move, he couldn't figure out what exactly it was that had happened. He pulled away from her and walked to the window to gaze out. The sun was over the horizon but only by an hour or so. Yesterday…it must have been yesterday, Kagura had come with hundreds of demons and Hakudosei and Jamila had caused him to flee.

Jamila sat up a moment later and her eyes met Sesshomaru's. “Stop questioning it Sesshomaru.” She remarked standing and tugging her clothing on.

Sesshomarus eyes narrowed on her. “What?”

“You…your questioning how it ended up the way it did. Stop. It is our fate Sesshomaru.” She said and leaned toward him pressing her lips to his. “Is it that bad?” Sesshomaru said nothing as she left and she smiled slightly to herself. Energy was flowing through her, hot and ready to be used. She whistled and Fatima charged out of the stable and to her side. “Want to go for a run?”

Fatima neighed and reared tossing her beautiful head and Jamila laughed and pulled herself onto Fatimas back and they darted out of the yard and into the skies.

Sesshomaru stared out his window and watched as Jamila went off. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen; something bad. His mother had been slightly psychic and he knew that it was possible for him to get flashes but he refused to give into the feeling. He turned from the window and missed the flash of white in the trees outside.