InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vying for Dominance ❯ In the Blood ( Chapter 2 )

In the Blood

 

Part of her was angry for having been pulled into this barbaric game. Part of her was ashamed, knowing that she had been aroused when she had first seen him in this place, and knowing as well that he would have sensed it. Part of her was confused, still not understanding why she had been drawn to this place as she had or why he would have allowed her past the confines of his barrier.

 

But her anger, shame, and confusion, were overtaken by acute embarrassment and bashfulness when she finally laid eyes on him and saw that he had made no effort to cover himself and was standing before her in all his naked glory.

 

Squeaking in shock and her face heating with mortification, she quickly spun away from him again. “I'm so sorry,” she managed to say. “I didn't mean to…”

 

“What's the matter, miko?” He was right behind her, so close she could feel the heat of his body warming the air around her; and she shivered at the deep, husky tone of his voice which carried with it only some of the lustful fire she had seen burning in his eyes. “Do you not wish to claim your prize?”

 

“Prize?” She nearly chocked on the word. This couldn't be happening. Not to her. Not with him. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

 

Behind her, Sesshomaru growled, the sound so low and thick with heavy vibrations that it stirred the air to brush against her skin and she shivered again. “But you do, miko.”

 

Kagome nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his hand settle on her shoulder. She wanted so desperately to just get away from him, run away and never look back. But she was held in place, her own body betraying her yet again as it was set aflame by the heat of his touch.

 

“Please stop,” she whimpered when he began rubbing his hand down her arm, terrified by her own vulnerability.

His hand stilled against her, but he didn't pull away. “Is this not what you wanted?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in her ear. He leaned in closer, the deep vibrations he was releasing growing in volume as he took in a deep breath of her scent. “Was it not my touch you ached to feel when you were watching me?”

 

Kagome drew in a sharp, startled breath when his tongue slipped out to drag across the sensitive skin of her neck. She tried to pull away, but his arm had wrapped around her waist to hold her still.

 

“No…” She tried to deny it, tried to tell him that this wasn't what she wanted; but her voice was weak and lacking conviction.

 

He chuckled darkly; the sound wicked when tarnished by the ceaseless rumbles of the beast. “I can smell your lie, miko.” He pulled her closer, making her gasp when he pressed against her with the strong evidence of his desire. “Your body calls to me, just as mine does to you.”

 

He pressed against her again, the motion so deliberate and so completely primal that Kagome had to bit her lip to keep herself from groaning. She shook her head sharply, attempting to clear it of the lustful haze settling upon her. “You don't mean that.” He couldn't, she knew it. He would never want her. “You're not yourself.”

 

“And what makes you think you know me so well?”

 

His voice had changed, so different from the low rumbles of lust that Kagome wasn't sure if the coursing shiver that overtook her body was because of the cool night air brushing against her skin when he released her or because of the cold cutting edge of his words. Taking in a shuddering breath, she forced herself to turn to him. She kept her eyes lifted, away from the sinful temptation of his body. But when her eyes met his and saw piercing gold in place of the raging crimson fires, she realized her error.

 

She had thought he was being swayed by the carnal desires of the beast within him, had thought that the blood and the battle was a game to satiate his lust. But she had been wrong. He could control his desires, even the consuming flames of his lust. He could, and yet, he had not.

 

“Why…Why are you doing this?”

 

He shifted slowly, lifting his hand carefully so that she could see his movement. Kagome was uncertain, but she could tell that he was giving her room to pull away should she choose to, and for that she held still. When his fingers grazed across the tear stretching across her left shoulder, Kagome hissed in pain and quickly pulled away. He didn't move to stop her, waiting until she had focused on him again before he lifted his hand, his fingers dark with her blood, and brought it to his mouth to drag his tongue over the crimson liquid.

 

His eyes hooded heavily, wisps of crimson fire bleeding into the golden oceans, and a low thrum of pleasure sounded in his throat. “Haven't you ever wanted a taste of the forbidden?”

 

Swallowing thickly, Kagome tried furiously to convince herself that what she had just seen was NOT the most mind-numbingly erotic display she had ever witnessed. She failed, of course, but the distraction worked well enough for her to form words amidst her foggy mind.

 

“You called me here? For this?” The very idea of it made her angry. “There are better ways to get my attention than making me fight off a pack of horny bitches!”

 

Sesshomaru lifted an eyebrow curiously at her outburst. “I did not call you here.”

 

“What?” It didn't make any sense. She had felt him, had been drawn to him. How could he not have known what he was doing to her? “Of course you called me here. Why else would I have come?”

 

“It is curious,” he answered slowly. “I knew not how you came to this place, but…” he paused, drawing in a deep breath that spread crimson fires through his eyes. “…Your scent called to me.” He stepped towards her again, reached out and taking her hand in his. She tensed, but he waited for her uncertainty to pass and then lifted her hand to press it against his chest. Her trembling touch, soft heat soothing just above the electric burn; it was even better than he had imagined. “I could almost feel it,” he breathed out as he began pushing her hand to slide down over his skin, “Could almost feel you touching me.”

 

“Sesshomaru…”

 

Her tiny voice was laced with fear, and he hated it. “Feel it!” He growled angrily, forcing her hand to wrap around his pulsing length. “Feel what you are doing to me!”

 

She didn't want to, would have given anything not to; but she could do nothing else. His claws held her fingers tightly around his heavy girth, forcing her to feel the pulsing heat and the smooth hardness as he pulled her hand along his length. And even if she had not been touching him, even if she couldn't feel the heat of his skin under her fingers, she felt his reaction to her touch, felt her senses set aflame by the wild rush of his power as it burned with desire.

 

Pulled abruptly back into reality when she heard a long groan slip from his lips and his hips pressed forwards to push his length through the tight grip of their hands, Kagome shook herself firmly away from the hazy light of the fires dancing in her vision.

 

“No!” She pulled back hard on her hand, stumbling slightly when he didn't resist her movement and released his hold. She pulled her hand up to her chest, clutching it as though it had been burned. She couldn't look at him, didn't dare. “We can't do this.”

 

“Why deny yourself like this?” She didn't answer and still refused to look at him, so Sesshomaru reached out and took hold of her chin, tilting it carefully to bring her focus back to him. “I know you feel it too. Desire is instinct, it is in the blood. You can not ignore its calling.”

 

“But I…” Her voice trembled, caught somewhere between temptation and conscience. “…I don't love you.”

 

A slow smirk spread on his lips and his chest shook with a low chuckle. “I never asked you to love me. I doubt even you, with all your compassion, could.”

 

“Then what…what do you want from me?”

 

“What I want…” He trailed off, his hand slipping down the length of her neck, stopping only inches above her chest when her breath caught on a startled draw. “You know what I want.”

 

She lifted her hand quickly to brush his away. “I can't.”

 

But he caught her wrist, using it to pull her flush against him. “You can. Just for one night, let you passions guide you, let the fires rule you, know the pleasure only I can give you. One night, that is all I ask.”

 

“Sesshomaru…”

 

The soft pressing of her hot little hand against his chest had him growling in carnal need. Her resistance made her all the more irresistible. But he wouldn't force her. No, he would have her begging for his touch, have her voice calling his name in ecstasy not in fear. Releasing her wrist, he quickly wrapped his arm around her back to prevent her from pulling away. She stiffened in his hold, whimpering quietly when he leaned in closer to her.

 

“Kiss me.”

 

Kagome's eyes widened in shock, and she quickly shook her head. She tried to pull back when he leaned closer to her, but he held her firm, not letting her escape from his touch. He didn't try to steal her lips in a kiss, but rather leaned his cheek against hers, brushing against it softly until his lips were level with her ear.

 

“Kiss me,” he said again, his breath flowing over her skin like liquid fire. Again she refused, but he still wasn't deterred. He pulled back slowly from her, his lips grazing over her flushed skin until they were hovering just above hers. “Stop fighting, miko. Give in to your desire, to mine. Kiss me, Kagome.”

 

She knew she shouldn't, knew that if she did there would be no turning back. But he was right, because she could feel it so strongly, feel it setting fire to her blood, feel it coursing through her body and igniting it in inescapable heat. Desire, lust, the most basic and primal of needs. And she couldn't fight it, didn't want to. She wanted to know this feeling, wanted to embrace it and let it take her over into the unknown, wanted the promised passion that was only a kiss away.

 

If she was breathing, she couldn't tell. The heart that beat so strongly to push her heated blood through her veins, she couldn't feel. She couldn't think anymore, couldn't do anything but react. She was trembling, cold without the heat of the flames. But when her lips touched his the fires filled her with such intensity that the world was swept away and there was nothing left but her and him and burn of lust and desire that had brought them together.

 

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Short? Well, don't knock me about it. I wrote three versions of this scene, and every time it was so painful I debated just ripping the damn thing down and denying forever its very existence. Alas, I am annoyingly persistent at times, and I couldn't let this story beat me…Heh, if there's beating to be going on, it should be happening IN the story ;P

 

Anyways, that's all for now. I think I've punished myself enough for one night.

 

Later

 

Shadow