Clash of Alphas by sarhea

Sesshoumaru - Third Person POV

~ooO Third person – Sesshoumaru’s Beast POV Ooo~

The feral daiyoukai was pleased to hear her response “Yes. I submit.” She was being truthful. There was no taint of lies in her scent.

His more logical controlled self was displeased. What are you doing?

What you are fool enough to Not do. I am claiming her for ourselves, the bestial-half said smugly.

And he was amused. His response had shocked the cold self that had control most of the time. What? Why her? And beast was not surprised by the question. He had never indicated any real interest in a particular female, only in relieving tension and lust through rutting.

She is an unmated fertile alpha bitch and she has submitted to us. There is only one option to seal her loyalty to us.

She is weak! his colder self snarled.

That amused the beast. Really? And what did she just do? Would any other bitch have survived all she has gone through?

That forced the controlled-half to stop and think. She is still human.

It will be interesting to see the potential of offspring with reiki, the beast said slyly. Remember Horai Island? A single hanyou child born to a parent with reiki fuelled four pureblood youkai. And this female is the Shikon Miko. The most powerful miko ever born, one who could rival Midoriko, the creator of the Shikon.

The beast was pleased by the thoughtful silence from his colder half.

It would be unwise to pup the miko. Naraku seeks the shards and the miko is the only one who can purify them. She will not go into seclusion and hide while her allies fight.

There are other ways to solidify our claim, the beast pointed out slyly and was immediately dismissed by his colder-self.

She will never survive a marking.

Oh but she already has. The memory of the miko being buried in acid saliva in their sire’s tomb flashed in their minds.

She will die long before us. He was weakening to even bother with such pathetic arguments.

There are ways to bind her lifeline to ours.

What followed was a long silence but the beast was patient. He was the apex-predator after all. And his colder self had to freely agree otherwise he might seek to break the bond when he regained control of their body.

Finally he spoke. Very well.

He grinned broadly very pleased by the consent from his colder self. He set his eyes on the miko, on Kagome.

“Strip,” he ordered.

She gawked at him. “What?” she stammered.

What was so hard to understand about the one-word order?

“Remove all your clothes,” he told her harshly.

She shook her head violently, black hair flying in a halo around her head. “No! I won’t!”

His instincts surged, in response to the defiant bitch. He moved in a flash around her.

She cried out as her clothes began falling apart and off her, shredded by deft claw strokes. Then the straps restraining the fabric covering her breasts and hips were cut. The tiny scraps began fluttering to the ground leaving her completely nude, bared to the cool evening air and his hot eyes.

TBC...

AN: Please note the following chapter will be explicit/graphic. Skip if it isn't your cup of tea.