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The date had started beautifully. He’d picked her up at eight, greeted her with a lovely bouquet of lilies – her favorite flower – and took her to a nice Italian restaurant across town. Hiten was the perfect gentleman: pulling out her chair for her, asking her what type of wine she’d like, and giving her his undivided attention while she prattled on about some topic or another. Kagome had lost count of how many times he’d complimented her on her look tonight and his charming smile had the annoying tendency to make her blush.
Yes, Kagome was really starting to think that it was a good thing she hadn’t heeded all of the horror stories she’d heard and read about Tinder. She was actually sort of glad she’d decided to bite the bullet and download the infamous dating app.
But then, after dinner, Hiten invited her to a bar to meet some of his friends and have a couple of drinks. Reluctant to end what was shaping up to be a wonderful night, Kagome agreed. And that was when Kagome realized that all those horror stories were probably, maybe, something to take more serious note of.
Because as the night wore on, Hiten’s behavior was starting to change. At first it was subtle; a brush of his hand against her hip; his charming smile slowly taking on a bit of a sly edge; his comments about her appearance becoming a bit more suggestive. At first Kagome didn’t think much of it, telling herself it was just the alcohol that was making him a bit bolder.
But then as the hour dragged on, and Hiten started tossing back numerous shots of vodka with “the boys” as he called them, her date’s previously gentlemanly nature was nowhere to be seen. He became extremely handsy, pulling at her hips, purposely grabbing her ass with a haughty smirk, and generally making sure she stayed within touching distance of him at all times. His speech was riddled with swears, crude remarks, and very suggestive comments about her appearance that made her flush in a mixture of embarrassment and anger. The laughter of his friends always seemed to embolden him and he’d even tried to kiss her once. Kagome had barely managed to turn her head in time, hoping the action wouldn’t anger him. Hiten had merely laughed, smacked her ass, and ordered another round of vodka.
Needless to say, Kagome was starting to realize that she was becoming yet another statistic of Tinder horror stories and vowed to delete the damned app once she was safely back home in her apartment. She’d have already done so already if she weren’t too busy fending off Hiten’s unwanted advances and pretending she wasn’t absolutely disgusted at his vile behavior. She didn’t know what exactly had caused this unwanted change – the alcohol, being around his friends, the rowdy atmosphere of the bar.
She didn’t particularly care, though. Right now, she just wanted to go home, take a hot bath, change into some comfy sweats, and forget the date from hell had ever happened. Maybe have a glass of wine and eat some junk food while watching serial killer documentaries.
Forcing another smile as Hiten made yet another inappropriate joke regarding her assets, inciting raucous laughter from his friends, Kagome tried to once again inconspicuously inch away from her date. For the past half an hour he’d been insisting she stand between his spread knees where he sat on a barstool at the bar. A possessive hand on her hip or an arm around her waist ensured she stayed where he wanted her while he conversed and drank, and he only released her if he used his hands to talk or took his turn playing pool. It was annoying, but Kagome tolerated it only because she feared she would tip him off of her rapidly growing disinterest if she didn’t. She had no idea if Hiten was a violent drunk when angry and she had absolutely no desire to find out.
Hiten reeled her back in and Kagome swallowed a sigh of annoyed frustration. He tossed back another shot, released a belch, and immediately ordered another round. Kagome tried very hard to hide the disgust on her face, turning her head away to stare longingly at the door. If only she could escape long enough to make a single phone call…
“You’ve barely touched your drink, sweetheart,” Hiten commented, nodding to the nearly full cocktail he’d ordered for her long ago. Kagome had to admit—she was a little impressed that his speech wasn’t the least bit slurred despite how much alcohol he’d consumed.
The drink in question was pink and smelled like cotton candy. Way too sweet for Kagome’s tastes, but she wasn’t about to admit that.
“Oh,” she said and hoped her smile didn’t look forced as she shrugged. “I guess I’m still full from dinner. It’s good, though.”
To emphasis the lie, Kagome brought the drink to her lips and took a minuscule sip, trying very hard not to cringe at the overly sweet taste. Ugh. Was there even any alcohol in this farce of a beverage?
Thankfully Hiten accepted her answer and grunted. “I gotta piss,” he announced and stood up.
Kagome seized the opportunity to step away from him, but didn’t get very far before he slung an arm around her shoulders and tugged her into him. He grinned down at her with hooded eyes. Kagome tried not to squirm at the blatant intent in that lustful gaze.
“You stay right here, sweetheart,” he mumbled and licked his lips. “I’ll be right back and then we can blow this joint and have some real fun. Yeah?”
Kagome’s stomach plummeted. Hiten didn’t wait for a reply and winked at her before swaggering away toward the rest rooms, not a single waver or stumble in his gait.
She didn’t waste any time. With only a glance to make sure his friends were distracted by their game of pool, Kagome beat feet toward the door of the establishment the instant her date from hell disappeared inside the men’s bathroom. Her phone was already out of her purse and in her hand by the time she made it outside, finger swiping to wake up the screen and unlock it. One tap to access her favorites, a swipe to call, and then—
Kagome paused, and then muttered a curse. Biting her lip, she looked over her shoulder at the door she’d just exited then move to the side, out of sight. She didn’t want Hiten or one of his friends catching a glimpse of her through the glass window. She looked back down at her phone and frowned, teeth worrying her bottom lip.
She’d been about to dial her brother and ask he come get her, because she knew he would. Though only a year older than herself, Miroku was fiercely protective of her and took her safety very seriously. If she said she felt uncomfortable, Kagome knew her brother would drop everything and go to her, even in spite of the late hour and she adored him for it.
The thing was, though, Miroku was currently out of town. It was his three-year anniversary with his girlfriend and her best friend Sango, so he was unable to rescue her. Of course, if Kagome did call despite it being the middle of the night, she knew he’d still come get her, and that was precisely why Kagome hesitated to call him now.
She didn’t want to ruin their trip with her SOS. Miroku had made reservations for the hotel they were staying at months in advance, had planned out everything to the T, and Kagome was loathe to ruin all his carefully laid plans just to come pick her up because of a bad date. And besides, her brother was at least one hundred miles away. He wouldn’t be here for an hour at the least, and Kagome didn’t want to wait that long to escape. She highly doubted Hiten planned to leave her alone for that long either and the thought made her feeling decidedly uneasy.
Kagome only deliberated for a moment before going into her favorites once more and swiping her finger across a different name, this time with zero hesitation. She tried to ignore the way her heart thudded in her chest as his name came up on the screen, biting down on her lip as she brought her phone to her ear. Nervously she looked around as it rang, praying she’d be able to finish the call before Hiten realized she was gone and came looking for her.
Kagome fidgeted as the ringing continued in her ear, her fingers tightening their grip on her phone. Please…please pick up…please…
Click. “Mika?”
Relief swept through her swiftly at the rough voice saying her childhood nickname and she closed her eyes, her breath leaving her lungs in a stuttering sigh. “Yash,” she whispered, swallowing the lump in her throat.
Inuyasha Takahashi – or Yash, as she’d called him since she was a kid – was Miroku’s best friend, and like a second brother to her. She and Miroku basically grew up with the half-demon as he’d lived just across the street from their childhood home. They’d gone to school together, played together, had forged a bond between the three of them that would forever remain steadfast. Inuyasha was just as protective of her as her biological brother was, and Kagome knew she could always count on him in a situation like the one she was currently in.
She’d gotten the nickname Mika from him when she was seven and he was ten. She’d wanted to dress as a traditional priestess for Halloween and she’d learned the official name for one was miko. She’d proudly showed off her costume, made lovingly by their hardworking mother, to her brother and his best friend.
“What’re you even s’posed to be?” Inuyasha asked, wrinkling his nose at her.
“I’m a miko!” Kagome proudly answered, twirling around in her robes with a bright smile. “Mama made it!”
Inuyasha snorted and crossed his arms over his red-clad chest. He was clothed in traditional attire as well, a crimson suikan paired with hakama in the same shade. A fake sword was tied at his waist, a prop he’d wielded and chased Kagome around with twice before.
“You look weird,” he proclaimed and smirked at the glare she shot him.
“I do not,” she returned and stuck her tongue out at him.
“What’s a mika anyway?” Inuyasha asked, purposely mispronouncing the name just to rile her up.
“It’s miko,” Kagome stressed, hands on her hips and her face screwed into a pout. Inuyasha thought she looked cute. But of course would never admit it. “And Mama says it means shrine maiden or priestess, dummy.”
Inuyasha scowled. “I’m not a dummy.” He paused. “Mika.”
Kagome stomped her foot. “It’s miko!”
“Mika!” Inuyasha exclaimed, pointing a clawed finger at her with a toothy grin.
“Inuyasha!” Kagome whined and fisted her tiny hands as she scowled at him. “It’s miko! Stop saying it like that!”
“Mika, mika, mika!” Unsheathing his fake sword, Inuyasha wielded it above his head and once more chased the seven-year-old Kagome around her backyard. Kagome’s indignant shrieks quickly turned into peals of laughter.
From then on, Inuyasha teased Kagome by calling her Mika. Neither of them really knew when it had become a sort of unofficial nickname for her, but Kagome was so used to it by now it was weird if he called her by anything else.
On the other end of the line, Kagome heard a rustling sound. “Mika?” he said again, sounding more alert. Kagome wondered if she’d woken him up. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
A trembling smile worked its way onto her lips. He’d always had the uncanny ability to detect whenever she was distressed. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, hoping he didn’t detect the waver in her voice. “Did I wake you?”
“Kagome.” She flinched, recognizing that tone. “What’s wrong.” It was not a question that time.
Releasing a shuddering breath, Kagome once more looked toward the bar door. “Can—can you come pick me up, please? I’m on a date with a guy I met and I’m…I’m uncomfortable, Yash. I don’t like how he’s acting.”
“Done,” Inuyasha immediately answered and Kagome smiled as her knees went weak in relief. She knew she could count on him. “Where are you? Did he do anything? Has he touched you?”
She heard more rustling noises and surmised he was getting dressed. Kagome tried very hard not to think about that as she answered two of his questions.
“He hasn’t done anything,” she said, wincing a little. It was a bit of a lie, but she didn’t want to tell him about Hiten’s inappropriate comments and suggestive remarks. She certainly didn’t want to say he’d been touching her all night. “I’m at that bar on the corner of 56th and Blackwood. Tusslo’s?”
Kagome didn’t really understand why, but Inuyasha hated it whenever a guy put a hand on her for whatever reason. Well, a guy that wasn’t Miroku, anyway. He always threatened to dismember whoever had dared touch her, and Kagome had always told herself to not look too much into it. She knew what she wanted it to mean, but could never bring herself to believe her feelings were mutual. He saw her as a little sister and was only looking out for her safety. That’s all.
Her feelings of friendship had turned into a crush sometime around when she was fifteen, but at the time Inuyasha had been dating a girl named Kikyou so she’d kept her feelings to herself. As they aged, her feelings had grown with them until her crush was much deeper and more profound. Inuyasha had had several girlfriends throughout their teenage years, going on and off with Kikyou numerous times, until finally in their twenties, he had more hookups than real relationships. Not once had he ever hinted that he felt the same for her, and Kagome never wanted to ruin what they had, so she kept her feelings locked away. She suspected Miroku was privy to her feelings, but he never said anything, and she was content pretending she didn’t know he knew.
And besides, he was her brother’s best friend. She wasn’t allowed to have feelings for him…right?
“I know where that is,” Inuyasha rumbled from the other end. She heard the sound of a zipper and her cheeks warmed at the implication. “Tell me he hasn’t touched you, Mika. Because I swear to fuck if he has—”
Kagome winced again and bit her lip, blue eyes flicking to the floor as she edged a little further into the shadows of the building. “Just—please hurry? I’m outside and I don’t know when he’ll come looking for me.”
On the other end, Inuyasha cursed and she heard the familiar sound of leather that time as he no doubt shrugged on his jacket. “Alright—shit. You stay outside and hide if you see him, you understand?”
Kagome swallowed hard and nodded. “O-okay. Thanks, Yash.”
“That’s my girl,” he said and butterflies erupted in her stomach. “I’ll be there in ten. Hang tight, Mika. I’m coming.”
He disconnected and Kagome released a trembling breath, closing her eyes as she pressed a hand to her chest. She leaned against the shadowed wall of the bar and prayed Inuyasha made it to her before Hiten sought her out. Kagome thought it just short of a miracle that her date hadn’t come looking for her yet considering the fact that he hadn’t let her leave his side all night. Perhaps the amount of booze he’d consumed was taking more of an effect on him than she realized, or maybe he just assumed she’d gone to the bathroom herself.
Tucking her phone back into her purse, Kagome wrapped her arms around herself and anxiously eyed the door to the bar. She didn’t know what she would do if Hiten walked out and spotted her before Inuyasha arrived. Much bigger and stronger than herself, she knew he could easily overpower and force her into his car.
The possibilities of what could happen beyond that made her physically sick so Kagome tried not to think about it, instead focusing her attention on the vacant street before her but still aware of who exited through the door to her right. For it being a little after midnight on a Thursday night, the street was mostly deserted with a car only passing through every ten minutes or so.
There was a slight chill in the air that made Kagome wish she’d brought a jacket because no way in hell she was going back inside. Sure, she could hide out in the bathroom until Inuyasha arrived, but that put her at risk of Hiten hindering her escape, and she wanted to avoid that by any means necessary. Plus, Inuyasha had told her to stay outside so it made it easier for him, too. So if it meant withstanding the bite in the air for a little while longer, so be it. Kagome would happily suffer through a cold if it meant making it home safely with only a bad memory of one of the worst dates in history.
Thankfully, Kagome only had to stand there shivering for an additional four minutes before the dull roar of an engine reverberated in the silence of the air. Instantly Kagome straightened and whipped her head around to stare in the direction it was coming from, blue eyes fixated at the empty intersection with the blinking yellow traffic light. The dull roar became steadily louder until suddenly the source of it whipped around the corner at a speed that was definitely not recommended and Kagome held her breath in reactive concern to the daring stunt.
Straddling a sleek motorcycle of red and black, the motorist expertly maneuvered the bike to stay upright as he sped down the street toward his destination, only slowing when he was near enough to spot the woman standing outside waiting for him. Hardly noticing the cold anymore, Kagome watched as the motorist performed a wide U-turn in the deserted street and then sidled up to the curb before the bar and cut the engine.
Kagome was already walking toward him as he propped the kickstand and swung his leg over the bike while yanking his helmet off. Amber collided with deep blue and the concern in his eyes had Kagome offering a trembling, but genuine smile. Clawed hands set the helmet on the seat and then he was striding over to her, meeting her halfway. Suddenly he was there, hands touching her shoulders, her arms, her hair, gaze frantically looking her up and down and Kagome felt breathless for an entirely new reason.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Inuyasha immediately fired off before Kagome could even open her mouth, foregoing any sort of greeting in favor of making sure she was okay. Even though his nose detected no incriminating scents that alluded to her being in any sort of pain, he still frowned at how cold her skin was. Without a word, he shrugged out of his jacket.
His obvious concern had Kagome feeling warm despite the chill in the air and she offered a tiny smile. “I’m fine, Yash, I promise,” she told him, not protesting when he draped his leather jacket over her shoulders. Kagome sighed as warmth seeped into her skin and she gratefully shoved her arms through the sleeves.
Though his shoulders lost some of their tension at her answer, he was still frowning as he asked, “You sure?”
At her nod, he released a breath and fought the urge to gather her into his arms in a bone-crushing hug of relief. He’d been on edge since the instant she’d admitted to being uncomfortable because of some jerkwad of a date and Inuyasha knew he’d broken a few traffic laws in his haste to get to her. Should he be a little concerned over the strength of his reaction considering she was his best friend’s sister? Probably. Did he in actuality give a shit?
Fuck no.
Inuyasha didn’t know when the platonic feelings he’d held for Kagome since they were brats turned into something a bit deeper, but if he had to guess, he’d say probably around that time he accidentally saw her in nothing but a towel when he was seventeen. He was coming up the stairs after getting some snacks from the kitchen for he and Miroku and she was coming out of the bathroom amidst a cloud of jasmine-scented steam. He’d stopped short as Kagome, blissfully unaware of her audience, had disappeared into her bedroom and for the next thirty-seven minutes thereafter his brain was only capable of producing a single word.
Tits.
Jesus fucking Christ, when had Kagome grown tits? Without him realizing it, his innocent little Mika had become a woman right before his eyes and it was from that point on that Inuyasha started seeing Kagome, the girl he’d always thought of his little sister, in a much different light than before. Sure, he’d been dating Kikyou at the time, but his feelings for her had never moved beyond strong attraction and a deep-seeded fondness. She’d eventually figured it out and broke off things for good with him when he was eighteen, but she kept coming back to him for sex and he never said no. People around them always misconstrued their sleeping together as them getting back together and they never bothered to correct them. It was just easier that way.
But through it all, as Inuyasha left his teenage years behind and entered his twenties, he stuck close by Kagome and suddenly he was noticing so many things about her that he hadn’t before. How she wrinkled her nose when she was frustrated. How she bit her lip when she was nervous. The way her face lit up whenever she saw him, the way her skirt fluttered about her thighs, or the way her bottom lip thrust into a pout whenever she was displeased with something.
Inuyasha wasn’t stupid, and nor was he in denial. He knew what all of that meant. He also knew it was a line he couldn’t cross because, again, best friend’s kid sister. He was pretty sure Miroku would blow a fuse if he ever tried to hit on her, but more importantly, he was also pretty sure Kagome didn’t feel that way about him, anyhow. She saw him as another big brother, someone she could rely on in sticky situations – case in point, the one she was in now – and he never, ever, wanted to take advantage of her like that. He cared for her too much to ever do that to her, and he cherished what they had.
That’s not to say he wouldn’t fucking jump at the chance to be with her if she ever started hinting she felt the same, to hell with what Miroku thought about it. But until that ever happened, which he was confident would be never, Inuyasha was content to watch over her from the sidelines as an unofficial big brother and be there for her in times of need. And scare off any poor asshole that dared fuck with her.
And speaking of which…
Satisfied his Mika was alright, Inuyasha nodded once and then his expression abruptly darkened as he aimed a scowl toward the establishment behind her.
“Where is he?” he growled, dropping his hands from her shoulders as he stepped around her. “I’ll fucking—”
“Yash.” A small hand grabbed his shirt and he stopped, dropping his gaze to find her staring up at him with pleading ocean eyes. “Please. I just wanna go home.”
The wind was abruptly taken right out of his sails in a gusty sigh. Far be it for him to ever deny her anything. Wordlessly Inuyasha grabbed her hand and drew her in to press a kiss to her forehead. Kagome sighed and squeezed his hand.
“Anything for you, Mika,” he murmured and started leading her toward his bike. “Let’s go.”
“Hey!” a male voice barked out from behind them. Inuyasha knew exactly who it was judging by the way Kagome stiffened beside him.
Schooling his features and trying to quell the pissed off growl building in his chest, Inuyasha turned around to face the fucker that called out to them, arms crossed. Kagome edged herself further behind him and grabbed a handful of his shirt.
Hiten was stalking toward them with a scowl planted firmly on his face, his gaze flicking back and forth between the two of them for a few seconds before directing a glare toward his absentee date. He thought she’d been in the bathroom this entire time and it turns out she’s outside with this half-breed mongrel? What the fuck?
Completely disregarding the thunderous growl that was steadily rising in volume the closer he got, Hiten reached out and snagged his date’s wrist in a vice like grip, ignoring her gasp. “Where the fuck do you think—”
One second the ballsy bastard had a hold of Kagome’s slender wrist, and suddenly the next clawed fingers were wrapped in a bone-crushing grip around his own wrist, claws digging into skin and forcing the hold on Kagome’s wrist to slacken enough where she could jerk away. Hiten looked up to find furious golden eyes glowering down at him and lips pulled back to reveal sharp fangs bared in a fearsome snarl.
“You touch her again,” Inuyasha growled, tightening his grip and reveling in the other demon’s hiss of discomfort, “and I will end you.”
While the fucker in front of him merely scowled at the threat, Inuyasha heard a softly uttered gasp from behind him and he resisted the urge to look over his shoulder to see her reaction. Hiten hardly looked fazed, merely curling his lip and emitting a derisive snort as he managed to successfully yank his wrist free.
“Tch. Whatever,” the thunder demon muttered, abruptly deciding the pussy couldn’t be that good if she was giving it to lowly half-breeds. He leveled his once date with a look of disgust before turning away. “Fuckin’ prude, anyway.”
He missed the middle finger aimed at his back by his aforementioned date as he disappeared back inside the bar and the masculine snort of amusement that followed shortly after.
“Prick,” Kagome muttered and Inuyasha couldn’t contain the low chuckle that time. She smiled sheepishly at him and he quirked a grin at her.
“C’mon,” he murmured and draped his arm over her shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”
A few short moments later, Kagome was settled on the bike behind Inuyasha, wearing the helmet he’d specifically for her – it was pink and she loved it – and her arms wrapped tightly around his waist as he navigated the empty streets. They were both silent, neither feeling the need to say anything—not that they could hear anything said over the wind, anyway.
And maybe it was from the brief adrenalin rush she received upon hearing Inuyasha threaten Hiten if he touched her again, maybe it was because of the powerful bike she was straddling, or maybe it was being so intimately pressed up against Inuyasha, but whatever it was, Kagome was feeling bold. She wanted to slip her hands beneath his shirt and touch his delicious abs. She wanted to fondle his chest and tease the skin at the waistline of his jeans. She wanted to grab a fistful of his shirt and press herself so tightly against him he could feel every inch of her.
So she did.
She didn’t let herself think about the fact that he was her brother’s best friend and he didn’t see her that way. Kagome didn’t even care if this would come back to bite her in the ass later, that she could potentially ruin their friendship with her advances. No, the only thing Kagome cared about at that moment was the feeling of warm, smooth skin as she slipped the fingers of one hand beneath his shirt to skim across his stomach while the other lifted to clutch the collar of his shirt. She felt Inuyasha tense against her but said nothing and made no move to stop her.
Emboldened, and knowing that Inuyasha was enough of an experienced motorcyclist to stop her if he really wanted to, Kagome continued her devious desire. Scooting herself even closer to him and pressing flush against his beck with a subtle roll of her hips, she splayed her palm flat against his abdomen. What happened next Kagome was absolutely not expecting, but she was thrilled about it all the same.
Coming to a stop at a red light, Inuyasha exhaled roughly and leaned back in the seat, loving the feeling of Kagome’s tits pressed right up against his back. He reached back with one hand to palm the back of her helmet, keeping her close, while the other dropped onto her thigh and squeezed. He had no idea what the hell had come over her, but fuck if he was complaining. He already had a semi thanks to her teasing little touches and if she kept this up, he knew he’d be rock hard by the time he dropped her off. That was the last thing he wanted to do if that was the case, however. Because if his Mika was finally showing signs of interest, then maybe…
Maybe…
Caught up in the moment, reveling in the feeling of his strong hand on her thigh and the growl she could feel reverberate in his chest, Kagome hardly noticed when the light turned green. She completely missed the fact that he went straight instead of turning left toward her apartment, too busy wondering if she could manage to unbutton his fly without him noticing. And she was way too distracted by the feeling of his hand moving higher up on her thigh to notice the way he slowly increased their speed until he was going over the city limit.
Kagome was content to remain blissfully lost in her haze of seduction, knowing she’d have to put good use of her vibrator when she got home but also really looking forward to it with the new very good fantasy material she’d gotten from her daring impulse. Good thing she’d just bought a fresh pack of batteries—
Inuyasha’s hand abruptly left her thigh and with it came the realization that her little seduction trip was over. They’d arrived at their destination – her apartment – and now he was waiting for her to dismount so he could leave and get on with his night. They would both pretend it had never happened to save face and not let any awkwardness come between them. She’d give him back his jacket, he’d wish her a good night, and tomorrow things would go back to normal like it had never happened.
Which was for the best, Kagome knew. They’d had their forbidden fun, however brief it was, and now it was time to go back to real life. Smiling wryly, Kagome sighed and swiftly dismounted the bike with practiced ease. It was only after she took her helmet off did she realize…this was not her driveway. And…that was not her apartment house.
Kagome blinked and a small frown of confusion knit her brow as she swung her gaze toward her hanyou companion. Like he’d been waiting for her eyes to settle on him, Inuyasha cut the engine, propped the kickstand, and swung his leg over the bike in an easy dismount. With both hands, he yanked his helmet off and Kagome was met with the full intensity of twin pools of darkened honey as he carelessly dropped his helmet to the ground and purposely strode toward her.
Instinctively Kagome took a stop back as her heart started doing double-time in her chest. “I-Inuyasha…? This…isn’t my—”
“You can’t touch me like that and expect me not to drive anywhere other than my place,” he cut her off in a voice laden with intent.
Kagome gasped and attempted to take another step back but suddenly he was in front of her and she couldn’t move. Wide ocean eyes stared up into heated amber and Kagome’s breath caught in her throat.
“Do you want me?” Inuyasha asked, his voice a low, pleasant rumble that rolled across her skin like a physical caress.
Kagome shuddered. “We…can’t—”
“That’s not what I asked, Mika.” He leaned in, not once taking his eyes off of hers. Kagome withheld a needy whimper at the feeling of his breath fanning over her lips.
“Do. You. Want. Me.”
Knees trembling, heart pounding, and breath quickening, Kagome stared into his eyes and whispered, “Yes.”
Kagome’s only warning was a low growl before a clawed hand was wrapped around her throat and she was dragged into a hard, demanding kiss that stole the breath directly from her lungs. She gasped and a tongue not her own swept inside her mouth, licking and tasting and teasing with such possessive intent it had Kagome squeezing her thighs together in reactive arousal. She clung to him, hands fisting his shirt as he thoroughly explored her mouth while Kagome did her best to reciprocate, kissing him back with equal passion and vigor that had him growling in heady approval against her lips.
“Yash,” Kagome whimpered as fangs nipped at her lips and clawed hands dropped to palm her ass beneath her skirt. “W-why…”
“Shh,” Inuyasha gently shushed her and bent his knees to slide his hands beneath her thighs then abruptly lift her up against him. Kagome gasped and he stole the sound, slanting his mouth over hers in a hot, short kiss. “Trust me, baby.”
“I do,” she admitted breathlessly as he started walking. “But I thought…”
“I’ve always wanted you, Mika,” Inuyasha confessed in a heated growl as he pressed her up against the front door to his house and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his hips. “I dunno what miracle made you decide to let me know now of all times, but fuck, I ain’t complainin’.”
Impatiently he shoved her skirt up her thighs and groaned when the heat of her core met his denim-covered cock. Hands on her hips, he guided her into a hard, slow grind that had her releasing a gasping moan as he blazed a path of hot kisses along the slender column of her neck.
Clinging to his shoulders, flushed, panting, and trying desperately to think beyond the ever mounting need to release, Kagome moaned again as the hard ridge of his erection ground against the already soaked crotch of her panties. She was positively on cloud nine, both metaphorically and emotionally, as she’d never felt pleasure quite like this before. God, but Kagome never would have expected Inuyasha to want her back with the same intensity she wanted him, and the fact that she was quite literally riding the evidence of his desire made this so much better than even her wildest and raunchiest fantasy.
“H-how long…?” Kagome attempted to ask, needed to know how long he’d wanted her for, but the feeling of his clothed cock grinding against her sensitive clit had a soft cry of pleasure cutting off her words.
“Shh, baby,” Inuyasha gently shushed her again, hands coming up to tenderly cradle her face as he took her lips in a soft kiss. “That doesn’t matter now. Let’s just have this moment, yeah? You and me, Mika. Then later we can talk, I promise.”
Hands moving to cradle the back of his neck, Kagome graced him with a trembling but loving smile. She nodded once and was rewarded with a kiss that quickly grew in intensity, teeth nipping, tongues licking, heated little growls and whimpers echoing into the night air. Clawed hands dropped back down to her hips and teased the inside of her thighs with light strokes.
“That’s a good girl,” Inuyasha growled, honeyed eyes staring directly into darkened blue with a knowing glint. Kagome gasped as a fresh wave of liquid heat damped her already drenched panties, blushing hotly at Inuyasha’s low chuckle.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he asked, not expecting an answer as he dragged his claws closer to her pussy. “You like it when I call you a good girl. And that’s what you are. You’re my good girl, aren’t you, baby?”
Instead of answering him – even though he was one hundred percent correct – Kagome uttered another rasping moan and reached between them to tug at the button of his fly.
“Yash,” she whispered, biting her lip and deliberately fluttering her fingers over the hard bulge in his jeans. “Please. I want…”
Grunting, Inuyasha seized her wandering hand, laid a sweet kiss to her palm, then placed it back on his shoulder. “Not tonight, pretty girl,” he said then leaned forward to kiss her pouting lips. “You’re not ready for what I want from you yet.” Quickly he bit off the claws of two of his fingers before swiftly replacing his hand between her legs.
Kagome whined, clearly displeased, and he chuckled before giving a gentle nip to her bottom lip. “Don’t worry,” he soothed and tugged aside the drenched crotch of her panties, exposing the glistening folds of her pussy. “I won’t be leaving you unsatisfied. Because you’re gonna be a good girl and come all over my hand, aren’t you, baby?”
With that, and before Kagome could even form a reply, Inuyasha promptly plunged his clawless fingers into her wet heat and reveled in her cry of surprised pleasure. Groaning, he crushed her mouth beneath his own, swallowing her sounds of pleasure as his hand developed a steady pace between her thighs, fingers thrusting while his thumb paid homage to her clit.
He knew it wouldn’t be long at all – fuck, he’d smelled how wet she was even during the ride here – but he still wanted to make this one of the best goddamn orgasms of her life. And there would be more. He’d make damn sure of that.
“That’s it,” Inuyasha praised, heated golden eyes watching in rapt attention as Kagome writhed and panted and moaned against him, fingers digging into his shoulders as her body bucked and her hips rolled into his hand. “Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby. Yeah, ride my hand, just like that. I know you wanna come all over my hand. C’mon, Mika. Do it. Come for me.”
Emitting a low, heady growl, Inuyasha angled his hand so that the heel of his palm ground against her clit with every inward stroke of his fingers into her hot core. He fucked her faster, increasing the pace until Kagome had to bite down on his shoulder to stifle her cry of completion as she did exactly as she was told and came all over his hand.
Feeling like he was about to come in his pants like a goddamn teenager but forcing himself to ignore it, Inuyasha released a long, rough breath and laughed softly as Kagome slumped bonelessly against him with a quiet whimper. Emitting a soothing rumble, he carefully withdrew his hand from her thighs and wrapped her up in his arms, burying his nose in her hair. She smelled like her, him, sex, and the smallest hint of that asshole Hiten. But no matter; a shower would take care of that.
“Good girl, Mika,” he rasped and kissed her head. “You were such a good girl for me.”
Kagome made a soft noise of appreciation and snuggled against him, arms draped lazily over his shoulders.
Another soft laugh. “You good?”
“Hmmm.”
Shaking his head, but feeling infinitely proud, Inuyasha made sure she was secured tightly against him before stepping away from his door. Though it was the dead of night, he was still glad nobody passed by to witness their very public act of indecency. He was a little surprised Kagome even allowed him to do that on his fucking doorstep of all places, but you know. Waste not, want not. Or whatever. Is that even what one said in these types of situations? Or was it something else…
Kagome made a soft, sleepy noise into his neck, abruptly detailing Inuyasha’s very strange train of thought – seriously, what the fuck – and brought it back to the present. Shaking his head, Inuyasha finally entered his home and locked the door behind him. He’d turned the kitchen light on before leaving to go rescue his Mika and the soft glow illuminated the hallway as he made his way toward the bathroom.
Drowsy but not yet asleep, Kagome roused from her light doze when her hanyou set her down. She blinked at him as he crouched in front of her and realized he’d carried her to the bathroom and she was sitting on the closed toilet. Confused but happy to be with him nonetheless, she smiled at him and was gratified when he returned it
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he murmured, loving the way she stared at him with tired, but completely trusting eyes. Gently he grasped her chin in his fingers and stroked the soft skin of her bottom lip with his thumb. “You’re gonna take a shower and get rid of that asshole’s scent that’s still lingering on you. I won’t have you coming to my bed smelling like another man. Understand?”
Kagome’s eyes widened the slightest bit as she nodded her acquiescence. She’d been planning on showering anyway when she got home, so it was a reasonable request. Besides, she didn’t want any evidence of that horrible date and the man responsible left on her any more than he did.
Inuyasha nodded, satisfied. “Leave your clothes in here and I’ll find something else for you to wear. Extra toothbrush in the cabinet above the sink if you wanna brush your teeth. Bedroom when you’re done. Say you understand.”
“I understand,” she replied, eager to please him. He smiled at her again and warmth bloomed in her chest as a soft flush of pleasure colored her cheeks.
“Good girl,” he said and her smile widened. With a gentle kiss to her forehead, Inuyasha stood and left the bathroom, leaving her to her own devices. It didn’t escape her notice that he left the door open a crack and she didn’t bother closing it all the way before she started undressing.
Fifteen minutes later, freshly showered and smelling like Inuyasha’s favorite Old Spice bodywash, Kagome emerged from the shower to discover her hanyou host had put some towels on the toilet seat and had also provided something for to her wear as promised. She dried off quickly and quite happily donned the large t-shirt and boxers he loaned her. The shirt smelled like him and she took a moment to indulge herself by shoving her nose into the fabric and inhaling deeply. Then she giggled to herself for about two minutes before brushing her teeth and exiting the bathroom.
Per his instructions, she made her way to the bedroom and found him lounging in bed scrolling on his phone, donned in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants. His gaze flicked toward her and Kagome froze where she stood as he slowly looked her up and down, the heat in the gold of his eyes unmistakable. The low growl of obvious male appreciation that emitted from him seconds later had butterflies taking flight in Kagome’s belly and she could do nothing but watch as Inuyasha stood from the bed and made his way toward her.
Clawed hands snagged her waist and drew her closer. Kagome sighed and leaned into him, arms wrapping around his waist as he bent his head to bury his nose in her hair. His growl deepened and Kagome smiled, pleased.
“Mmm,” he hummed and started combing the wet strands of her hair with his claws. “Much better. How you feelin’, baby?”
Kagome hummed and laid a kiss to his chest. “Wonderful. Maybe a little tired.”
“Not surprised,” Inuyasha mused, content to stand there with her in his arms as he drew his fingers through her hair. “Pretty eventful night, yeah?”
Kagome snorted and he released a soft laugh. She leaned back and opened her mouth to say something, but a yawn abruptly interrupted her before any words could be said. She blinked and wiped away the tears the yawn induced.
Inuyasha chuckled and kissed her forward. “Bed. We’ll talk tomorrow, alright?”
Kagome worried her bottom lip and peered up at him with, a smidge of uncertainty swimming in ocean eyes. “Promise?”
Inuyasha paused and stared down at her, golden eyes studying her face. Then his expression softened and he nodded once, reaching up to cup her chin with his fingers.
“I promise,” he said and leaned down to capture her lips in a slow, lazy kiss that Kagome happily returned. For several sweet moments he indulged in her taste, sweeping his tongue along her own and growling in heady male approval when she ventured past his lips for her own taste. Before he got too carried away and his dick decided it was up for round two, Inuyasha forced himself to pull away from the addicting softness of her lips. Kagome whimpered at the loss and he was unable to stop himself from delivering a few more soft kisses to her mouth before leaning back.
“Bed,” he repeated and jerked his head behind him. She wrinkled her nose but obliged and may or may not have deliberately swayed her hips as she brushed by him. She received a snort and a gentle swat to her ass for her trouble. Kagome gasped and then giggled as she ran the rest of the way and jumped onto the mattress.
Shaking his head, but not without a fond smile, Inuyasha followed and climbed in after her. Immediately Kagome wiggled her way toward him and he happily enveloped her in his arms, snug against his chest, his heart. Her own arms snaked around his torso and she released a long, satisfied sigh as she buried her face against his chest, utterly content.
Damn near over the moon to finally have the girl of his dreams in his arms and sharing his bed, Inuyasha reached over her to turn off the lamp and settled down to get what was probably going to be the best goddamn sleep of his life.
“G’night, my Mika,” he whispered, tenderly stroking his fingers across the smoothness of her cheek. “Sweet dreams.”
Already half-asleep, Kagome sighed and murmured, “My Yash,” before finally succumbing to the alluring throes of slumber. Inuyasha joined her shortly after, his girl safe and warm in his arms, right where she belonged.