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Worth Waiting For
By : inumom
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AN: LEMON WARNING! A couple of them, actually�. Also, I won�t be updating more than a section or two a day--that way, by the time I have the backlog of stuff I have sitting here all posted, I should have something new ready to go, lol!

Also, before I get flamed for OOC-ness, let me explain that I don�t see it that way at all. Inu has been under a lot of stress for three years now, trying to reconcile his past with his future, and has finally managed to do it. As far as Kag is concerned, I know that she�s seldom depicted as being quite so aggressive, but I think that she�s got to be getting sick and tired of waiting around for him to make a move by now. Besides, sexual mores are very different in Japan--any five-year-old who can pick up a TV remote can find porn. It�s not surprising that she would be relatively knowledgeable even if not experienced.

Anon.: Okay, you caught me--I didn�t pick up on the cat thing at all. I guess I could always explain it by my observations of the cats I know: where the head can fit, the rest can follow.

AmberEyez: That�s a great visual image! I wish I was an artist so I could actually do it!

4. Getting in Touch

He was nervous as he pushed her door opened. Would she welcome his presence or would she �sit� him into a coma? He stepped silently through the portal, closing the door soundlessly behind him. Setting the roses down on the desk, he approached the girl who was wearing nothing more than a robe and a towel to absorb the excess moisture from her hair.
When he stood directly behind her, he spoke her name in the soft tone he only used when they were alone or he was hurt. �Kagome�.�
She turned in surprise, eyes wide. As she saw him standing there, her eyes filled with tears and began to overflow. Damn! This wasn�t going at all well--how could he do this if the very sight of him made her start crying? He picked up the roses and handed them to her. �These are for you, because I had to go and make such an ass of myself.�
She took the flowers silently, breathing in their fragrance for a second before returning them to their place on the desk. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. �I missed you so much,� she whispered with a small sniffle.
Raising her chin with one clawed finger so that she was looking directly at him, he reached into the front of his clothing with his free hand, removing the item he had concealed there. �There�s something else,� he said, handing her the small parcel. �Happy birthday.�
Shocked into speechlessness, she turned the small object over in her hands. It was oddly shaped, and wrapped in a piece of brilliant blue silk. The ornate bow was made from a cord woven from some silky silver-white fiber. Looking at his closely, she smiled. �Your hair?�
He shrugged. �It was the only thing I could find that looked right with the silk. Go ahead,� he said, standing as close to her as he could in the hope that she would continue to allow him to breathe in her intoxicating aroma. �Open it.�
She untied the bow carefully, not wanting to damage the cord, and unwrapped the blue silk. In her hand lay a hair clip in the form of a colorful butterfly, made of hammered gold and brilliant enamel. As she raised her eyes in surprise, he explained, �This belonged to my mother, a gift from my father. It�s one of the few things I remember of her. She would have wanted you to have it.�
She shook her head in pure shock. �I can�t take this--it�s way too much.�
Having gone too far to back out now, he removed a tightly rolled scroll from the inside of his haori, opening it to show her the words he had never read before this past week. �This note was left for me by my mother before her death. I found it when I went to recover some of her things from their hiding place. Listen,� he said, reading the faded characters, � �As my only child, I wish you to keep all of my personal things, especially those given me by your father. Perhaps one day you will find a woman you wish to make your mate and will pass them along to her and--eventually--to your own daughters. Always remember that your father and I loved each other with all our hearts and souls, and that you were very much wanted and loved by both of us.� � He stood with his eyes focused on the floor between his feet, waiting for the word that would throw him to the floor for his impudence.
After a long moment of silence, he looked up to see more tears flowing down the girl�s face. He turned away form her, back towards the door through which he had entered. �I�m sorry,� he whispered. �I should have never--�
He suddenly found himself immobilized by the arms locked around his waist. Disengaging himself from her grasp, he turned to see tears still flowing above a brilliant smile. �Don�t go,� she whispered. �If you leave now, I don�t know what I�ll do.�
He chuckled under his breath. �If I don�t leave now, I don�t know what I�ll do.�
�Come here next to me,� she said, suddenly serious. �We need to talk.�
He followed her back to her bed in something like a daze, trying to maintain his control. He was beginning to recognize that something about her scent was different, something that made the intoxicating fragrance nearly irresistible. Sitting next to her, he waited for her to explain exactly what she wanted to talk about. She simply sat and looked at him for a few moments, and he shook his head, trying to clear it. �What do we need to talk about?�
She sighed, rubbing at her tired eyes. She hadn�t had a decent nights� sleep in weeks, and this conversation wasn�t making things any easier. �Your mother�s letter, and your gift. How could you give me that beautiful clip after reading her letter?�
He shook his head slowly. �That wasn�t a mistake. You heard what she wrote--she wanted me to give her things to the woman I someday chose to be my mate.�
�That�s what I don�t understand. Exactly what does that mean?�
His eyes widened in surprise. �You�re not a child, Kagome. You must understand what it means to take a mate. For a long time I thought I�d never find anybody I wanted as a mate.�
She was dying to ask where Kikyou fit into the puzzle, but quelled her curiosity. Somehow, she didn�t want to ruin this moment by mentioning the resurrected miko. �You mean, you�ve never�been with a woman before?�
He frankly stared. �Of course not. I don�t really understand how it is with humans, but when I take a mate, it will be for life.�
�So, then, you�re talking about something more than sex.�
�Of course,� he said, easing an arm around her shoulders when he noticed the involuntary shiver his words had triggered in her. �My mate will live with me and be the mother of our pups. I�ll provide for them, teach them, and protect them. That�s how it is with inuyoukai.�
She smiled softly. �Let me tell you how it is with me. My�mate,� she said, smiling at his choice of words, �Will be with me throughout the rest of my life. He�ll help me to raise our�pups to be strong, smart, and proud of who they are..�
He looked down at the floor. �You sound like you�ve already chosen somebody.�
�I have,� she said. �I chose him quite a while ago. He�s strong, and brave, and I know that he�ll never let anything happen to me or our family. He�s earned the respect of the people around him--whether they�re human, youkai, or whatever. He�s also absolutely beautiful. And,� she said, looking down at her hands folded in her lap, �I love him.�
He could hardly breathe around the pain in his chest. �So why haven�t you mated him already?�
She looked straight into his golden eyes and said, �Because you haven�t asked me yet.�
As the meaning of her words sank in, he pulled her closer, wrapping her in the warmth of his arms. �You�ll do it?� he whispered. �You�ll become my mate?�
�Of course I will,� she said. �I�ve wanted it ever since I first saw you, while you were still sealed to the Goshinboku. So,� she continued, �What do we do now?�
He turned her to face him, bending his head to brush her lips with his own. When he spoke, his voice was low, almost a purr in her ears. �I�m sure we can think of something.� He bent his head to kiss her again, running his tongue along her lower lip. Her breathing deepened as her lips parted, and he took the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue, lightly touching every surface, eyes widening in surprise when she moaned softly against his lips. He wouldn�t have thought it possible, but she tasted even better than she smelled.
Pulling back from her, he recognized that the irresistible factor in her scent had grown even stronger. Finally, he understood exactly what it was. She was rapidly becoming excited and aroused, although not in quite the same way as when they were fighting together. Looking at her eyes shining with passion and something else he couldn�t quite identify, he whispered, �Are you sure you want to do this? I might hurt you.�
She nodded slowly. �It usually hurts the first time, but I don�t think that lasts very long.� She reached up to touch his cheek softly. �I know you won�t hurt me any more than necessary.�
Though he had never before observed humans mating, at least not close up, he had Sango�s book and his own fantasies born of sleepless nights standing guard over her to guide him. Watching her reactions carefully so he could remember exactly what seemed to please her the most, he buried his face in the side of her neck, trailing soft kisses down to the collar of her robe. Listening to her soft gasp when a fang grazed the tender skin of her throat, he almost didn�t hear her whispered request.
�Lock the door�.�
At the subtle reminder that there were in fact three other people in the house, he did as she asked. Returning to her, he loosened the tie holding her robe closed and eased the garment off her shoulders to land unheeded on the floor. For several long moments he simply looked at her, suddenly realizing that she had filled out nicely since they had first met. How the hell had she turned into such an enticing woman without him even noticing? He lifted her easily, placing her gently on her bed. For the moment, at least, he would leave her panties in place.
He lightly dragged his claws down her left side, amazed when she moaned in pleasure and whispered, �Hurry--� It had never occurred to him that the same claws he used to hunt and fight with could cause so much pleasure in his mate.
He leaned over her, licking at the sensitive area behind her ear. �No, love. This is our first time, and I want it to mean something. We have all night, and I intend to put it to good use. I wonder,� he breathed, his breath warm in her ear, �If you taste just as good everywhere else.�

Now that he had gone beyond the things that had stopped him for so long, he felt oddly free. Now, he could say all of the things he had been needing to tell her for so long.
She trembled in anticipation, and he took that as permission to continue. Lowering his head to her left shoulder, he planted delicate, feather-light kisses along her skin as he worked his way to the hollow of her throat. He carefully nibbled on her collarbone as his right hand slowly reached down to the swelling of her left breast. Lightly brushing his fingertips across the peak, he was rewarded with another moan as the nipple hardened under his touch.
With an expression suspiciously like a smirk, he looked up at her again. Gods, he loved to look at her like this--her eyes half-closed with passion, head thrown back from the pleasure he had started in her, lips slightly parted as her breathing grew heavier and more ragged. He pulled himself back up to her lips and kissed her again, more fiercely this time, thrusting his tongue hungrily in and out of her mouth, mimicking what he was planning for later on, assuming he could maintain his control.
She responded by reaching up and gently stroking the soft fur on the outside of his ears. He trembled and had to bite back his own moan of pleasure. �Don�t--� he whispered, his voice hoarse and almost strangled with desire.
Her eyes snapped open, brimming with regret. �Sorry. I forgot how much you hate that.�
�I don�t hate it,� he gritted out. Was it possible that she never noticed how erotic he found her touch on his ears? He pressed himself against her, fully aware of his length rubbing against her thigh through his hakama. �Does this feel like I hate it?�
She smiled, loving the idea that her touch could cause such a reaction in him. �Maybe later?�
He nodded slowly and lowered his face to her breast. She gasped and shivered as he softly stroked the erect nipple with his tongue. Not wanting to neglect any opportunity to bring her pleasure, he rubbed his callused thumb across the other nipple, pleased when it hardened instantly at his touch. He alternated between the two, licking at both as though his very life depended on it, breathing gently on the dampened surface to cause her to twitch in surprise.
He ran both hands down her sides and across the flat stomach, loving the feel of her soft skin under his touch. He was briefly saddened when his sensitive fingers located a number of small scars that she had gained through their travels together. He moved lower still, kissing and licking at her scars as though to tell her that he understood the sacrifices that she had made for their mission. He continued his assault on her skin, finally reaching the upper border of the small scrap of silk and lace covering the source of the scent that threatened to steal his awareness as surely as his transformations had. As he licked along the lacy band, he could feel the small muscles just beneath the skin flutter as he relentlessly followed the edges of the fabric with his lips and tongue. For now, that was as close as he would allow himself to go to the source of his desire.
She moaned in something like disappointment when he pulled away, then gasped when he reached down for her ankles, pulling them up until they rested on his shoulders. Not really understanding what was coming but wanting it all the same, she squirmed as he dragged his formidable claws along her inner thighs, followed by his lips and teeth teasing the soft flesh.
No longer able to prevent it, he buried his nose in the source of the intoxicating scent, inhaling deeply through the thin fabric. He groaned as he felt himself hardening even more. By now he was torn between two desires, his need to claim her as his mate and his need to pleasure her until she screamed his name in her release.
In a sudden move, he grabbed the damp fabric with his teeth and ripped it from her body, leaving her completely exposed to him. The scent of her desire was overwhelming, and he reacted to it as he had never allowed himself to in the past, even when she was in heat. Bending his head to her, he took a long, slow lick, savoring the sweet taste of his mate as she produced a strangled cry of pleasure. He repeated the caress, pausing now and then to flick his tongue lightly over the swollen nub located just above her entrance. She was nearing a peak now, and he gripped her thighs in both hands as she writhed, trying to pull away from the overpowering sensations he created in her.
He raised his eyes to watch her head thrashing against the pillows as she tensed against him, releasing a low cry as her juices flowed freely. Licking up the excess fluids, he smiled at the thought that he could give her so much pleasure.
He stood up briefly, stripping off his clothes, and she turned glazed eyes in his direction, whispering, �Please�take me now�I need to feel you in me.�
Returning to his place between her thighs, he carefully inserted a finger into her entrance, moving it slowly until she began to moan again. Adding a second finger, he moved a little faster, trying to decide whether he should pierce her barrier now with his claws or attend to it in the more usual way later. Either way, she would feel some pain, but perhaps he could minimize it a little.
Still moving his fingers in and out of her, he dipped his head to lick at the sensitive nub above her entrance. As she moaned with pleasure, he carefully took the small piece of flesh between his lips and sucked gently on it as he pushed his fingers all the way into her, effortlessly slicing through the membrane that had marked her as virgin. As he had hoped, the ecstasy he gave her overshadowed the pain of opening her fully.
He slowed the movements of his fingers in her, giving her time to adjust to the new sensations, while licking at the juices that flowed from her slick channel. She began to move with him, grinding herself against his hand, and he decided that the time had finally come to make her his forever.
Pulling his fingers from her, he licked them clean, savoring her unique taste. Moving above her, he placed a soft kiss on her lips, whispering, �I think you�re ready for me now.�
At this point, she was so far gone in pleasure that he wasn�t even sure whether or not she could understand his words. He knelt between her thighs, raising her knees on either side of him to give himself better access, and placed the head of his arousal against her opening. He could feel the heat radiating from her as he eased himself inside, an inch at a time, moving slowly so that he would not reawaken the pain that he had inadvertently caused her by tearing her hymen earlier.
She couldn�t believe the sensations. She hadn�t thought that it could get any better, but the feeling of being so completely filled by him was beyond anything she could have imagined. She had to get more of it. Moving her hips slowly to match his rhythm, she ground her pelvis against his, moaning for him to move faster and harder. Close to losing what remaining control he still possessed, he eagerly complied, pushing in and out of her until he could feel her inner muscles tightening around him.
With a tremendous effort of will, he pulled out of her. At the abject disappointment in her eyes, he smiled. �I�m not nearly finished with you yet,� he murmured, raising her to him in a tight embrace for a moment before replacing her on the bed on her hands and knees. He kept a firm grip around her stomach with his left hand while he guided himself into her again with his right. She moaned in ecstasy--this was a whole new feeling.
As he moved in and out of her, his hands gripping her hips so that he could control their movements, he dropped feather-light kisses all along her spine, working his way up to her shoulder blades. Continuing to hold her in place with his left hand, he worked his right around her to massage her nub while pounding in and out of her. This time, they would finish what they had started. He continued his frenzied pace until he felt her muscles tighten around him, squeezing his length until he spilled his seed deep inside her. She cried out in her pleasure as he quickly sank his fangs into the muscle of her shoulder, drawing blood. Licking up the blood from the wound he had made, he felt yet another spasm, even bigger than the first, and had to bite back the scream of pleasure that would surely have awakened the entire household.
Still buried deep in his mate�s body, he rolled them over so that they were lying on their sides. Pulling the thin but warm quilt up over them, he drifted off to sleep, his mate held securely in the unbreakable warmth of his arms.

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Kagome opened her eyes slowly, thinking that that had been the most vivid dream of its kind she had ever experienced. As she became more and more aware of the physical world in and around her, she felt the stickiness on her thighs and the warmth against her back and around her waist and realized that this had been no dream.
Although he had not moved, the hanyou next to her had been lying awake for some time, just inhaling her scent and listening to the sound of her breathing and the beat of her heart. It was obvious to him that she was now awake. �I wondered if you were ever going to wake up today--it�s nearly noon.�
�It�s not!� She winced as the sudden movement of sitting upright caused some discomfort in the never-before-used muscles that had received such a workout the previous night. �Are we officially mated now?�
He shook his head slowly. �Almost. You probably didn�t notice, but I took some of your blood last night. To finish the ritual, I have to give you some of mine as well.�
That didn�t sound very appealing, but she wanted to do everything right according to his traditions. �Exactly how does that work?�
He looked at her in surprise--he had half expected that she would dismiss the suggestion without even hearing him out. �Last night, while we were mating, I bit your shoulder. This will mark you as my mate, making sure that no other youkai will touch you. If you were a youkai bitch I�d say that you would just return the same gesture the next time we mated, but I don�t think that those little teeth of yours could tear youkai flesh. I can just scratch myself and let you have a few drops of my blood--that�s all it takes.�
�Why is this exchange of blood a part of the mating ritual?�
He sighed, sitting up and pulling her closer so that she could rest her head on his chest while he stroked her hair. �When we became mates, our individual scents began to change, to become a little more like each other�s. The exchange of blood will increase that effect, making it obvious to any youkai downwind of you that you�ve been claimed and mated properly. I don�t think that I need explain that there are youkai who have developed a taste for human rape.� His nose wrinkled in disgust at the idea, but he continued, �This ritual will help to protect you from that. But,� he said, pulling away from her so that he could look into her eyes and gauge her reaction to his words, �There�s another reason why this is important, especially in our case.� At her expectant expression, he continued, �My blood will cause certain changes in you, even the few drops you�ll need to complete the ritual. You�ll heal faster, even from injuries that would have been instantly fatal. You�ll be less likely to get sick. You�ll live a lot longer than you would otherwise.�
Pulling her to him, he rested his chin on the top of her head. �You�ll live about as long as I will. I know it�s selfish of me, but I don�t want to face the long centuries without you.�
�So,� she asked, �When can we complete the ritual?�
He shrugged. �It�s best done at the peak of ecstasy during mating--the blood is at its strongest at that time. I suppose we could do it any time you feel up to it--in a few days, maybe.�
Her face fell at the thought that they would have to wait so long before being intimate again. He looked at her in surprise, as he had assumed that she would be extremely uncomfortable after the activities of the previous night. Instead, she changed the subject, getting to her feet and grabbing her robe from where it had fallen the night before. �I�m going to take a quick bath. We can talk about this again when I come back.�
With that, she was gone.

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After her bath she felt absolutely wonderful. The hot water had almost completely erased the remaining soreness from her muscles and had left her strangely eager for more. She wondered briefly if she was starting to become like one of those girls she had whispered with her friends at school about--the ones who could never seem to get enough sex. Stretching luxuriously, she decided that she didn�t care at all. Where she was going, her new obsession with sex could be considered as simply part of the functions of a dutiful mate.
She wondered briefly how she was going to secure his cooperation.
She went back to her room to find him dressed and apparently ready to go. Giving him a mock glare, she suggested that he undress and take a bath before anything else. What she very carefully didn�t say was that that would give her a little time to think about what she wanted to do.
Giving him the robe she had borrowed from her grandfather�s room, she shooed him off in the direction of the steaming tub. Waiting while he undressed, she took his clothes and put them in the laundry--since he wore them every day, she thought that they would benefit from a quick wash. Besides, washing his clothes would keep him here while she decided what to do next.
He never took quite as long in the bath as she did, so she was waiting for him back in her room when he emerged, wrapped in her grandfather�s too-small robe and rubbing at his mass of snowy hair with a thick towel to get the excess water out. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she motioned to the floor in front of her. �Come here,� she said. �I�m going to brush out that hair of yours.�
She took her time, unsnarling the thick mass slowly, feeling the heat of his body seep into her thighs through her grandfather�s robe. As she worked, she could feel the tension in his back and shoulder muscles disappearing, and he pointed his face up at the ceiling, eyes half closed, as a deep rumbling sound emanated from his chest.
Once she was done grooming the shining mass, she sat behind him, working her hands through it, loving the feel of the soft strands as they slipped through her fingers. Before he could think clearly, she reached forward and began to massage the base of his ears. With a deep groan, his eyes closed completely, and the rumbling vibration from his chest grew even louder.
�Come here next to me,� she said, not easing up her assault on his ears in the least.
Moving slowly, almost as though in a dream, he sat next to her on the bed, not entirely sure what to expect. �It�ll be a while before your clothes are ready, so what do you think we could do in the meantime?�
Although he was just as inexperienced as she was, he had no trouble reading her intentions. �Aren�t you too uncomfortable to be thinking about that right now?�
She shook her head. �It didn�t hurt nearly as much as I expected, and the hot bath made all the sore spots feel so much better. Besides,� she said, smiling broadly, �It�s my turn now.�
Seeing no particular advantage in denying her what she so obviously wanted, he pulled her to him, brushing his lips against her ear. �Exactly what did you have in mind?�
Reaching up so that she could speak directly into his ear despite the fact that she realized that her breath would tickle, she whispered, �Lose the robe.�
By the time he had undressed the previous night she had been in no condition to notice what he looked like. Now, she let her eyes roam over him at will, very happy with what she saw. Naked, he was even more beautiful than when clothed. His pale golden skin almost seemed to glow in the sunlight coming in through the window. His hair, now dry and tangle-free, was a luminous cloud around him. Studying him closely, her hands itched to touch him--though not particularly bulky, his lean, smooth muscles belied the power she could almost see flowing through him. By far, though, she was most captivated by his eyes, almost the exact color of warm honey. Just looking at them made her feel like melting into a puddle.
He reached out to pull the tie of her robe loose, letting it drop to the floor as he pulled her into his heated embrace. Turning her so that she was facing away from him, he carefully examined the rapidly healing bite wound he had left on her shoulder. Satisfied that there was no sign of a problem, he bent his head to press a light kiss on the area, glancing up in surprise when she stiffened at the contact, gasping at the surge of pleasure the gesture caused. �You like that, do you?�
�I�ve never felt anything like that before--what did you do?�
He turned her back to face him. �That was the mark I left on you yesterday. It looks like the area is still pretty sensitive.� he wrapped an arm around her waist. �Come back to bed.�
With a brilliant smile, she stretched out on the bed and watched as he approached with a wicked smirk. Moving almost too fast for her to see, he pounced on her, settling his weight across her hips. He grabbed her hands, pulling them up above her head and pinning them there with one of his much larger ones. Reaching out as far as he could, he could just reach the forgotten roses on the desk. Taking one bloom in his free hand, he lightly drew the soft petals down her forehead, across her eyelids, and over her lips, chin, and throat. She sighed, taking in the rich fragrance and feather softness of the blossom as it brushed across her skin.
He drew the rose down her skin, circling each breast in an enticing spiral motion before brushing it lightly across her nipples, bringing them instantly erect. As the flower petals swirled across her ribs and stomach she arched her back to bring herself into closer contact with her tormenter, moaning softly. Dropping the rose to the floor next to the bed for the moment, he replaced the blossom with his lips, nibbling and kissing his way across her heated skin.
When distance finally forced him to release his hold on her hands, she dropped them to his head, tangling in his silky mane. Reaching over the edge of the bed, the hanyou retrieved the rose, gliding it across rounded thighs that parted at his slightest touch.
After a leisurely hour or so spent in exploring each other�s bodies, she pushed him down to the pillows, stretching out next to him. Eager to make him feel the same sensations he had created in her the night before, she ran her fingertips lightly across his chest, circling each nipple until the sensitive spots were tight and erect. He ground his teeth together to keep from moaning out loud. �It�s alright,� she whispered. �Jiichan is in the shrine, Souta is at school, and Mama went out somewhere. Don�t fight me--you can make as much noise as you need to.�
As she trailed her fingertips across his skin he panted slightly, his golden eyes darkening with desire. He reached for her, but she shifted slightly, moving just beyond his reach. �Not this time--it�s my turn, remember?� She dipped her head briefly, flicking his nipples with her warm tongue, grinning at the gasp her attentions brought from him. While making sure that his full attention was on what she was doing with her lips, she eased her right hand further down, running the tips of her fingers lightly across his erect member.
This time, he could not stifle the moan of pleasure. Encouraged by the hoped-for reaction, she grew bolder, taking him loosely in her hand, running it gently up and down the shaft, pausing occasionally to squeeze the base lightly, then resuming the motion, varying it by rubbing her thumb lightly across the tip occasionally.
His hips began to move of their own volition, pressing against her hand. This, she decided, was enough. It was time to move on. Bending down, she flicked her tongue lightly across the tip of his arousal, delighted at the loud moan that escaped him. Just when he thought that he could stand no more, he felt a new, unidentifiable sensation. His eyes flew open in wonder as he watched her head moving up and down along his shaft.
His hips began to move harder and faster, and he grasped the back of her head with his hands, pulling her away. �Stop--�
She looked up at him with a hurt expression. �I thought you would like it�.�
He gave her a wry smile. �Like it?! If you kept that up another minute, this would have ended before it really got started.�
He sat back on his heels, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her forward to sit on his lap, facing him. In that position, his erect member was pinned between their bodies, each movement either of them made causing a sweet torture that he would have gladly undergone for all eternity. He dropped his hands to her hips, lifting her easily so that he could take a nipple between his lips, dragging a fang across the sensitive tissue and making her moan with desire.
Lifting her higher, he positioned her so that she was directly above his arousal before easing her down until she was firmly seated on him. He held her motionless for a few seconds to allow her to adjust to the sensation of being stretched to the limit by his size in that position.
He began to raise and lower her on his member slowly, until she caught his rhythm and took control of the motion, her hands on his shoulders to help their balance. She picked up speed, grinding her hips down on him, causing him to moan against her neck. As they spiraled closer and closer to their peaks, he grated out, �Are you ready?�
At her silent nod, he began to move his hips, forcing himself even deeper into her. Once her inner muscles began to tighten around him, he brought a hand up to his chest, scratching himself with a claw. With his other hand, he held her head to the bleeding cut. At the sensation of her lips and tongue as she took his blood, he forced her down hard on his arousal, triggering his climax. He threw back his head and howled his completion as he pumped his seed deep into his mate. That final violent thrust pushed her beyond her limits, and she screamed his name as her fluids poured forth and she clutched at him desperately. Cradling her fragile body in his arms, they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and slept, finally mated for all time.
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