InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Lies ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

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

She’d never imagined kissing Kouga would be so hot. He wasn’t slow. He took her mouth hard, his lips firming over hers until one hand was cupping the back of her head. She wanted to hate him for kissing her—she wanted to hate him for tasting like sweet, melted dark chocolate. She drew in a heavy, shuddering breath that was trapped between their lips and then moaned, jerking her head to the side as guilt rose up.

Her chest heaved as she drew in breath, felt the hot press of his lips against her cheek. “I-I can’t.” Her heart felt heavy as the hand at the back of her head moved down, cupping the back of her neck. His fingers tightened but he didn’t force her head back again; his fingers moved, massaging the tense muscles there. Kagome could feel the tears pricking at the back of her eyes as she pressed her forehead against his chest, felt the thunder of his heart.

Guilt rode her in waves. She loved Inuyasha but she’d just let Kouga kiss her and that had not been one of those small pecks she’d given Inuyasha. And she knew exactly why she felt guilty.

It was only natural that she’d be attracted to Kouga—at least a little. He didn’t look bad. God knew he had a body that the girls in her would be all over in an instant. Hell, if any woman was being kissed by a man who looked like him, knowing he had the Strength of a God, er, Demon, they’d want to melt all over him, too.

That was natural.

It just wasn’t fair that she’d be in love with another man and be in another man’s arms. And Kouga, damn him, he knew the effect he had on her. If she was prone to using foul language she’d probably speak her mind, but she wasn’t. It just wasn’t fair that he’d use that against her; much less her feelings for Inuyasha. Maybe he’d let her—

“You promised, Kagome.” Kouga whispered against her ear, his cheek pressed against hers as if he knew what she was thinking.

He wasn’t letting her out of this. She could purify him and leave. Or she could scream. Would Inuyasha hear her—

His teeth closed over her earlobe and her eyes flew open, a shiver racing down her spine. “Kouga—“

“Just stop thinking for a while, ok?” Kouga barely refrained from biting her again. He wanted to do it again, but not on her ear. He could feel the tension in her body, smell the hint of guilt that radiated from her but there, barely there, he could smell something far sweeter. He was a bastard and he knew it. But dammit, she’d promised him. God knew he wanted her. And if this was the only way…She’d walk away in the end but at least he’d have something to remember her by. Something to keep in his mind, a memory, as the years wove on.

But he wouldn’t have her unwilling. He refused to have her like that.

He kissed his way down her shoulder, damming those weird clothes of hers. Oh, he liked those…er, pants? They didn’t cover her legs and when he’d picked her up, they’d felt so damn soft in his hands. Before the night was through they’d be wrapped around his waist.

“Lay down.” Kouga whispered, one hand settling on her waist and the other on her shoulder. When he felt her tense up beneath his hand he shook his head and smiled tightly. “Not yet.” But he did wish yet. “You’re too tense…just trust me.” He saw her head jerk in a nod in the darkness before she finally sank to her knees with him and when she would have laid down he shook his head and turned her over on her stomach.

“What…” Kagome brought her arms up beneath her, half rising on her elbows as she glanced over her shoulder at him. The fire light played off his face, giving his skin a golden glow that played over his chest—his bare chest. Oh God, he’d taken off that fur armored plate. That was another thing Kouga held over her. Why did he have to have those tight, rock hard abs?

“You’re too tense.” He said again. Kouga rose up and straddled the back of her thighs, leaning partially against her. But he was careful, very careful, to keep from brushing his body down against hers. It wouldn’t help matters if she felt just how much she was affecting him right now. He smoothed his hands up her back and over the strange material covering her from him before he flatted his hands over her shoulders. His thumbs smoothed over tensed muscles before pressing deep, his palms mimicking the movement.

He cupped his hands over her slim shoulders and kneaded, moving inch by inch. And Kagome sighed. He smiled. His hands slipped down, moving over her shoulder blades before each hand spread out, moving on either side of her spine. His thumbs dipped, pressing along each vertebra. He heard that sigh again as his hands pressed again, kneading back up and then moving lower.

Those hands of his were magic. God, they felt so good. Her eyes slid closed as his palms pressed over her back, forcing those tensed muscles to relax into nothing but watery tendons. “Kouga…”

“Hmmm?”

She wanted to say thank you but she couldn’t quiet muster up the strength. A massage had never felt so good, not even in her time. Inuyasha sure had never offered to do this. Her eyes slit open as she felt the tips of his fingers dip beneath the hem of her jacket and shirt, grazing warm smooth skin. He didn’t pause though, if anything, he moved slower. The tips of those fingers pressed into the small of her back before moving up and then she felt the contrast of his hot hands and the feel of them as they had been between small layers of clothes.

This—this was much better. His hands pressed flat against the small of her back, moving up till his hands were covered in the material of her jacket and shirt. They moved higher, the edge of his palms digging into each side of her spine so that she arched beneath his roving hands. He paused, just for a second, when his fingers came in contact with the back clip of her bra before moving up. His hands smoothed back down, following the path they’d first taken when he could go no further because of the clothing.

His hands pulled her up slightly, tugging at her sleeves and then the jacket was sliding off her arms. She heard the faint sound of it being tossed somewhere. And then his hands were back, smoothing and sliding back up her languid body beneath her shirt. Instead of going over the back of her bra, his hands started to push up beneath the material before he stopped. She felt the sharp edges of his claws slide over her skin, over the lacy material as if he was thinking. But never once did he scratch her, leave a mark on her. One finger traced over the material and she didn’t doubt he didn’t know what it was. But then, as if by accident, he tugged on the clip and then his hands were free of the binding material.

He paused again before his hands continued that sensual onslaught over her body. She could go to sleep to this.

“You ok?” Came his low reply.

Kagome barely managed a nod. His hands were magic. Kouga smiled tightly. She was almost limp beneath him now. And her skin was so damned soft. He couldn’t get enough of touching it. There was nothing, no scars, no deformities on her body. She was beautiful. Each time he moved his hands up, her shirt followed, catching on the back of his hands so that her back was bare to him. When he brought his hands down again, he gently raked his nails down her back. She arched beneath him and he felt that damn shiver that raced over her body.

Kouga slid his hands down, barely managing to keep them from straying lower over her ass. He stopped and then let one hand slide back up, taking the folds of her shirt up with it. He leaned down and kissed the small of her back.

Kagome forced her eyes open but she couldn’t move. She swore her body was molded to the ground, already attached to the addicting feel of his hands. Her body was languid beneath his lips as they moved up, following her spine. And his lips felt just as good as his hands had been. She knew when his forehead brushed up against the bunched material of her shirt because he moved down again but this time when he followed the trail back down, his tongue led the way. It was hot and wet.

His hands cupped her hips as he reached the lowest part of her back again and then his hands were sliding back up again, massaging again. But they kept going, taking the folds of her shirt up as they went. He lifted her slightly and then for a few seconds her head was encased in the material before it was whisked over her head. Her throat went dry and her heart kicked into gear but then his hands were on her again, pushing her back down.

“Relax.” Kouga whispered.

His hands took up that bone melting rhythm again, pressing into her muscles, kneading them and if his words didn’t work, his hands sure enough did. She couldn’t stop the throaty whisper that came out. “That feels good.”

Kouga chuckled, cupping his hands over her shoulders—finally—without that damn shirt hindering him and kneaded the muscles there. “You’re welcome.” At least she’d talked to him. She hadn’t stopped him from removing that piece of clothing. Whatever the hell that other piece had been, it was still trapped beneath her and the straps were wrapped around her upper arms. He didn’t care, as long as it wasn’t in his way.

She was so boneless beneath him, her body languid that she could feel herself slipping off to sleep but every time she did his lips would follow the path of his hands. Every time they’d follow her spine, up and down…His hands slid down her sides from behind and then up and over her arms. One of his arms came to rest beside her head and then she felt him move over her. Half of his weight settled over her thighs and then she felt the bare muscles of his chest settle over her back. And then his lips slid over her shoulder.

She shuddered, couldn’t stop the involuntary way her fingers curled. His lips slid over the slope of her shoulder, teasing her with their softness as they moved back and forth. She knew he had fangs and she could just imagine him sinking them into her flesh.

Oh God, where had that thought come from?

Her eyes flew open as he wrapped his arms around her body and then rolled them over. She felt the abrupt shift, felt his chest against her back and then she was staring at the rickety ceiling of the cave and the shadows playing off it. He’d trapped her arms against her chest, keeping his folded over hers. He hadn’t made a move to move her hands. His arms were warm, keeping her against him. His mouth latched onto the spot where her shoulder met neck and sucked. She sucked in a sharp breath. His mouth was hot but what she felt against the small of her back was burning.

“Don’t move.” Kouga tightened his arms, his tongue sliding over her neck where his lips had just been. “Just…feel, Kagome.” He wasn’t going to let her go. Not now. She’d never come to grips with what was happening unless she accepted it. It was there and fuck, but he could smell it coming from her body. She wanted him. If only a little—she wanted him. He was throbbing beneath her, his dick spike hard. He rolled his hips up, letting her feel the throbbing length through his furs and her short pants.

He curled his fingers over her wrist, his arms scissored over hers before moving them further and covering her hands with his own. He wanted to kiss her so fucking bad but he stopped himself. Barely. Kissing her was a weakness for them both, one that made her feel guilty.

Her breasts were right beneath their arms. He could feel the swell of them on either side of his arms. God, he wanted to see them. “Don’t move…just feel.” He nudged her head to the side again until he felt her neck go slack and finally fall to rest back against his shoulder. Her heart was pounding, he could feel it through both their arms. His lips moved over her neck until he came against her pulse. He kissed it softly, laved the skin there with his tongue. And all the while she lay there against him but he felt each shift she made, each inch. It was agony. Sweet, delicious agony.

He rubbed his check against her neck and then released one arm and slid his hand up, cupping the top of her head before brushing back her hair. He freed his other arm then and glanced down. He could see over her shoulder. See the up thrust of her breasts beneath her arms. He nearly groaned.

His hands slid down, settling over her stomach, his fingers splaying wide. Kagome’s throat convulsed as she swallowed, staring up at the ceiling. His nails scraped her stomach but he was careful not to hurt her, that much was clear. She felt so small compared to him. His hands nearly spanned her entire stomach. Her mouth went dry as she lay against him, his heart a steady beat beneath her, his cock a throbbing reminder against her back. She waited, expecting his hand to dip low but instead they began a slow ascent upward, sliding over her ribs.

His fingers butted up against her arm where they covered her breast. He moved them over her skin, teasing the fine hairs that covered her arms. And then she felt the steady pressure as his hands dipped under, sliding beneath her arms. She inhaled as she felt the tips of those fingers slide over the curves of her breasts and then…her eyes slid closed as she felt his palms slide over her nipples. His hands cupping her breasts.

They fit into his hands perfectly. Kouga swore. He weighed her breasts in his hands—something he’d only dreamed, only imaged he’d get a chance to do. And they fucking fit his hands perfectly. The lace of that sheer piece of cloth covered the back of his hands as he squeezed softly, felt the stab of her nipples against his palms. He kissed the slope of her shoulder again as he shifted his hold and slid a thumb over her nipple and then squeezed it.

Her scent rose higher.

Kouga’s eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head and he cupped her fully again, squeezing, kneading. He nearly groaned at the bit of sound she gave. She wasn’t even doing anything and she was driving him crazy. He rocked his hips up again, rolled them against her ass. He knew she felt him and he made sure of it. He freed one of her breasts but kept the other locked in his hand, squeezing, as he fisted his hand in the back of her hair again.

Her mind wasn’t working. Everything was centered on the feel of his hand on her. Kagome moaned softly. His claws dug into the sides of her breast, one barely scraping of her nipple—but he was careful, damn him—he was careful not to hurt her. If anything, those claws teased her. She’d never felt anything like this. It was hot, it left her skin hot where ever he touched her.

“Ah, fuck, Kagome, I can smell it.” Kouga groaned out suddenly, his voice rough beneath her. His hand released her hair and before she even realized what he was doing his hand was sliding down her body. He didn’t even touch her, it was fast, his hand burying itself beneath her shorts and between her legs. She cried out and it was an automatic reaction on her bodies part that closed her thighs around his hand. But that only forced his hand tighter against her.

“Fu—“ He couldn’t help it. That sultry scent rose up, teasing his nostrils. He had to feel her. And when he buried his hands between her silken thighs he groaned. She was hot. She was bare. And she was wet. He pressed his fingers against her, her heat, her wetness soaking into his palm. It was only a heartbeat before he thrust his middle finger into her.

Kagome couldn’t muffle the cry that tore from her lips. She stiffened but not from pain, not from fear. She was shocked. His palm rested flat against her, keeping that finger pressed high and deep inside her. His finger felt huge, stretching her. It was more than she had thought it would be. Her body definitely wasn’t listening to her. It wasn’t listening to the guilt that she should be feeling. The pleasure overrode all that. His arm kept her pinned against him with it covering half of her stomach before his hand disappeared into her shorts.

It kept her pinned against him as he moved that finger. Withdrawing it halfway before sliding it back inside.

Words weren’t needed. As if words could be spoken between the two right then. It was amazing that he didn’t hurt her with his claws but then again, he’d never hurt her in all the time she’d known him. He wasn’t going to start now. That finger moved again as he flexed his wrist, forcing it inside her again. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath her.

“Kouga—“

He thrust another finger inside, following the first so that she cried out. His hand began to move slowly, following a rhythm. His palm ground against her pussy, her clit each time he thrust those fingers inside of her. On the next thrust she felt his hips grind up, pushing up against her ass. His cock throbbed against her, hot and heavy through his furs.

“Oh God.” Kagome whispered, nearly sobbing out. Kouga began a steady withdraw and thrust between her thighs, his fingers twisting and moving in and out beneath her. And with each thrust of his fingers, she felt the rough grind of his hips. Her hands moved blindly, her fingers clenching—she wanted something to hold onto. The only thing that her hands came in contact was the muscle forearm keeping her pressed down against him. Her fingers curled around his pumping wrist, her nails digging deep.

Kouga felt a growl rise up, rumbling deep in his chest as her hot wetness coated his fingers, as her nails sank into his wrist. Fuck, did she realize what she was doing when she wasn’t even doing anything? With each thrust of his fingers her scent grew stronger. With each thrust she grew wetter. And with each thrust he ground his hips up, digging his heels into the furs beneath them.

“Kagome.” Kouga groaned out beneath her, his voice rough. He kissed her shoulder as he thrust up, grinding his dick. He bit her shoulder, barely refraining from marking her, from tearing into the skin there as he thrusts his fingers into her over and over. He thrust his fingers into her again and then held them there. A curse exploded from his lips as he arched up beneath her. He jerked his hand from her breasts and Kagome felt his knuckles brush up against her back as he moved briskly. Then she felt the hot, naked heat of his cock pressing up against her back. His hand caught her wrist and jerked it down behind her, curling her fingers around the throbbing length.

“Touch me.” His voice was hoarse, rough, almost a growl as he circled her fingers around him. She was already touching him, thanks to Kouga. Her fingers convulsed around him as he thrust his fingers back up inside her. He bit her neck, his dangerously sharp teeth gentle against her skin. She hadn’t…She couldn’t close her hand around him.

Her mouth went dry.

Fuck. Her hand was small, not even closing around him fully. But so damn soft. Kouga thrust up into her hand. He knew her arm was bent, not painfully, but not easy either. But he’d had to have her touch him. With the way she was positioned above him, each thrust of his hand pressed her arm, her hand tighter against him. Fu--uck, it was so damn good. He jerked his hand hard up against her, his claws raking her pussy carefully. He felt her tense in his arms and he growled out her name as her pussy convulsed around his fingers.

Ah, shit—she was cumming.

Kagome heard the faint rip of material as his fingers thrust and then she was cumming around his fingers. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, her moans muffled. She shuddered against him, her body moving, her hips shifting as she rocked against his hand. Oh my God…

“Dammit.” Kouga whispered against her ear. She felt one of his clawed hands grip the back of her shorts and jerking them down. They ripped down one side. Cold air washed over her heated body and then she felt his fingers leave the tight, wet clasp of her body. She didn’t see him stick her fingers in his mouth.

And hell, her taste was so fucking sweet.
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