What she wants, She gets

AN:...lemonis-lime... your warned. This is dedicated to Mrs MamaSama, a Hunter always gets what she wants. :wink:





Sesshomaru didn’t know what to do with himself, he could tell his little mate was making advances upon his person, she’d been giving him sultry looks, or her pouting that about did him in far too many times for him to want to admit, and yet still he avoided bedding her. He was convinced of a few things, first that she’d gone crazy, which he’d been saying it to himself for months, it seemed to finally be catching up to her. Second that he could not, and would not bed her, he was certain that it would hurt her or the pups, and he refused to do that. Lastly, she was making him crazy with all of the, what he preserved as, teasing.



Kagome was more then frustrated, since her talk with Shiori the week before hand, she’d been trying on so many levels just to get her mate and husband to touch her, and yet no matter what she did, he avoided her advances like she was a deadly sickness. At some point it had become a game to her, her heavily pregnant hormonally charged brain telling her just what she wanted, making her body crave what only he could give her. And her naughty thoughts were demanding she get him to give it to her.



She’d woken that day wanton, she’d prowled after him, much like a hunter stalking its prey, and it did not matter that she was not the stealthiest, nor that she was the fastest. She had something going for her that most hunters did not, she had the power to lure her prey towards her. She set out on her mission when she woke that very day, that she would have her mate, and eat him too, at least by the end of the day anyway.



In the living room she sat by ten am, in her bathrobe, nude as the day she was born underneath, not totally out of character for her considering how the pregnant mind worked. She looked as though she hadn’t noticed her mate was close by. Kagome had her long lithe fingers, oddly not chubby with pregnant weight, lingered across her mating mark lazily, yet with purpose. Hard she pressed upon it the feeling of her wanton ways, her desires, her pent up lust, and yet still he denied her as he walked by casually, her jeweled sapphire eyes stalking his gated walk, watching his every move.



Though somehow, she had missed as he nearly faltered in his step from being overwhelmed by her wanton aura.



By noon when they ate she was dressed, but even then it was still rather scantily clad, her dressing gown was in fact an empire style, one she’d gotten from her gay friend Jack, not that he did mind. It was one of his favorites, nearly sheer, just shy of see through, the bustier bound her breasts tight allowing for them to be flushed up and pressed together as if hugging. The large lush mounds that would soon feed his young, he long to sink his fangs in them, knowing he could not.



Just below them, the small of her waist before it jutted out for the size and shape of their pups was wrapped in a thin ribbon of silken baby blue. He couldn’t help but notice the long flow of fabric skirt, that was yards upon yards of the same material making his pregnant wife look like a goddess. He wanted nothing more then to run his tongue up her legs, those mile high things. Around the innards of her thighs, and to tease the apex of her sex. To lap at her very core until she could only speak his name like it was the only language she knew.



He had to shake himself from these thought, but truly it was the dresses fault, there was one thing he truly adored about it and it was the slit that went right up the side to the swell of her hip, so that when she walked every now and then he was given a glimpse of the legs that went on to his person heaven. He could already feel the need to rip it from her body rendering her nude for his calculating eyes, pushing her against the back of the sofa, and proping her in a way that would leave her hoarse for days. She was torturing him with that dress.



He’d have to remember to thank Jack later.



By two he had to leave their home, an ‘emergency at the office’ called him away, he didn’t miss seeing her pout, but as the door closed he missed the first of her fallen tears, and she missed him adjusting the straine in his overly tight pants.



By six he was home once more and yet his mate was nowhere to be found, through their home, in his study, in their bedroom, in the nursery he looked but nowhere was his mate. Both angered and panicked he scented her with his nose, Her scent was all over of coarse but the most recent and heady scent was leading his way. Following the slight invisible path to his wayward mate, his pants could get no tighter at what the aroma was tellign him. Never would he think he’d find her where he did, a top the washing machine, while it ran on a high spin cycle she laid. Her head thrown back the scent that attacked his nose making his eyes bleed crimson. So caught up in her own moment she didn’t even notice him as her fingers worked hard to bring her to heaven.



She cried out his name.



She was finished, he was just beginning.



He’d been fighting for so long now, it was hard enough as it was not to take her. He was concerned for their health, hers and the pups, and was uncertain that he might hurt them. Yet she’d wanted him, longed for him, he’d felt it, he’d nearly taken her many times, but today she had not been playing fair, today she’d brought out the big guns, and had he not left he would have been shot. The office was in no danger, there was nothing he needed to attend, but he could not stay near her not when he had wanted her so, when she drove him crazy with need. Not when she tortured him so. There would be no stopping him, and that was why he was worried, that was why he hadnt touched her like she wanted, why he left when he needed not.



Her normal scent before all this had been enough to make him stand at attention and slute, his own added scent to that perfect blend only added to his desire for her after they'd mated and married. Later, the mixed scent of her pregnancy had been like an aphrodisiac burning his veins and the fire of his love and devotion like a moth to a flame, his desire for her had only grown. But when her breast grew full and readied themselves months before for lactation, her scent had only made him all the more lustful fo the lover of his soul.



So much did he want her, need her, charish her that anyone could see that he loved her. His possessive desire for her was laced so heavily with his love that when she’d grown too big, when it began to hurt her rather then pleasure her, even if he did not wish to stop he’d forced himself to do so. Even when she still wanted it, and he did too, he gave up the phsyical, gave up the intimacy, all for them. But it was torture.



As the months had gone by the mingling scents had only intensified, had only grown more heady, his possessive nature had even tripled to keep all males away from her for there was no way he would let another indulge in his secret pleasure, and today. Kami today, she’d nearly killed him with her own needy flesh, her own needy scent, he had to leave. He’d called Dr. Sato, the poor woman, in a near feral state he was. Explained the situation and gotten a good little laugh in return, it was upon her telling him that it was okay for a while but soon he’d need to stop that he was already making his way home, with new ideas and positions in which he’d take his precious little mate.



But kami help him held never thought he’d find her like this.



He pulled her from her perch, loving her squeal of surprise and whisked her to their bathroom, his wedding present to her had been an indoor hot springs, enchanted it was both self cleaning and always the perfect temperature. He set his mate down and made fast work of her clothing and even faster work of his own before they found themselves in the spring. She was already ready for him and plunging in deep, he took her with fever. The water held her weight, and the daunting weight of the pups, and many thrust, growls, mews, and torrid screams from his beautiful mate later, they were sated.



Loving her was wonderful, but not loving her had been torture. He resigned himself that he would never again be tortured by such a thing, at least until he couldn’t help it. With a smirk he pulled his tired and nearly sleeping mate back into the spring fully, bathed her and went to bed still nestled deep within her. She snuggled into him, and he held her tight, he smirked to himself knowing he had about another month or so before he was set up for torture once more.