Insatiable

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Rumiko Takahashi does.

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Chapter 21: Frisk
 
 
It was probably every woman's fantasy to have her surrounded by hot and virile young men. There had been a point in Kagome's life when she was a teenager when she did, but she never expected somewhat like this.
 
“Here Kagome. Try this.” Hiten grinned charmingly at her, as he placed a piece of spiced grilled chicken breast on her plate. He sat beside her and was more attentive now than before. “Kaede makes the best chicken recipes around.”
 
“Um… Thanks,” she murmured losing her appetite even more at the thought of more food. She pushed aside the hair covering her eyes. She could well not think about anything especially food when she was feeling queasy in the stomach because Inuyasha kept glaring daggers at her and Hiten. He was seated in front of her. Very careful to avoid his gaze, she kept her head down and averted to the side when she needed to talk to anyone. Right now, her head was turned to Sesshomaru who sat left from her.
 
“Actually Kagome, Inuyasha grilled these delicious provisions for us.”
 
He did?
 
“Really?” In reflex, she turned and met Inuyasha's gaze. She caught her breath and barely held back a gasp. His amber pools were darker than usual, and they flared with jealous anger, hunger, desire, lust and a fierce possessiveness that almost astounded her.
 
He was going to eat her up.
 
Right there.
 
On her seat.
 
During lunch.
 
In front of everyone.
 
She was in trouble.
 
He was devouring her with one look alone. She felt like goo. If he would not stop looking at her like that, she would melt on her seat in an instant. Ah God, she could not believe she was saying this, but she had never been so fucking turned on in her entire life. She was aware of every erogenous part of her body, especially the one between her thighs.
 
“Yeah. I did.” Inuyasha's voice was a low rumble under his breath. Like a purr – a growl.
 
At the sound, all she could think about were sweaty bodies moving and rubbing against each other. His mouth possessing hers in a hungry kiss. His powerful body claiming hers in wild abandon.
 
She almost moaned. Shit! Hold it right there, Kagome. Mind off the gutter! Off the gutter!
 
She was a self-respecting woman for Christ sake! Self-respecting women did not think this way, did they? They would not think about sex in the middle of the day, during lunch with her friends, and an 8-year-old girl, would they? Cursing Inuyasha in her thoughts, she tried to clean them. She was going to poke his eye out if he would not stop undressing her with those God-forsaken eyes of his. She cleared her throat and met his gaze head on. She would not let him see how he affected her.
 
Moreover, why was he so angry with her anyway? He had been glaring at her this whole time. He did not have any right making her squirm. Was it because Hiten kissed her? So, was that her fault? No! She did not kiss Hiten. It was the other way around. Okay, she did disappear for a week without contacting him, and she would understand if he was mad at her for that. However, he knew she needed time to think and sort out her feelings. So what was his problem?
 
Well, his problem was that he was too fucking yummy and too fucking sexy for her own peace of mind. Okay, so it was her problem that he was making her horny – not his. But Shit! She needed to calm down.
 
“Oh, I thought you could only cook ramen.” Hah! Take that you sexy, sexy man! She was so thankful her voice did not tremble.
 
Inuyasha smirked, which made him look a lot sexier. She groaned silently.
 
“Oh no, baby. You thought wrong. In the kitchen, I’m sure I’m well endowed as well.” His eyes flickered with something when he said, “endowed.”
 
“I'm sure you are,” swigging her glass full of wine. He was getting to her.
 
Oh, he was well endowed all right. Of all people, she should know, but she did not want to think about that. Her gaze never wavered from his. She bit her lower lip before running her tongue slowly along her lips. The wine tasted sweet and had that lingering flavour of most fine wines. Nevertheless, all of that was lost when Inuyasha took a sip of wine from his glass and imitated her earlier actions. His tongue peeked out to swipe along his full lips and that was all it took for her rational thoughts to shut down. All she could think about was how he was like naked in her bed and how that tongue felt like on her skin.
 
God, she was burning. That was not good. Not good at all.
 
Shit!
 
 
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Inuyasha watched the erotic movement of Kagome’s tongue across her lips. He shifted on his seat to accommodate the ache between his thighs. His hard-on hadn't gotten down. In fact, it was harder than before that he was afraid he would make a hole through his shorts.
 
She was so fucking beautiful – so fucking sexy – even more so after not seeing her for a week. She kept on pushing her bangs away from her eyes, as she picked on her food. Keeping her gaze low, she scrunched that cute button nose of hers, as if the smell of the food offended her. He saw the slight tremor of her hand gripping the fork, and the heat rushing to her face making her blush beautifully.
 
He unnerved her. This he knew. He smiled inwardly. Although he frowned at her picking on her food, he was pleased to see that he could affect her so. What pleased him more was that she was only paying very little attention to Hiten. That was good. That way he would not have to pummel Hiten's ass. He had been insanely jealous. Actually, he still was that it took everything in him not to hoist Kagome on his shoulders and head somewhere hidden and keep her to himself. He stopped himself before his mind conjured more inappropriate thoughts of her. He had masked his emotions well. However, judging from the way Kagome kept squirming on her seat and avoiding his gaze, he would bet his eyes betrayed whatever mask he had put on.
 
Hiten was a persistent fucker though. He had to give him that. He engaged Kagome in small talks and attended to her. Hiten was a ladies-man but he knew how to treat women rightfully. However, Hiten had to understand – and for the matter, every male who would lay eyes on Kagome – that the woman was his. His alone and no one else’s. He would make sure of that.
 
“Of course Inuyasha's good in the kitchen. He grew up in it stealing samples from all of Kaede's recipes.” He noticed how Kagome relaxed, thankful for Miroku's interjection. “Interestingly, though, he had never grown chubby when he was growing up even if he ate like a mammoth. I remember he was the skinniest of all us.”
 
“He looked like a toothpick.” Kouga turned to speak to Kagome.
 
“I did not look like a toothpick.” Inuyasha had to disagree. He had not looked like a stick growing up. He was thin, yes, but he was sturdy.
 
Kouga pretended not to hear him. Then, his look turned mocking, telling Kagome that “Believe me. He looked so fragile then.” With a shake of his head, he continued to say, “He used to run to me and beg me to help him chase away all those big bad bullies in school.” He put on a pathetic pout on his face and his lips trembled, as he whimpered, “Pretty please Kouga. Please chase those bullies away. I'm scared. I'm scared. I want my mommy. I want my mommy.”
 
Everyone on the table guffawed. Even Inuyasha took the humor well.
 
“Don't forget the one when we dared him to wear drag and try out for the female cheerleading team. He was so thin he got himself tossed around by those senior jocks.” Miroku added.
 
“Did you wear those micro-mini thingies?” By now, Kagome was almost free of the tension nagging at her, as she giggled.
 
“Yes.” Inuyasha's smile reached his eyes, as he faced her. “But I wore tights under them.”
 
“I just couldn't believe that he actually got in and made first pick. I tried out but I had a hard time. Inuyasha, on the other hand, ran through it like a breeze.” It was Sango's turn to share.
 
“He was a complete natural.” Kouga sighed, still taunting his friend with his playful jabs.
 
“Yeah right. And I was a natural at beating all of you in kendo classes. Take that from a toothpick.” Inuyasha slammed his palm on top of the table and beamed triumphantly.
 
“But you all got to admit, he did grew up a hunk – a very fine one at that. Don't you think so, Kagome?” Everyone turned to Kagome, and she visibly stiffened.
 
Kaede just smiled at her, then winked coyly at Inuyasha. He smirked in return. God love Kaede. She was such a sweetheart.
 
 
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Kaede had asked her a question. What was that again? Think Kagome. Think! Everyone was waiting for the answer.
 
Inuyasha. A thin boy.
 
Inuyasha. On skimpy cheerleader outfit. That was quite funny.
 
Inuyasha. Smiling back at her. She should not swoon. No swooning, Kagome!
 
God, he had a sexy smile.
 
Stop! Concentrate!
 
Kaede's question. What was it?
 
Inuyasha. A – A what?
 
A hunk.
 
Yes, that's it! A hunk!
 
She nearly scoffed. Of course, he was a hunk. He was more than a hunk. Inuyasha was the sexiest man she had ever met. But she did not have to admit that. She would not give that to him. She was still unnerved by his antics earlier. She would not say anything to boost that ego of his.
 
She faced her friends and shrugged, as if it did not matter. “Um, I think he is quite good-looking.”
 
She watched the corner of Inuyasha's mouth, as it curved forming an amused smile. That smile was mocking her. She hated it, and she loved it the same because his smile was so sexy. She felt heat coursing through her veins. The hunger and lust in his eyes had not dwindled, but there was laughter in them now. Trying to hide the blush forming on her cheeks, she turned her face away from him only to face a smirking Sango. Her bestfriend had knowledge in her eyes. It mocked her telling her that she could not lie shit, as it was obvious that she was very attracted to him.
 
Oh well, that was just too bad because she was not admitting she was swooning over him.
 
“Awww, honey, you surely bruised my ego. Now I'm scarred for life.” Inuyasha held one open palm on his chest in mock hurt.
 
She was sure she could hear him say, “Yeah right Kagome. You know that I know that you're hot for me. And I, you.” Furthermore, he should stop referring her as “honey” or “baby.” It made his response more intimate even though he was joking at her.
 
Sesshomaru scoffed. “Nothing bruises your ego, Inuyasha. You were born with an infinite supply of it. It's just too bad, you're a baka.”
 
“Well I think Uncle Inuyasha is the coolest uncle in the planet.” Rin could not stop herself from joining their conversation.
 
Inuyasha beamed. “See?”
 
 
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Kagome watched the waves rushed to shore, not missing a beat. She sighed and continued wiggling her toes in the sand. It tickled her toes and it felt good on her skin. Clear blue skies had started turning orange as sunset neared. The bonfire flickered beside her and she felt the heat coming from it. Rin had insisted they enjoyed twilight hours outdoors. Everyone had agreed.
 
So there they were. Sango was swaying her hips to Bob Marley's music with Miroku watching her under hunger-filled eyes. Kouga and Ayame were talking to Hiten, convincing him to be the bestman for their wedding. Hiten had refused at first because he did not want to wear a tuxedo, and that weddings gave him the chills. Commitment issues, he said. Ayame would not have any of it. So now, the soon-to-be-wed couple was grilling him. Rin, on the other hand, was helping Kaede prepare the table for dinner.
 
Rin was a ball of energy. The kid could not quite contain her excitement when she saw Kagome arrived earlier in the afternoon. Rin had torpedoed her way to her, almost knocking her on the ground when she hugged her. She had taken Kagome's hand after lunch and had gone non-stop about how she practiced her drawing all week and that she was dying to show her drawings to Kagome.
 
“I've drawn a ton of pictures since then. Come. I'll show it to you. I even have a drawing of Dash and Chase.” She scrunched her nose in a cute way, as she tugged her forward. “Dash's nose turned out too big though. He looked like Rudolf the red nose reindeer. Chase's ears were too big he looked like an elf or something. I even drew Uncle Inuyasha and he turned out looking like a dog.” Kagome had giggled then, imagining Inuyasha with cute fluffy dog-ears. “Dad said it was highly appropriate that Uncle Inuyasha turned out quite like a dog because he was like one. I don't get why that is. I think Uncle Inuyasha's very handsome. Don't you think so?” There was Rin looking up at her with such innocent eyes, and all Kagome did was nod. She could very well not lie to the sweet kid. Rin had beamed at her so brightly, uttering, “That's good because I think he likes you. He thinks you're very pretty. I think so, too.” Kagome smiled secretly. Hearing that Inuyasha thought she was pretty was making her giddy. God, she was in trouble. She thought, as Rin pulled her towards the garden where she left her sketchbook.
 
Sighing, Kagome dug her toes deeper into the sand. She crossed her arms above her bent knees and leaned forward to cradle her head on top of it. She watched Inuyasha talking with Sesshomaru through the flickering flames. The brothers lounged on reclining chairs opposite her. He nursed a cold bottle of beer while he laughed at something his older brother had said. The low light of the sunset and the bonfire accentuated the rough planes of his face, underlining the ripple of muscles along his strong muscular body. He had gone shirtless. His faded blue jeans rode low on his hips, and he was barefooted in the sand just like her. He was walking sex, and God, if he did not make her think of nothing but sex.
 
She had been edgy the whole time. Always aware of his presence. Constantly wound up because she knew he was watching her. She had expected him to talk to her. She waited, and waited. Nevertheless, nothing happened. Sure, they casually said “hi” to each other. He had asked about how she was doing. She asked about how he was doing as well. Then, that was it. He did not attempt to talk to her again. He did not even approach her. It annoyed her. Hell, it fucking pissed her off that she had stayed clear of him the entire afternoon.
 
She grumbled under her breath and glared at him. Well, if that was how it was with him, so be it. She did not care. If he would not speak to her, she'd ignore him as well. With a harrumph, she straightened and dusted off the sand clinging on her denim skirt. Some of the sand was stuck on her slender thighs and she patted them as well. There was a wooden dock at the north side of the beach, and a short walk sounded appealing at the moment.
 
It only took her a few minutes to reach the dock. The wood felt good, as it scraped against the souls of her feet. She wiggled her toes to free the sand, and for a moment, thought of dipping her feet to the cool waters to wash them off completely. She decided against it. Scrunching her nose as she pouted, she muttered to herself about the pains of having cold feet.
 
“You look cute when you do that nose thing.” Gasping loudly, she turned around towards the voice.
 
Hiten smiled at her. “Sorry I scared you.”
 
“Don't worry about it.” God, she almost had a heart attack.
 
“I've brought you a strong one. I think you need it,” said Hiten, as he passed her a glass. “It's Bourbon.”
 
Accepting the glass with a smile, she said, “Aren't we only serving beer tonight?”
 
He shrugged. “Let's just say I borrowed a glass or two from Sesshomaru's stock.”
 
“Borrowed?” She gave him a coy look.
 
“Don't tell him, okay.” He playfully nudged her shoulder.
 
That was laughter coming from her.
 
“You look most beautiful when you laugh – or smile.” His gaze stayed on her face.
 
Instead of answering, she turned away from him and took a sip from her Bourbon.
 
“I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”
 
Nodding, she said, “I know,” then took a deep breath. She needed to clear things up with him. “Look Hiten. You're a sweet guy, and I think you're really great.” But -
 
“But I'm not your type, right?” He was watching her closely. His lips curved in a knowing smile.
 
“It's just that – you know. But – yeah, I guess you’re not my type.”
 
Chuckling, he downed his drink. “You don't need to explain anything to me, Kagome. You don't answer to me. I have no right over you.” But he wished he had. “I understand completely.” Then he grinned at her, and shook his head in amusement. “Damn, Inuyasha is one lucky guy.”
 
Her breath wedged. He knew? How? “How did you? I mean, why would you even think Inuyasha has something to do with me not liking you romantically?” She tried to play coy.
 
He did not sound convinced. “With the way Inuyasha was glaring at me during lunch, there's no doubt in my mind he was crazy jealous. Just looking at him staring me down like I was something he needed to mutilate for even sitting next to you – much more attending to you during lunch – made me fear for my life.” Then, he chuckled. “Besides, the way he was eye-fucking you, and you eye-fucking him back made it easier to infer more than the obvious. It was a dead giveaway.”
 
Her jaw dropped. She did not eye-fuck Inuyasha during lunch.
 
Yeah right!
 
Okay, she did eye-fuck Inuyasha, but hearing it so bluntly put was a bit embarrassing. She felt heat crept up her cheeks. “Were we that obvious?”
 
“Oh yeah. I even half-expected both of you to jump each other on top of the table and just do each other – the world be damned.”
 
“Oh God.” She groaned in embarrassment.
 
Hiten laughed, amused how clueless she was with what she and Inuyasha had unintentionally revealed during lunch. “I think both of you damaged Kouga and Ayame though.”
 
“How?” Her voice was hesitant.
 
“Well, to Ayame's horror and Kouga's delight, yours and Inuyasha's horniness got to them. So they kind of broke that `no sex before marriage' arrangement. Kouga was extremely grateful to both of you.”
 
She covered her face in embarrassment. Then, she felt both of his hands on her shoulders.
 
“Hey, it's okay,” he said.
 
“God, I'm so embarrassed right now.” She raised her head to come face to face with him. He was standing close.
 
With his left hand, Hiten traced a finger on her jawline, and whispered, “It is a shame. I really like you.” His eyes moved to her lips. “Kagome?”
 
“Yeah.”
 
“Can I kiss you again?” He waited with baited breath.
 
Swallowing hard, she answered, “No.”
 
He chuckled. “I knew you'd say that.” Then, his look turned serious. “If I ask it of you as consolation for my poor heart that you just broke, will you allow me to kiss you?”
 
Breathing deeply, she thought about it. There was nothing wrong with one kiss. Besides, she was sure it was only a peck. Hiten would not take advantage of her. Making up her mind, she nodded, “Just a peck, okay?”
 
Hiten smiled and rubbed her cheeks with both his thumbs. By now, he had cradled her face with both of his large hands. If he was not to kiss her deeply – just a peck on her lips – then he would settle himself with caressing her soft skin. First, he brushed his lips softly to hers. Then, more firmly. He held there. She was sweet. His hands itched to move from her shoulders to snake around her small waist and bring her flushed against his body. But the stiffness of the shoulders he held told him that that was not such a good idea.
 
Rigid and tense, she let Hiten place his lips on top of hers. It was just a peck that lingered a little too long to make it friendly. She had closed her eyes the moment she felt his kiss. Thankful that Hiten kept his hands on top of her shoulders, she relaxed a bit, and tried to muse. The kiss did nothing to her. It was just that – a kiss.
 
But Inuyasha's – now his was the kiss that drove her insane inside and out. His kiss made her ache, made her crave for more. Oh, a lot more. More than a kiss. More than sex. More than lust. More like love.
 
No!
 
Love?
 
No!
 
Yes! Exactly like love.
 
Inuyasha's kiss made her dream of love.
 
She should not think of Inuyasha in the lines of love, or the possibility that she was falling for him when he had been avoiding her the entire afternoon. For all she cared, he had probably thought of her as only a fling, and that he did not care deeply about her. If she wanted to spare her feelings in being hurt this early, she should not think about him at all. However, he was the only thing that she had thought about the entire week she hadn't seen him.
 
She held back the hurt rising in her chest. She still had her eyes closed. The weight of Hiten's hands on her shoulders, and the feel of his lips on hers were gone. She started to open her eyes… and gasped.
 
Hiten was sprawled on the dock, hands rubbing his starting-to-bruise left cheek. Someone was breathing hard behind her. She felt a prickle on her nape and the hairs there stood, as hot harsh breaths brushed against it. Waves of anger flowed hotly from her back and her body grew alert, as she became aware of it. She took a deep breath and turned around.
 
To face -
 
Inuyasha.
 
But before she could even have a clear glimpse of him, he grabbed hold of her arms. In quick movements, he hauled her up in his shoulders. She prepared to shout, to lash at him. How dare he! She opened her mouth and -
 
SMACK!
 
Her jaw dropped open. He had just spanked her! And it fucking hurt! She was going to kill him.
 
“Don't even think about it.” His voice was cold and angry – a low growl that held a warning. His whole body was tense. The muscles on his shoulders and back were hard as steel, tight with tension. She'd bet the rest of his powerful body was like that. She shivered. All that power and intensity directed at her sent tingles up her spine. She felt fear, as she had no idea what he planned to do to her. But she was turned on as well. God help her. She was fucking aroused.
 
Shit! She had not known she was this depraved. She raised her head and saw Hiten standing up from his fallen form. She could not make out his face, as Inuyasha had already walked a good enough distance that she could not see his expression. He was probably in pain. That bruise she saw on his cheek was nasty. Inuyasha really gave it to him.
 
Anger replaced shock. She jabbed Inuyasha's back. She knew she was not hurting him. His back was hard as steel. Her fists only bounced on each punch she threw. But hell, she would hit him. How dare he! He had no right whatsoever! No right to punch Hiten. No right to manhandle her like this. She would show him. She was not to be treated this way.
 
 
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Inuyasha was livid. Hell, he was close to fucking rampage. Everything inside him was tightly coiled like a rattlesnake ready to strike. The image of a soft and pliant Kagome flushed in Hiten's arms – his lips pressed to hers in a tender kiss – seared his mind. His blood boiled and he had to fight the urge to go back and maim Hiten. He considered Hiten a dear friend. But by God, he felt like killing him.
 
He had been discussing business with Sesshomaru. His brother was returning to Hongkong in the next two days, and he was briefing him with the details of the projects he was leaving behind. That was when it had happened. When he turned his head away from his brother to glimpse at Kagome, he felt his blood run cold. She was gone. Gone. He had kept an eye on her that whole afternoon, and because he had claimed her as his – even though she had no idea that he had – he went out looking for her. The sun had already set, and it had gone quite dark. Though out of sight, he went straight to the dock, as it was nearest. Then, he saw them – Hiten bending down capturing Kagome's lips in a kiss. He swore he saw red then. Rage and an overwhelming sense of possessiveness fuelled his steps and his fist straight to Hiten's jaw. Then, he hauled Kagome like she weighed nothing at all and took off to the opposite side of the beach.
 
He knew he was a damned possessive. He was a selfish man, and he would admit that he was particularly over-the-top selfish when it came to Kagome. He wanted Kagome all to himself. He did not want to see Kagome in the arms of another man. He did not want Kagome to kiss, touch and even smile at any man but him. Hell, he didn't want Kagome near any man. She was his, damn it! His! And he'd make sure she'd see his way.
 
She must be feeling a bit angry with this domineering side of him, but that was only a guess.
 
“Damn you, bastard! Put me down, you caveman! Neanderthal!” For heaven's sake, she was shrieking that he’d bet even the dead would wake up.

Okay, so “a bit angry” was the understatement of the year.
 
“Shut it, Kagome!” he told her tapping her ass lightly. She was mighty furious with him, and his lower back was starting to bruise with her jabs.
 
“Inuyasha, put me down!”
 
“No. Stop squirming. I might drop you.”
 
“Hell if I care! And to hell with you!”
 
“Stop it, or I'll spank that sexy ass again.”
 
That did not deter her. She kept on moving and continued with her demands.
 
“No! Put me down! Damn it! Inuyasha!”
 
“Hell no!” He kept his voice hard. The hell he was putting her down. Why should he? So she could run and hide behind whatever barrier she had put up between them? Guessing by the way she had stayed away from him the past week, it must be a pretty strong barrier since she had managed to disappear. And that had to stop. Right. Now. He would make sure of it.
 
He held her tightly, securing her thighs against his upper chest to keep her from falling. He grunted loudly, as she kicked those slender legs of hers. The grunt was more from restraining his growing desire than pain. When he decided to carry her, he had not thought about her present outfit. The outfit that he had drooled over the entire afternoon. The outfit that made his shaft jerk to attention, and stayed that way for the rest of the aftrenoon, much to his discomfort. The denim skirt had ridden up her upper thighs that he was sure her panties were showing. Then she squirmed and kicked, so he had no choice but to hold her steady in the ass and upper thighs. His right hand cupped a firm ass cheek. The left held well-toned legs with the smoothest and softest skin ever.
 
He had to voice it out.
 
“Kagome, baby, you have the softest skin I've ever touched.”
 
Caress it.
 
She bit her lower lip to stop a moan from coming out. Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!
 
“Do you like that, baby?” His voice was soft and sweet, as if he was talking to a babe, but his touch was seduction.
 
A whimper escaped.
 
“Please Inu. Put me down. I hate all this He-man crap.” Changing tactics - if demanding did not work, beg. Damn, she was smart. “I can walk on my own, you know.”
 
God, he was a sucker. When she used that tone on him – soft, meek, pleading – he could never win. He'd find his resolve wavering and all he thought of was that he'd give and do anything just for her.
 
If that was the case, he was in trouble.
 
Damn deep trouble!
 
He sighed, “All right. I'm putting you down,” and placed her in front of him. In case she'd bolt, he grasped her in a firm grip letting her know escape was not possible.
 
When she was steady, he looked at her and did just that for a couple of minutes. Her face was blushing red. From anger? From being upside down for too long? He did not know. What he knew was that it made her glow. Her hair was a wild and sexy mess, and her eyes were wide. He almost groaned when he realized what he saw in them. Yes, anger was still swirling there. But man, the desire and hungry arousal scorched him straight to his loins. Her chest heaved heavily, as her lungs took in air and released it. The generous cleavage gaping at just above the shirt line made his mouth water, made him harder than ever. He could see the outlines of her black bikini top from the sheer white tank she'd changed into. That tank top was now crumpled, as was her denim skirt bunching around her hips showing off the mile-long expanse of her legs to the tips of her bare toes. She looked dishevelled. But she had never been more beautiful.

Never taking his eyes off her, his hands slid down her arms. Holding her hands, he brought it to his mouth, brushing his lips lightly on each knuckle. Breathing becoming heavier, Kagome stood still, her eyes set on him as well. They stood there just staring at each other. Then, with a bright smile and quick movements, Inuyasha grasped the hem of her tank and tugged them down, straightening it. He also did a quick work with her denim skirt. As much as he'd like to look at Kagome scantily-clad, they needed to talk.
 
“Come on, baby. Take a walk with me.” He linked her hands to his, and tugged her to him keeping her close.
 
She went with him willingly. “Where are we going?”
 
“Some place to talk.”
 
She snorted. She jerked her hand free from his, but he held on tightly. She glared at him. “Talk? You want us to talk? Like hell, I want to talk to you now. After all that He-man crap you've just done, talking is the last thing I want to do with you.”
 
Okay, so she was still angry. Well, hell, he would deal with that. But they would talk. That was non-negotiable. Any other way was unacceptable.
 
“If the `He-man crap' you're referring to is how I've gone caveman on you, hauling your pretty little ass here, then I apologize.” Subtle. That was him.
 
She huffed a hard breath. “What about Hiten?”
 
Subtle went to scowl. “What about him?” He was gritting his teeth. What about that fucking kiss-stealing bastard?
 
“Aren't you going to apologize? You punched him.” She accused him, but she made careful that she was looking all cute when doing it. Like a puppy with wide eyes.
 
Damn her, she knew how to work him to her favor. However, this, he could not let go easily.
 
He shrugged. “No, I am not apologizing. So what if I punched him?”
 
She hooked one hand on her hip in chastisement and disapproval. “He's hurt.”
 
Of course, the kiss-stealing bastard was hurt. He had intended to hurt him. And rightly so.
 
“He kissed you.” His voice cracked like a whip.
 
She faced him with stubborn determination. “That's no excuse. You hurt him. You still need to apologize.” She was stabbing his chest with a finger now. Her glare was deadly.
 
“I will not apologize for something that I'm not sorry for doing. So don't count on me apologizing because I'm not doing it.” His voice sounded like a growl. “He deserved that punch. Hell, he deserved more than a punch for kissing you. He had no right to kiss you because...” I only have that right.
 
“What?”
 
Did he just say that out loud?

Yes, he did.
 
“God, you're so full of yourself.” She was so furious now. “Let me go. I don't want to talk to you.” She yanked her hand from his hold. He released her when he saw the tears build up. She turned and walked away from him.
 
I only have that right. Damn it! How could he say that to her? After avoiding her the entire afternoon and letting her think he did not care for her, he had no right to claim her as if she did not have a say on it. Though, her heart swelled with his possession. But still, she was angry as hell.
 
He followed her. She felt his presence growing near.
 
“Kagome. Baby. Please…”
 
He caught up with her, grabbed her arms turning her to face him. He brought her to his arms and held her there. She relaxed against him. Rubbing her arms in slow strokes, he kissed her hair.
 
“I'm so pissed at you,” she whispered.
 
“I know. I'm sorry, okay.”
 
“You ignored me the whole afternoon.”
 
“I was buying my time to talk to you. Alone. But everyone kept barging in. I didn't get the chance until now.”
 
She giggled a bit. “You mean, until you got all He-man on me, punched Hiten and hauled my ass here with you.”
 
Chuckling, he kissed her forehead. “Yeah, I guess that sums it up.”
 
She tilted her head to look at him. “Do you mean it?”
 
“Mean what baby?” God, he could lose himself in her azure depths.
 
She looked embarrassed. “You know. About you only having the right to - to -” God, how hard could it be to say, “kiss?”
 
“Kiss you?” He smiled that smile. You know – that smile that was only for her.
 
She nodded.
 
“Yeah, every word of it.” He was staring at her full lips, wondering if she would taste as sweet as he remembered.
 
Heat was coming off him in waves, and she met that heat with equal intensity. The angry haze she had earlier was settling in and she now realized what was before her. A shirtless, hotter than hell Inuyasha. Moving her hands slowly up his chest, she felt his muscles ripple under her fingertips. His skin was smooth over hard powerful flesh. Her gaze followed the path of her hands like a caress.
 
Inuyasha sucked a harsh breath. “Um, baby, you need to stop. We still need to talk.” As much as he wanted Kagome's hands on him, they needed to talk.
 
But she didn't stop. She placed random kisses on his chest.
 
He groaned. Shit!
 
“I'll stop if you say you're sorry again.” He felt her smile on his skin. She was a vixen. “Come on, Inu. Say it.” She was seduction.
 
“I'm sorry, baby.” He nuzzled her neck. God, she smelled so good. Like sakura blossoms and jasmine.
 
“Good.” She nipped at the swell of his male breast.
 
He hissed, and brought her to rub against him. Chest to chest. Thigh to thigh. Sex to sex. He was on the edge of what little control was left of him. If she did not stop, he would end up taking her. Here. Now.
 
“Now. Say you'll apologize to Hiten for hitting him.” That was the ice-cold water to rain on his ever-harder-than-hell erection. He instantly stiffened.
 
“No.” A hard, cold, jealous “No.”
 
Kagome met his hard look with disapproval. He stared her down. Whatever, she would say; nothing would convince him to apologize. Nothing. He held no hatred on Hiten. Hiten was still a dear friend. However, he would not – could not – apologize to him for hitting him because he had kissed Kagome. No. Never.
 
She sighed, “It's not his fault you know.” Inuyasha looked incredulous.
 
Not Hiten's fault? What was he? Possessed when he kissed her?
 
Kagome could tell he was not convinced and that whatever she would say would not be enough to sway him. But she had already caused animosity between him and Shun. Shun may cared less for Inuyasha, but she knew Inuyasha still considered Shun his friend. She was determined to be not the reason that would mar his and Hiten's friendship.
 
She needed him to understand. “Inu -”
 
“He likes you.” A growl. Still extremely jealous.
 
“And there is nothing he can do about it because I don't like him like that.” She was serious. “I don't want him. It's you that I want.” He visibly relaxed, which was great for her.
 
Now, for the explanation. “The kiss was nothing, okay. He asked to kiss me. I said `no.'”
 
“Good.”

She almost rolled her eyes at his response.
 
“But when he asked for a parting kiss, I thought `what the heck.' I rejected him. The least I could do was to allow him a parting kiss. When it came down to it, he was still a dear friend. Nothing was wrong with that.” She was quite satisfied with that. Clearly, Inuyasha would understand.
 
Regardless of what Kagome had said, the only thing that registered in Inuyasha's mind was “The least I could do was to allow him a parting kiss.” The word “allow” echoed like a jackhammer drilling in his temples.
 
“You allowed him to kiss you?” His voice was so calm – deadly calm.
 
“I told him he could do it.” Wrong answer. Way wrong answer.
 
“What?” His voice sounded guttural. His face looked harsher. His gaze darker – the need to claim shone brightly – glaringly in his intensity. The hands around her tightened considerably. He was coiled so tightly, she was afraid he would combust. And if he would combust, she'd combust as well.
 
She gulped.
 
“I - I told him it was okay because -”
 
“You thought it was fucking okay for him to kiss you? Fucking hell, it is! He had no right!” He actually yelled at her, and she fumed.
 
“And you have no right to tell me whom I can and cannot kiss. You do not own me. I am not property.” She wiggled out of his embrace, stomped on his foot and walked away. However, now, she would not be dissuaded by his words. She would walk away.
 
Damn him! Damn him!
 
She headed to the medium-sized weeping willow at the end of the shore.
 
“Kagome, come back here.”
 
Hell, if she would. She would not tolerate this He-man attitude from him. She was greatly turned on by it, but she was angry. Damn it! She had only two words for him.
 
“Fuck you!”

And those were her only words because Inuyasha kissed her. A hard, deep, demanding kiss meant to claim, to set her ablaze for him – to brand her as his, and only his. There was no slow and tender coaxing of lips. His tongue forced his way into her mouth, claimed hers, even as his hands clamped around her waist and jerked her against the thick heat of his arousal. And the man was most definitely aroused. She felt every hot inch of his cock pressing against her. She gasped opening her mouth more to him, giving him the chance to slant his mouth and delve deeper – to taste more of her. She was sweeter than he remembered – more addicting than he could ever expect.
 
Her lips opened for him and she drew his tongue into her mouth, sucking lightly. Then she let her hunger have free rein. A moan rumbled in the back of her throat as she lifted her arms and pulled him closer. She gave everything to the kiss. Her hunger matching his own.
 
He tore his mouth from hers. “Now tell me how I don't own you. Now tell me you don't belong to me,” he growled, his forehead resting against hers for a moment. His challenge was rasped and his breath blowing lightly over her sensitive lips.
 
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think straight. What did he say?
 
“You're mine, Kagome.” The claim rumbled rolling deep from his chest.
 
Oh! That.
 
“Inuyasha…” Kagome began, not really sure if she was going to protest or offer to strip.
 
“Mine, baby.” His tongue licked her bottom lip. Her knees trembled. God, she was going to strip. She was going to fucking strip!
 
She whimpered. It had been too long. How long had it been? A week. One week without Inuyasha's kiss, without his touch.
 
She wanted him.
 
“Say it, Kagome. Who do you belong to?” The fingers of his right hand curled over her ass, squeezing lightly, and she parted her thighs just enough to feel the brush of his erection against her sex. “Say it, baby. No one else. Only me. Say it.”
 
“No one else. Only you, Inuyasha. I belong to you.” She moaned and rubbed herself against him.
 
“Damn right you do. You don't know what it does to me hearing you say that,” he growled. He was wrong about that. She was aware of what her surrender did to him. It was pressed against her sex. Hot, hard, and so ready. He was big and growing bigger, as they continued to rub against ever other.
 
His mouth began to kiss a path down her neck. Her neck had always been her weak spot, and if he kissed just under her right ear -
 
There. Oh God. His tongue slipped over her, licking in just the perfect spot. Her hips jerked against his. Her panties were wet now. And she knew she was moments away from having sex with Inuyasha. She nipped the spot where his pulse beat the strongest. He was touching her breasts now, rubbing and pinching her nipples to tight peaks over her shirt and bikini top. She ached. How she ached for him.
 
“Inu…” A plea. “Please do something.”
 
He growled a deep rumble that filled the night, and jerked Kagome away from him. Their hands fought, struggled as they both tried to strip her clothes away. She kicked out of her jean skirt. He ripped her underwear. With one movement, he ripped the clasp of his jeans and it fell on the sand.
 
He lifted her into his arms.
 
“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” Because he was going to take her there. Against a tree. Screw any audience who might be watching, listening.
 
He'd take his woman right there.
 
His woman knew he would take her there. And she was so hot for it.
 
Damn, both of them had lost their minds. Sex in a tree. He had gone caveman – literally.
 
His shaft pushed at the entrance of her body. In the past, he'd waited, wanting her to be ready for the hard length of his erection. Now, he couldn't wait. His hands clamped tight over her hips and ass. Her legs clamped around him. Her gaze had turned stormy, held his.
 
“Do it.” A whisper. But it meant to command.
 
Inuyasha thrust inside her, burying his shaft in her creamy warmth. Her mouth opened on a gasp and his tongue drove inside her mouth to claim her kiss. Need thundered through him, as he pumped his hips against her, driving as hard and deep as he could go.
 
She felt so good. So fucking good. One hand left her lower back to snake between them. He played with her breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples making it sensitized. His mouth left hers and travelled downwards to open over a nipple. And he sucked.
 
“Fuck yes,” she hissed.

He loved it when she talked dirty.
 
He swelled even more inside her and her delicate muscles clamped around every inch of his erection.
 
So. Damn. Good.
 
Her hips jerked against him, rising and falling in a frantic rhythm. Her back scraped against the tree trunk. She'd bruise but both of them did not care. What mattered was this. This connection. This hunger. The blinding desire to be inside her. To claim her as his, and he as hers. He pumped his hips against hers.
 
With a shout, she came, squeezing him with her climax and soaking his erection with her cream. He tore his mouth from her breast and he lost it. He pulled his erection out, keeping only the tip in her quivering sex. He stared down at the flesh glinting with the cover of her cream – then plunged in as deep as he could go.
    
Kagome screamed and she clawed into his shoulders. Her head was tilted back. She never looked so fucking sexy – so beautiful to him. She could drive him insane with just the thought of her. He cared deeply for this woman. She was everything he ever wanted. She made him dream. Dreams about family, babies, and yes, love. She made him fall in love. With. Her.
 
Fucking hell. He was in love.
 
Fire built in him, a ravenous blaze of lust and need, greed and possession. And yes, love. A thrust shook her body, and he continued pummelling at her with hard, fast strokes inside her still climaxing depths. His mind chanted.
 
Mine. Mine.
 
Kagome came again, shuddering. Inuyasha thrust deep into her, faster, faster, his control gone, only aware now of the animal need to take. The base of his spine began to prickle. His balls were drawn up tight. Inuyasha sank into her as far as he could go. His climax exploded through him in a blinding wave of passion. He jerked inside her, semen flooding inside her as he came. He held her tight. With a harsh cry, he screamed her name. His shout echoed in the night and he didn't give a damn who heard him.
 
Let them hear.
 
Kagome was his.

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