In Heat

Chapter 2

Decision

A breeze carrying the warmth of the sun woke the InuYokai from his rest. As he stirred, memories of the day before rushed through his mind.
Jolting up from shock he glanced around the area. She was no where to be found but her scent lingered everywhere.

What have I done? Sesshoumaru thought, anger starting to rise within him. If someone had told him he’d commit such a crime, he would
have killed them in a flash. He would have imagined it was some kind of nightmare if it wasn’t for her scent lingering all over him. He could
still taste her blood in his mouth. It tasted so sweet still and a part of him wanted more of it. He resolved that it had to be true. He had
mated a human miko.

All he could feel at the moment was rage and resentment. It consumed him, the fact that he, Sesshoumaru had not had more self-control.
How he loathed himself.

He gritted his teeth to keep from howling. He flashed back to the horror, the terror, of how much he loved being with her.

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Sesshoumaru's Flashback...

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She had fallen asleep, her head resting on his chest, her breathing steady. His breathing hard.

"Mate." He whispered again his hand running through her long ebony strands. He stroked her back and both hands reached around wrapping her
in his embrace and pulling her tighter to his body. Her body’s heat was amazing. It warmed his soul. His hand found her round firm behind soon
after, and a spike of need twisted in his hips when she let out a soft moan. She stirred on top of him, and he looked down to see her lashes
ruffled before she stared into his eyes, revealing her gorgeous muddled haze. There was something about her eyes he'd always found intriguing.
A smile curved her lips and cupping her face with his palm he rolled her over and sealed those soft lips to his own. His erection probed her
leg and she let out another cry of passion that sucked him in like a tornado.

He hesitantly pulled away from her. She licked her lips and opened her eyes, somewhat confused. He laid back into the hard ground and loosened
his grip on her. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips. He wanted her again, but he was also torn within himself. He'd come to his senses now, the overwhelming urge to mate within him had subsided. He was in control of his body, his mind and his soul. His soul had made a horrible mistake. He, Sesshoumaru, wasn't interested in mating with a human. Had it not been for the heat he would never have been in this position. His blood surged
and he curled his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her. He bit his lip to keep silent.

"Sesshoumaru," she called out in a whisper that sounded more like music.

"Don't." He rasped he couldn't stand to hear whatever it was she had to say, because whatever she said to him only made him want her more with
the sultry sound of her voice. So she didn't say anything. But his plan backfired and instead, she ran her fingers on his chest and sent tingling sensations throughout his manhood. She leaned into him and burrowed her face into his neck, boldly she began kissing him. Kami, it felt so good.
He willed his body to gain control and quickly pinned her down, glaring at her.

"I said don't!" He repeated, his voice harsh and rough, but she sensed all the passion that lay hidden behind the false pretense.

"I love you Sesshoumaru. I always have, I always will. You can't scare me away." She said with firmness and confidence, sliding her hand behind
his neck and pulling him in, she kissed him, it was a biting, nibbling kiss that seemed to last forever.

A spike of awe lit his gut, darkly tinged with possession and a grinding need; he returned her kiss and more. His hand cupped her breast and
teased her nipple until its peak hardened between his fingers. She moaned softly in pleasure and need. He caved in and gave it to her.

"So wet." He grumbled in a low husky voice. Instinctively, she parted her legs for him and he entered her. She inhaled sharply. She was still
sore from the last time, yet so willing and ready for him yet again. Kagome moaned, grimacing with the pleasure and pain filling her that was
him as he continued to rock in and out of her. He bounced as he pressed himself deeper into her. She wrapped her legs around him and ran her nails
down his back.

"Please...Sesshoumaru...don't ...stop" She cried out in between pants.

He complied and stroked himself deeper within her walls. The heat of his throbbing hard manhood inside of her calmed her heartbeat and brought her
body to a soothing rhythm with his. She arched her hips up to meet his advance into her.

"So tight." He cried out, nibbling on her ear.

"More" She continued to beg him.

"I'm going to fill you. Fill you full of me." He announced.

"Yes. Please."

With a grunt, he tipped over the edge of ecstasy, into the realms of heaven. He came inside of her; soaring up into sweet, hot paradise.

End Flashback...

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Darting his head back and forth he gritted his teeth and growled in irritation. Where did she go? How had I not known when she left?
His mind was befuddled by everything, his senses were keen, he would have, should have been able to detect her little stirs and movements.
And especially, if she’d gotten up, got dressed, and left. Yet he didn’t and she was no where to be found. Quickly he got dressed and went to
search for her.

The memories of the way she felt, her soft smooth skin, almost like liquid silk, kept floating into his mind. Her tight walls wrapping around his
well endowed manhood so cramped with each of his thrusts. So good.

His fists clenched to the sides. Kami why does she have to be so fucking tight? Feel so fucking good? But he knew that his worst fear and
wrath was the fact that she is human.

He continued to follow her dissipating scent, trying to track her down. What would he do when he found her? He wondered. He still had to resolve
the problem he'd created. Feelings of belligerence arose within him towards her. Is she hadn't shown up to his secret hide-out then his current
problem would cease to exist. How had she known where he was still bothered him, and why was it so easy for her to give her all to him? He remembered
her telling him that she loved him a few times last night.

Ridiculous.

She knew nothing of him to 'love' him. And he, well, he did not feel that way.

Demons do not love. He, Sesshoumaru, did not feel love, especially not for a mere fragile mortal. It irked him to no end for her to have said
such a thing.

He had to fix the problem promptly.

And then it hit him.

The solution came to him while he was tracing her scent. He would set out to kill her and his problems will be solved. No one had known of what
they have done and no one ever would. His dirty little secret would be safe. It was a little below him, but at the moment it didn't matter. He
would not allow himself to harbor feelings for a mere mortal. He, Sesshoumaru, would not have a mere weak human for a mate.

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Earlier...

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Kagome tread softly through the field, dawn was just breaking over the horizon and still very dark. The saying “darkest before dawn” suddenly
flashed through her mind. She didn’t know why. She continued to make her way towards the village she and her friends were staying at, her hands
caressing the tips of the few flowers perking their petals up to welcome the dawn. She felt the wetness of dew lingering on the petals, she
reflected on the moments before she started her journey back to the village.

Kagome's Flashback…..

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She awoke during the night when the InuYokai finally fell asleep.

She thought she was dreaming when she felt lips flicking on her hardened nipple. She felt his hot breath on her and realized that he had woken
her up again. Her lips parted and she moaned at his touch. He rolled her over and spooned her. His hand expertly stroking her body, caressing her
before cupping her breast, massaging her mound while he ran his fangs over her shoulder, back and forth. She gasped for air at the effect he had
on her body. She bit down on her lip when his erection probed her from behind. Instantly she felt the familiar hot moisture trickle between her
legs. She was ready for him again. He could smell it and he growled. It turned her on. With tenderness and care he guided himself into her. He knew
her to be sore from his last two passionate assaults. He heard her heartbeat throbbing from angst and excitement. His head entered her wet sore
walls and she winced. He stopped.

"No. Please, I want you." She pleaded.

Growling from uncertainty, he did not move. Instead he nibbled on her shoulder, biting gently and running his tongue over her, soothing the hot
heat from where his kisses had been laid.

"Uhh..." He cried out when she suddenly backed into him hard and fast sending his shaft deep within her walls. He could smell the saltiness of
the tears piercing behind her eyes. He wrapped her arms around her and pulled her tighter. They laid there, with him embedded deep within her,
holding, cuddling, time passing by. The stars twinkled above. He wanted her, she knew, and he was being tender and thoughtful, not wanting to
injure her. She helped him and began to rock back and forth, stroking his shaft with her walls. He groaned in pleasure before holding onto her
hip and pinning her down as he stroked himself up inside her. He ran his fingers over her abdomen and crawled its way down between her legs.
He found her little nub and massaged it perfectly while he rocked into her. She sobbed and screamed hoarsely buckling forward as her orgasm swept
over her. He yanked her back into his pelvis and groaned as he spurt hotly inside her for the third time. She turned her head and he leaned in
to kiss her longingly before parting and cuddling her in his arms. He did not move, only held her tenderly as they laid there for the longest time.

She waited until she was certain he was deep asleep and with subtle soundless movements, she loosen his grip around her and sat up and to stare
down at him, his chest heaving up and down in a perfect rhythm.

She traced the outline of his face with her eyes. Every curve on him, the ridges of his eye lids, the crescent moon that dictated his pedigree as
well as the marks on his face. She soaked in every detail of the InuYokai. In her mind, she had reached out and caressed his face with the back
of her hand, tracing his lips with her finger. She reached her finger up to trace the outline of her own lips, savoring the taste of him that still lingered in her mouth. Remembering the way his tongue brushed back and forth on her lips before sliding inside to embrace hers in a tango of passion.
She could still feel his claws raking over her body as she watched him sleep. The heat of their bodies melting together as one. His thrusts slow,
deep and erotic. It didn’t take much for him to bring her to her peak and he didn’t wait long before filling her again and again with his seeds.
Sighing she looked up at the clear sky glimmering with stars. She closed her eyes for a moment to relish the nice cool breeze and turned her head
again to look at the InuYokai, sleeping soundly. She watched his muscular chest rise and fall. If she didn’t look at his face, she would have
thought he was in some deep restful sleep. Contrary, he was not. She could tell from the look on his face he was fighting within himself.
He was restless. Pulling his mokomoko around she laid it over his body to keep him warm in the cold night. She got up, got dressed and before
taking leave, she glanced over her shoulders one last time at him. She wanted to stay. She wanted to cuddle up in his arms through the night, be
held by him, but she knew better. She could feel the uneasiness he felt toward her. His love making had been passionate and tender but he resented her.
She reached up to feel his mark on her shoulder and a tear swayed its way down her cheek.

Good-bye Sesshoumaru. She bid him in her thoughts, afraid even her softest of voice would wake him.

End flashback...

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She blinked the tears away as she saw the village come into view. Knowing what she had to do, she made her way towards the house swallowing the
tears that wanted to spurt out of her eyes.

I love you Sesshoumaru, she thought as she ran towards the house.