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Chapter 4
© Salome Wilde, 2008
New Beginnings
Author’s Note: Yes, I was cruel to tease you with that half-lemon. This chapter is far crueler. But if you go through the hurt with me, I promise the comfort before the story ends. And I know there are some of you for whom the pain is where the pleasure lies. I am grateful for both kinds of readers.
Chapter 4
Self-control streamed from Rin’s body like blood from a fatal wound. How many times could he close himself off from her, physically and emotionally, and expect her to have enough blood, enough breath, enough love to survive? How much more submission was enough to prove herself worthy to know him? The answer to her questions came in the single, desperate word she cried out: “No!”
Sesshomaru stopped dead.
Rin’s blood pounded in her ears. She had risen to her feet and now stood, bravely facing her lord and mate, his beautiful, unbending form silhouetted against the moon. She would not coax, beg, or cry. She could not say why she had reached a turning point at this time, but a turning point it was. This was far from the first time his mood had shifted suddenly and radically. And she had always responded with understanding. He had slept apart from her as many nights as he had spent with her since they had become mates. And she had accepted this as necessary to him. He kept his thoughts and feelings from her unless his scent betrayed him. And she had respected this as his nature.
This was the incomparable daiyokai who had saved her life when he could have so easily left her for dead, who had kept her with him when he could have sent her away, who had rescued her rather than surrender her to those, like Naraku, who had so easily used her for bait. She was such a sad, weak child and he had given her life, hope, and returned her voice to her. From that dumb, broken girl she had grown into a strong, capable woman. And how did she use her abilities, her voice? She did not. She let herself be silenced again and again, returned to that dependent state when a true mate would rise to the challenge and demand more—for them both.
Less frantically, with greater confidence and a death-defying love, she repeated, “No.” She was not asking, she was not pleading. In this one word, she was asserting her will.
Sesshomaru spun to face her. But it was not Sesshomaru. This was a true demon, filled with unreasoning rage. The deceptively calm demeanor she saw in his eyes, even in the heat of battle, was gone now, replaced by an animal she did not know. His body was taut, like a bow about to unleash an arrow into her heart. His smell was dark and thick; it burned her nostrils and forced its way into her lungs. His mouth twisted into a smile and his fangs shone in the moonlight. His eyes shot fire from their golden depths, and she watched in horror as they turned to red. An unearthly growl surfaced from his throat, and before she could move he was upon her.
As she was thrown to the earth, her head struck the ground, hard. There was a flash behind her eyes, and she struggled against pain and dizziness to attempt some control over her body. Extended claws dug into her arms and began to pierce the skin. His weight was upon her thighs. As she managed to focus again, she met the appalling sight of narrowed, blood-red eyes above an tight, feral grin. “Sesshomaru-sama,” she whimpered, once again a terrified child.
The daiyokai did not answer, merely shifted his lithe, menacing body and kicked her legs wide with a knee. Rin’s fists clenched, and she wished she could close her eyes. But she could not. She had wanted to see more of her mate, hadn’t she? To know him truly, fully?
She nearly passed out from the throbbing in her head and the overpowering aura that reeked from Sesshomaru’s every pore, but as he positioned himself to enter her, she knew she would not escape this moment in unconsciousness. Hilting his rigid, swollen shaft within her in a single lunge, Sesshomaru’s howl of conquest arced to triumph over the shrill scream torn from Rin’s very soul.
Withdrawing fully only to plunge in again, Rin realized her tormentor was not going to make this quick. He reared back, looking down at the horror she knew was fully in her eyes, then thrust into her again. Each attack left her feeling ripped open anew, and she could find no way to resist or ease the abuse. Her cries seemed only to inspire further cruelty. He bent to sink his teeth into her jaw as he began to drive into her in earnest, thrusting as deep and hard as he could, tearing at the flesh of her arms with his claws, and feasting on her with fanged pleasure. Rin had no choice but to surrender her body, and with it, her will. Her consciousness soon followed into blankness.
The red-eyed demon continued to ride her, heedless of the way her body slackened and the shift in her scent. He took his prey and relished her fear as well as her inevitable surrender. He knew in his demon soul that it was right that the weak must submit to the strong, that this human should be used at his whim and destroyed upon impulse. Claiming a human this way reflected his demon omnipotence back to him, and he took pleasure in it.
The pleasure shifted suddenly, however, when Sesshomaru’s climax hit him. He roared as it rocked his body, but it brought with it something wrong, a feeling of doubleness within him. There was the self that rode the wave of gratifying power, filling the human with his rush of fluid release. And there was another self, raging against the satisfaction, resisting the desire to kill the human now that he had taken his fill of her body.
Sesshomaru rose and released his grip on Rin, who lay, pale and still. He focused and cleared his gaze, and then there was a searing pain that tore his split selves apart. He watched his seed, mixed with blood, drip from between her legs. His body returned fully to his control, and he fell to his knees to take Rin into his arms.
New Beginnings
Author’s Note: Yes, I was cruel to tease you with that half-lemon. This chapter is far crueler. But if you go through the hurt with me, I promise the comfort before the story ends. And I know there are some of you for whom the pain is where the pleasure lies. I am grateful for both kinds of readers.
Chapter 4
Self-control streamed from Rin’s body like blood from a fatal wound. How many times could he close himself off from her, physically and emotionally, and expect her to have enough blood, enough breath, enough love to survive? How much more submission was enough to prove herself worthy to know him? The answer to her questions came in the single, desperate word she cried out: “No!”
Sesshomaru stopped dead.
Rin’s blood pounded in her ears. She had risen to her feet and now stood, bravely facing her lord and mate, his beautiful, unbending form silhouetted against the moon. She would not coax, beg, or cry. She could not say why she had reached a turning point at this time, but a turning point it was. This was far from the first time his mood had shifted suddenly and radically. And she had always responded with understanding. He had slept apart from her as many nights as he had spent with her since they had become mates. And she had accepted this as necessary to him. He kept his thoughts and feelings from her unless his scent betrayed him. And she had respected this as his nature.
This was the incomparable daiyokai who had saved her life when he could have so easily left her for dead, who had kept her with him when he could have sent her away, who had rescued her rather than surrender her to those, like Naraku, who had so easily used her for bait. She was such a sad, weak child and he had given her life, hope, and returned her voice to her. From that dumb, broken girl she had grown into a strong, capable woman. And how did she use her abilities, her voice? She did not. She let herself be silenced again and again, returned to that dependent state when a true mate would rise to the challenge and demand more—for them both.
Less frantically, with greater confidence and a death-defying love, she repeated, “No.” She was not asking, she was not pleading. In this one word, she was asserting her will.
Sesshomaru spun to face her. But it was not Sesshomaru. This was a true demon, filled with unreasoning rage. The deceptively calm demeanor she saw in his eyes, even in the heat of battle, was gone now, replaced by an animal she did not know. His body was taut, like a bow about to unleash an arrow into her heart. His smell was dark and thick; it burned her nostrils and forced its way into her lungs. His mouth twisted into a smile and his fangs shone in the moonlight. His eyes shot fire from their golden depths, and she watched in horror as they turned to red. An unearthly growl surfaced from his throat, and before she could move he was upon her.
As she was thrown to the earth, her head struck the ground, hard. There was a flash behind her eyes, and she struggled against pain and dizziness to attempt some control over her body. Extended claws dug into her arms and began to pierce the skin. His weight was upon her thighs. As she managed to focus again, she met the appalling sight of narrowed, blood-red eyes above an tight, feral grin. “Sesshomaru-sama,” she whimpered, once again a terrified child.
The daiyokai did not answer, merely shifted his lithe, menacing body and kicked her legs wide with a knee. Rin’s fists clenched, and she wished she could close her eyes. But she could not. She had wanted to see more of her mate, hadn’t she? To know him truly, fully?
She nearly passed out from the throbbing in her head and the overpowering aura that reeked from Sesshomaru’s every pore, but as he positioned himself to enter her, she knew she would not escape this moment in unconsciousness. Hilting his rigid, swollen shaft within her in a single lunge, Sesshomaru’s howl of conquest arced to triumph over the shrill scream torn from Rin’s very soul.
Withdrawing fully only to plunge in again, Rin realized her tormentor was not going to make this quick. He reared back, looking down at the horror she knew was fully in her eyes, then thrust into her again. Each attack left her feeling ripped open anew, and she could find no way to resist or ease the abuse. Her cries seemed only to inspire further cruelty. He bent to sink his teeth into her jaw as he began to drive into her in earnest, thrusting as deep and hard as he could, tearing at the flesh of her arms with his claws, and feasting on her with fanged pleasure. Rin had no choice but to surrender her body, and with it, her will. Her consciousness soon followed into blankness.
The red-eyed demon continued to ride her, heedless of the way her body slackened and the shift in her scent. He took his prey and relished her fear as well as her inevitable surrender. He knew in his demon soul that it was right that the weak must submit to the strong, that this human should be used at his whim and destroyed upon impulse. Claiming a human this way reflected his demon omnipotence back to him, and he took pleasure in it.
The pleasure shifted suddenly, however, when Sesshomaru’s climax hit him. He roared as it rocked his body, but it brought with it something wrong, a feeling of doubleness within him. There was the self that rode the wave of gratifying power, filling the human with his rush of fluid release. And there was another self, raging against the satisfaction, resisting the desire to kill the human now that he had taken his fill of her body.
Sesshomaru rose and released his grip on Rin, who lay, pale and still. He focused and cleared his gaze, and then there was a searing pain that tore his split selves apart. He watched his seed, mixed with blood, drip from between her legs. His body returned fully to his control, and he fell to his knees to take Rin into his arms.