A Smell So Sweet by BelovedStranger

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This oneshot was created as a ‘just because gift’ for Dokuga member Margarida, a close friend of mine :3 You have her to thank for the plot idea of this story ^^

Phew, this was the longest so far of my spicy contributes for the Spicy Challenge. Another lemon for everyone’s delight! (And yes, I’ve been playing around with the font lol)

Prompt: Dill

This time, I did NOT use anything historical about the spice to base my plot, and only added the name once, so look carefully if you wish to see it mentioned the one time :) However, I have added the spices historical details at the end of this chapter.

ENJOY!

A woman walked through the forest, her silk robes rustling in the wind, a quiver of arrows slung over one shoulder, while she held a long bow in her left fist. Her hand tightened and loosened on the smooth wood in repeated, agitated spasms, her slim legs marching across the grassy, tree rooted ground in small stomps.

Muffled curses spilled from her lips as she ignored the wildlife around her.

“Damn that Sesshomaru... How dare he treat me like... Argh!” Kagome huffed, her chocolate brown eyes narrowing dangerously.

For the past two weeks, she had been ignoring her mate, angered by his treatment of her ever since their mating only a few months ago. Before the ceremony, binding them together as a mated pair, she had been so happy with Sesshomaru, blissfully so. They had travelled together, talked about numerous things, on many different subjects, and had shared heated moments that at just the memory was still capable of making her toes curl and her flesh burn with desire.

When Sesshomaru had surprised her by asking her to be his mate, she had cried happy tears, but before she could respond, he had warned her that—as lord of the West—he had duties, obligations he had been putting off while courting her. She hadn’t even realized he was courting her, had hoped but never thought he would want a serious relationship with a human priestess, but in hindsight, she had unconsciously seen the signs and had allowed him many intimate liberties she had not gifted to another.

She had assured him that she understood he had a lot of things to do, what with running an entire empire of demons and a few human settlements, and shortly after they had been mated, which had been the happiest day of her life. Though she had expected it, accepted it, she had seen less of him a week after their ceremony. She wasn’t angry or upset that he was so busy, knowing he had a lot of catching up to do after taking time off to court her—no, she was irritated for a different reason.

She had noticed a few weeks after their mating that the only times Sesshomaru made time for her was to have sex—hot, mind blowing sex—but nothing else. He would find her at any time during the day, make her hot and bothered, before taking her, but afterwards, would kiss her farewell and leave to go back to ‘lordly business’, as she called it.

Even at night, spent in his bed, in his arms, he was too insistent in making love with her again to give her an opportunity to have a real conversation with him other than the few pleasantries they exchanged at meal time.

When she had noticed all he seemed to want from her was her body, acting completely different from when they were travelling together and having meaningful or playful conversations, or battling demons together, she had felt...devalued, hurt.

She had thought that perhaps she was overthinking things, that everything was a misunderstanding, so she had given Sesshomaru the benefit of the doubt. However, not wanting to sound ungrateful or whiny, knowing he was busy, she hadn’t out right told him of her thoughts and decided to test him.

It was meant to be harmless, a way to dispel her misgivings. So, when Sesshomaru had found her two weeks ago in his private library, perusing his collection, and he had started to embrace her, she had allowed him to kiss her breath away, but had denied him further intimacy, claiming she just wanted to talk.

Instead of being receptive to her idea, he had frowned at her and seemed angered by her refusal to have sex with him, before leaving without a word. Kagome had been shocked and hurt by his response. Surely, he was not upset that she refused his advances?

For the next two weeks, angered now that her previous misgivings were in fact reality, Kagome had continued to deny him her body, which led to both of them acting cross and irritated at the other, and instead of Sesshomaru sticking around to fight verbally with her—at least then they would be talking and clear the bad air between them—he left her, walking away with a scowl.

Kagome kicked a small rock and watched it sail away from her.

What was she supposed to think when he wanted to do nothing but mate like bunnies, and get huffy when she just wanted to have a conversation with him for a change? The gal of the jerk. Sometimes she wished Sesshomaru wore similar subjugation beads as Inuyasha so she could ‘sit’ him for aggravating her and make him listen to her.

She paused, standing still, reflecting. Had she even tried to tell Sesshomaru what was bothering her? No, she thought with some guilt, before her anger returned in her defense. He had never given her the chance! Acting all huffy and like a petulant child when she refused to give him sex.

She took off again, determined to get away from her mate for a while, to the one place he could not hope to follow. Kagome hadn’t bothered going to the stable to saddle a mount, one capable of flying to reach her destination faster, not wanting a servant to inform him of her departure. She planned on making the few hours journey to the closest village on foot and procuring a horse to take her the rest of the way.

Since Sesshomaru and she were now avoiding each other, she doubted he would know she was missing by the time he retired late that night. She knew he stayed purposefully away, waiting until she slept before getting into bed beside her, then was awake and gone before she woke. But she knew he had been there when she rose from bed, could smell his scent on the sheets, and sometimes detect the warmth from his body on his side of the bed before it went cold.

It would take her all day and a little after dark to reach her destination on horseback, and she was nervous. The journey would be long and there was no telling if Sesshomaru realized she was gone before she could get there.

Let him come, she defied mentally. Even if he did show up before she got there, he was not going to stop her. She was an independent woman, capable of making her own decisions, and well he knew it!

A few hours later, Kagome made it to the village, where she procured a horse from the stables, making sure she was polite to the man helping her pick out the swiftest of his mounts. She did not want to take out her frustrations on an innocent party, and left, forcing her horse at a fast pace, but not an out and out run, not wanting the mare to tire too quickly.

Her mind was blissfully blank as she rode, glorying in the speed and power beneath her legs, controlling the beast easily with her thighs. At first, thoughts of the times when Sesshomaru had taught her how to ride before their mating tried to intrude on her mind, but she dispelled them, not wanting her enjoyment of the wind in her face, the speed and steady thumping of the horse’s hooves to be ruined.

It was midday, still several hours away from her destination when she felt it—too late. A white blur materialized by her left flank, easily keeping pace with her.

“Sesshomaru!” she shouted over the buffering wind, angered to see him there. “What are you doing here?”

He turned his head, his silver mane flying wildly behind him as he glared up at her. It wasn’t often she had the chance to stare down her nose at him, and she did so now. His eyes narrowed, understanding lighting his golden irises.

“Fetching my absent mate,” he replied without emotion, not even breathing heavy as he kept pace with her mount. “Where do you think you are going, Kagome? And all alone?”

She turned away from him, watching the passing landscape before her. “I’m going home, not that it’s any of your business.”

Sesshomaru’s breath caught at her words, pain lancing his chest, but he refused to give voice to it. “Your home lies behind you, with me. And everything you do is my business, mate.”

When Sesshomaru was informed by a sentry that his mate had left the castle, that she had somehow gotten past all the others to reach the human village to obtain a horse, he had been panicked and worried. Instantly, he thought she was running away, from him. He knew they were on bad terms at the moment, but surely she was not leaving him, rejecting him as her mate?

He couldn’t understand the drastic shift in mood she had taken a couple weeks ago. She no longer desired his touch, rejected his advances at every turn. Why? Did she not want him anymore? Was she tired of the life she had with him?

Now, his fears were realized. She had just admitted that she was leaving, returning to her home, not the one he gave her. His heart went cold at the thought that she did not view his castle as her home.

Then he turned angry.

“It doesn’t feel like home,” she snorted, gifting him with a sidelong glare before facing forward again. “Obviously, my ‘business’ has no interest to you.”

“You speak in riddles,” Sesshomaru grated between clenched teeth. “Reign in your horse. You will not be needing it.”

“I beg to differ,” she countered and kicked her horse’s flanks, encouraging the mare to go faster, though she knew the animal had no chance in outracing Sesshomaru. Still, she was not going to let him get away with ordering her around.

“Mate,” Sesshomaru said in a warning tone, one she did not heed.

Being in no mood for further conversation, Sesshomaru turned on his heel and lunged, easily grabbing his miko and unseating her. Her cry of alarm did nothing to cool his rising ire as he landed gracefully on the ground, ignoring the horse that continued to run further away, leaving them behind. He even ignored her bow and quiver of arrows when they fell to the ground. She wouldn’t be needing them, not when he was there to protect her.

Sesshomaru turned and began walking back the way they had come; however, seconds later, Kagome was thrashing in his arms, kicking and flailing her fists.

“Let me go!” she screeched, pummeling her fists against his unarmored chest, noting absently that he did not wear his armor.

Ignoring her command and struggles, he tightened his arms and commanded, “Cease this instant!”

“No!” she spat before performing an agile move, by twisting her upper body and pushing off his forearm around her back, to land none too gracefully before him, surprising him by the action. Then he glared at her as she retreated a few steps back hastily and pointed a finger at him.

“You can’t tell me what to do! I am going home, and that’s final!”

Her face was flushed with anger, her chest heaving from her violent breaths. Her anger and insistence on leaving him only made him angrier, matching her ire, if not exceeding it.

“This Sesshomaru was doing so. We are returning home, now.”

She stomped her foot. “I meant, I am going through the well, back to my own time, and well you know it, Sesshomaru.”

“That is no longer your home,” he stated, stalking her.

She walked backwards swiftly to maintain distance between them, inciting his rage further.

“It feels more like a home than living with you,” she rebelled. “I feel out of place there. I know you’re busy, but I never see you anymore.”

Sesshomaru halted, which prompted her to stop as well, and frowned down at her. “Yes, I am busy. I warned you before you accepted me as your mate that I would be. Soon, I will not be so preoccupied.”

He felt a strange twinge in his chest, wondering if his mate was unhappy, so unhappy that she meant to leave him. He had known, had feared, that his busy schedule would interfere with his relationship with Kagome despite her denials, so he had been working many more hours than necessary to quickly finish what he must, but he had never been able to stay away for long. He had sought her out and physically shown her his need for her, and that he was desperate to have her close, but obviously, that wasn’t enough.

“Your work schedule isn’t the problem here,” Kagome denied, surprising him.

He grew annoyed, not understanding. “If not that, then what is?”

His ignorance only seemed to make her angrier, baffling him.

Kagome threw her hands up in the air before stomping around him, obviously intending to walk to the well if she had to, to get away from him.

“If I have to spell it out, then why bother?”

He caught her arm, forcing her to halt before him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I already told you,” she said, yanking futilely on her arm.

“Stop struggling.”

“No!”

Growling, not understanding why his mate was acting the way she was, Sesshomaru forced her backwards until her back collided roughly, but not painfully against the trunk of a nearby tree. Releasing her, he slammed both palms on either side of her head, pinning her in, and loomed over her.

Their eyes met, both glaring at the other. She was panting, her emotions getting the better of her like they were want to do. Once, he had thought her irrational—and perhaps she was to some extent—but over time, her swift change in emotion intrigued him, even while he was perplexed by it.

He could see the anger in her eyes, though he did not know of the cause. If she was not leaving him because she felt neglected by his forced, prolonged absence, then why?

Her scent surrounded him, the heat from her body, so close to his, warmed him, and the sight of her heaving breasts through the material of her clothes made heat rush to his groin. It had been a long time since he held his mate in his arms, tasted her lush flesh beneath his—too long.

His gaze lowered to her lips, aching to lean down and kiss them—hard. To taste and plunder. She licked her lips, and he tracked the movement. It was then that he became aware of a new scent, Kagome’s arousal.

His eyes lifted, narrowed as he realized she still wanted him, ached for him to fill her, and make her his. He didn’t understand her volatile mood, however, right now, he could care less. He wanted her, and she wanted him. First, he would slake their need before demanding answers. There was time for questions and revelations later.

Kagome’s breath hitched when she saw Sesshomaru’s golden eyes heat with desire, causing her body to react likewise. She had been aroused by his closeness, missing him in the most primal of ways, her body aching to be filled, to experience the most mind blowing pleasure she had only ever received from him.

His fingers grazed her cheekbone tenderly.

“Kagome,” he whispered huskily, before bending down, intending to kiss her.

She blinked, ducked under his arm, and pushed away from him, succeeding in freeing herself. “Stop right there, Sesshomaru!” she warned him when he turned, glowering, and took a step in her direction.

“You reject my touch at every turn,” he muttered heatedly. “I will not stand for it.”

He charged her.

Unable to answer, Kagome quickly turned, intending to escape, though she knew she could never outrun him. Instead, she ran right into him, her face smothered against his chest, and she felt his arms at her shoulders, forcing her back once more, pinning her to the same tree.

Moving his forearms on either side of her, crowding her to make sure she could not escape again, he swopped down, intending to kiss her again, but she denied him, turning her face away.

“Get off of me!”

She shoved against his chest, trying to move the immovable. Her continual rejection sent him over the edge, and in the back of his mind was fear, fear of losing her.

He grabbed her chin, forced her head forward and back, and claimed her lips. He kissed her hard and slicked his tongue against her closed lips, but she did not open for him.

Growling, he tightened his grip on her jaw, and forced her mouth to open, before thrusting his tongue deep inside her moist cavern. She made a small sound, both of anger but also longing. Though she gripped his wrist in an effort to force him to release her jaw, he smelled her arousal thicken in the air as he continued to plunder her mouth with his tongue. He groaned at her taste, having missed it, silently vowing he would never be forced to wait so long again to possess her.

Kagome’s blood heated. Though she wanted him to stop, still angry at him, for it seemed all he wanted from her was her body, she still yearned for his touch, desperately.

However, she wanted more than great sex. She wanted the man she had fallen in love with. Forcing herself to once again deny herself—and him—physical relief, she struggled against him, but he was immovable.

Angered that she continued to fight him, he used his free hand to cup one plump breast, finding her nipple through the cloth and pinched it almost painfully. Her muffled cry was captured by his ravenous mouth.

When he soothed her nub with small circles of his thumb, feeling it become erect through the material, she gave a small sound of surrender and stopped fighting him, and kissed him back. Growling in approval as her tongue stroked against his own, he released her chin so he could untie the bow holding up her hakama. However, before he could completely release the tie, she bit his tongue, hard.

He tasted his own blood as he snapped his head back with a snarl of surprise, but before he could think to reciprocate or demand answers, her hands where flat against his chest and he went sailing from a blast of her powers. They weren’t meant to hurt him, so her reiki didn’t burn him. Instead, her powers repelled him, forced him back.

Kagome didn’t wait for him to land, let alone recover, and ran, clutching her hakama in her fist to preserve her modesty and to keep them from tripping her. She made it only a few feet before she was tackled from the side.

Sesshomaru lunged for her, taking her to the ground, but not wanting to hurt her, he was rolling, taking the brunt of the fall on his back, with Kagome caged to his chest.

Reflexively, Kagome jabbed her elbow back and into his ribs. If he had been a human male, the blow would have stolen the air from his lungs. Instead, it only made his eyes bleed red, the stripes on his cheeks to turn jagged, and fangs to lengthen as she continued to fight him.

He released her, her struggles making it impossible to keep ahold of her and stand. Kagome quickly jerked off him and crawled away, before attempting to stand and make another run for it.

On his knees behind her, Sesshomaru lunged, grabbing for her ankle, missed and snagged her hakama instead.

“Kagome,” he snarled in warning, yanking back on the material, trying to drag her back to him.

Instead, her hakama slid down her hips, the ties giving way. Uncaring now if she was without, Kagome crawled out of the cumbersome fabric, her haori long enough to fall down to her mid-thigh, covering her backside as she maneuvered on hands and knees to escape Sesshomaru.

Seeing that she was still escaping, Sesshomaru gave a vicious snarl and snagged her ankle, dragging her to him. She turned sideways and tried to kick him in the face, but he caught her foot with his other hand, flipped her back on her stomach, and yanked, roughly spreading her legs, forcing her feet behind him while he knelt between her thighs.

She tried to rise to her hands and knees again, but he forced her back down with a hand to her shoulder blades. She fell with an oomph. Following her, he pinned her to the ground with his chest against her back.

Forgetting that they were in the forest, out in the open, surrounded by trees and animals, dill weeds, flowers and other wildlife, neither paid any mind to the greenery or forest around them, their full focus on each other, one fighting to get away, the other subduing flailing limbs.

She kicked, thrashed beneath him and screeched, “Get off!”

“Momentarily,” he grated between clenched fangs, snaking his right palm up the back of her thigh, taking her haori with until the fabric was pooled over her round ass.

With her legs spread, his body impeding her from closing them, he easily palmed the globe of one cheek.

“You can’t do this,” she spat.

“I assure you, I can and will.”

Kagome felt his palm cup her from behind, and she squirmed, trying to get away from his touch, knowing what he would find.

Sesshomaru smirked as he petted her between her legs.

“You’re already wet for me,” he purred, some of his anger leaving him at the proof of her desire.

She blushed, refused to answer. So what if she responded to his touch?!

She felt his breath at her ear then. “Does the thought of me forcing myself on you arouse you, Kagome? Is that why you have been rejecting my touch all these weeks? You want this Sesshomaru to take you by force? All you had to do was ask, little mate,” he murmured the last huskily, tracing his tongue around the shell of her ear.

“You’re wrong,” she contradicted on a moan when his fingers separated the folds of her sex before finding and rubbing against the sensitive nub at the top of her cleft.

Ignoring her words, he whispered silkily while manipulating her flesh, “I’ve barely touched you and already you’ve soaked my fingers with your cream.”

Kagome couldn’t refute his words because she could feel her own wetness as Sesshomaru rubbed the sticky substance around her swollen folds.

“Stop!” she cried, trying to crawl away, but getting nowhere with his weight atop her. Instead, she kicked her legs, interrupting his rhythm on her flesh, but still touching her intimately, nonetheless.

“Cease!” he roared, the red in his eyes completely taking over, angered that she still denied him.

“You can’t do this,” she said fiercely, ignoring his command and twisted her hips to escape his probing.

“Calm down,” he grated, burying his face in her black tresses, but she would not.

No matter how she wiggled, he was still able to stroke her clitoris, and she helplessly bowed her back as electric currents of ecstasy flared through her entire body, centering on the delicate flesh beneath his fingers. He was caging her, forcing her to accept the pleasure he gave her without mercy, forcing a response from her helpless body, and she liked it.

She not only enjoyed his intimate touch, but his forceful manner, making her submit to his desire—and hers. She mewled in delight when he pinched her clit before rolling the sensitive nub with his fingers.

“Submit to me, little mate.”

“No, Sesshomaru.”

“You want this as much as I do. Let me ease you, Kagome.”

“I don’t want you.”

He dipped his fingers lower, swirling them around her opening. “Liar. You weep for me.”

“It doesn’t mean anything! Now let go!”

Glaring at the back of her head at her stubbornness, he muttered, “Perhaps you will be more agreeable after releasing around my cock.”

At that, she tried to elbow him in the ribs again, but like last time, the blow did nothing but make him growl in warning.

He shocked her be removing his weight from her back. Before she could react to her freedom, Sesshomaru yanked on her haori, forcing first one arm then the other from its large sleeves.

“Oh you..!”

Turning on her right shoulder while lifting her right hand over the other, she flared her aura, blasting him again. Instead of flying back as she had intended, he snarled fiercely and crashed down on his hands and knees above her, his nails biting into the ground, weathering the storm of her blast, his hair flying wildly behind him.

Kagome’s eyes widened at the fierce snarl on his features. She felt him grab her upper arm beneath her, before he roughly turned her back on her stomach. Desperate to get away, almost forgetting why she was running in the first place, she tried to get her hands under her and lift herself off the ground, but he grabbed her wrists and yanked them above her head, forcing her face down on the ground.

“Cease attacking me,” he grated.

“Stop mauling me, and I will!” she retorted, yanking on her arms, though the action was futile. There was no way she could break his grip.

“I have yet to ‘maul’ you. Momentarily, I will show you what it really means to be ‘mauled’,” he promised, his free hand caressing down her spine, causing a small tremor to wrack her body.

“You’re hurting me,” she cried, tugging on her wrists.

He loosened his grip instantly, but he did not release her. She still could not break his hold, though she tried.

“Stop struggling, and you will receive nothing but pleasure.”

Without warning, he thrust two fingers deep inside her, burying them in her moist heat. Her inner walls instantly clamped onto his fingers as he began pumping them in and out at a deep, rough pace, the wet sounds from her weeping core was loud to both of their ears.

Moaning pitifully, Kagome rested her forehead on the grassy ground, her hips grinding into the fingers moving inside her.

“I hate you.”

“You’ll get over it.”

“I won’t”

He added another finger, forcing her walls to spread as he continued to pump them deep inside her hot channel. “What was that, love?”

She cried out, swiveling her hips not to escape his probing, but to feel more of the delicious friction that incited her lust, made her core cry out for more.

But then he stopped.

“That’s not fair!”

“Shall I show you how unfair I can be?”

He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her wider, stoking against sensitive flesh, then stopped once more.

She moaned pitifully, but refused to beg for more.

Fed up with teasing her, trying to get her to admit her desire for him, Sesshomaru shed his patient demeanor and thrust inside her weeping core roughly, repeatedly, not hurting her, but silently showing her, reminding her he could be hard and demanding, forcing her to remember how she enjoyed him at his roughest.

“I don’t need you to say you want me. Your body speaks for you,” he said with a satisfied smile before disengaging his fingers.

He licked them clean, groaning at her taste before quickly lowering his hand to the ties on his hakama. He was reminded that though his mate was as naked as the day she was born, he still wore all his garments. The erotic thought made his thick, swollen shaft twitch. 

He freed his erect length, palming the base and guiding the large, round head to her slick hole.

Kagome felt the head of his cock nudge against her, seeking entrance. She stiffened and wiggled her hips, trying to dislodge him. She was angered that he still desired only sex between them, and though her body ached for what he offered, she denied herself again, tried to deny him again.

“Ah-ah, Kagome.”

He let go of her wrists, leaning his chest heavily against her back and gripped her hip, pinning her in place, stopping her attempts to thwart their joining.

“Get off me, you brute, cretin!” 

“Not just yet. We have unfinished business, you and I,” he murmured huskily in her ear before pushing forward strongly, forcing the head of his shaft inside her.

He groaned, and he heard her answering moan.

“So tight...” he grated between clenched fangs, thrusting forward again, but still only gaining another inch inside her.

It had been two long weeks since their last coupling—two hellish weeks—and she was tight from the lack of fucking, but she was, also, naturally small and he was a large male. It had always been a struggle to force her flesh to give and take him, but with the added tightness from their lack of coupling, it was like he was taking her virginity all over again, but minus the pain from her hymen breaking.

Still, the angle was not right for such a tight fit. Keeping his chest pressed firmly atop her back, lest she try to escape again, he moved his knees further up until he was half kneeling and half bent over, before grabbing her hips, and yanking them up, angling her ass in the air.

Perfect.

He thrust again, lunging into her, putting his entire weight into the powerful motion until he was buried balls deep as he hit the top of her sex.

He snarled.

She cried out.

“That hurt,” he heard her whisper, and he froze.

He felt her sheath spasm around him as she attempted to accustom herself to his girth once more. He moved her hair off the left side of her neck and nuzzled her comfortingly, forcing himself to remain still, bedded deep inside her even though his shaft and aching balls screamed at him to pound into her and release within her silken depths.

“It will pass.”

“You’re a jerk,” she muttered sullenly, giving up the fight now that he got what he wanted, and she refused to admit she was glad he had, because she had missed him, missed this even though she was angered that this was all he seemed to want from her.

“I can be so much more,” he purred, before removing his shaft until only the head remained and rammed back in. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

Then he began an unhurried but hard, deep pace, forcing her quivering walls to take him over and over again. Kagome clawed at the ground, voicing her enjoyment from his swiveling hips.

Sesshomaru shuddered above her, feeling complete after so long of being without his mate, cocooned inside her. His shaft swelled further inside her, a growl escaping his lips.

Control snapped.

With a harsh sound, he lunged inside her, before lifting himself off her back. He placed a hand on the back of her shoulder blades and growled menacingly, silently demanding her submission.

“Do not move.”

Then he was gripping her hips in both hands, his claws digging into her flesh as he pistoned inside her, going faster, harder, until his balls were slapping against her slick clitoris.

Kagome kept her chest to the ground, no longer thinking to escape, her cheek pressed firmly into the grass as Sesshomaru rocked inside her, using her hips to pull her back to meet his punishing thrusts. She loved it, even though it was slightly painful, the pleasure was too great to be denied.

Sesshomaru looked down, watched her greedy hole take him repeatedly, growling heatedly at the erotic sight. She was perfect, her sheath made for his sword. His length was bathed in her juices every time he retreated, only to thrust home again.

Kagome’s moans of rapture spurring him on.

He thrust deep, held still, and swiveled his hips, shifting his cock in circles inside her, stirring her up. She cried out.

“Yes, yes. Yes!”

Sesshomaru grinned, all fanged, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Do you enjoy your mate’s cock?”

“Oh, God, yes... Please!” Kagome begged, mindless as she raced for release, needing to come, it was almost painful.

“Tell me that you desire me,” he commanded, reaching down to play with her clit.

“I do!”

He thrust in sharply at her obedience.

“Tell me you want me.”

He held still, deep inside her, waiting for her reply.

Desperate, she cried, “I want you! Please, Sesshomaru. I need to come!”

Pinching her clit, he began pounding into her once more. “Then come. Come around your mate’s cock!”

Screaming his name, she orgasmed, seeing stars. Her core tightened rhythmically around his thrusting shaft, caressing the sensitive head, hugging his swollen shaft. His balls tightened closer to his body, his seed aching to be released.

He moved through her convulsing folds, forcing her to take him over and over again until he, too, felt his seed explode, shooting up his shaft, coating her womb in hot, sticky waves.

“Yes, take it. Take all of me,” he grated between gritted teeth before another pleasurable wave of seed flooded out of him, roaring his release into the forest.

Emptying himself inside her, he curled over her, breathing heavily, covered in sweat, as they both fought to regain their breath.

Minutes later, he felt Kagome shift under him.

“You can let me go now.”

Frowning at her soft tone, he disengaged their bodies, feeling the loss instantly, and warily watched her as she struggled to her knees, then to her feet.

Frowning harder, his eyes returning back to their normal golden hue, the stripes on his face no longer jagged, and his fangs returning to their original length, he reached for her, grabbing her wrist. With a deft yank, she was in his lap. She fought him.

“Cease struggling.”

“Let me go! You got what you wanted, now I’m going home, to my own time.”

Still, he restrained her.

“Kagome—“

“Let go, let go, LET GO!”

“Will you shut up?!” He growled, but he did release her and allowed her to shuffle over to her clothes and hold her haori to her breasts.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?!” she shouted at him, glaring daggers at him even while her eyes filled with tears.

He stiffened at the scent of salt and sight of her unshed tears, flabbergasted, at a loss as to what to do.

“Cease crying,” he commanded gruffly while putting himself back in his hakama and tying them together.

She sniffed. “Why? All you do is treat me like a sex slave.”

He blinked. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

She shot daggers at him, attempting to kill him with one glance.

“I’m not! Ever since we mated, the only time you’ve made for me was to...have sex. When I tried to tell you I’d rather talk since you’re so busy, you got snippy with me and left! Is having one innocent conversation too much for you anymore?”

He was dumbstruck, wanting to contradict her accusations, but now that he thought about it, he had only been bedding her the few occasions he made time for her. At the time when she had stopped his advances and wanted to talk, he had thought she was rejecting him. Instead, she thought he only desired sex from her when that was far beyond the case.

“Forgive me, Kagome. It was not my intent to make you feel like I wanted you only for your body. I misunderstood you when you wanted to speak instead of mating. I thought you were rejecting me.”

It was Kagome’s turn to blink in surprise.

Hurriedly, he continued. “I have been working longer hours than necessary to quickly get my work completed so I could spend more time with you, but I also missed you, needed to be with you and show you how much you were still on my mind.”

At his confession, it was then that both understood that this whole mess was a complete misunderstanding.

“Oh...well, it seems we both misjudged the other’s intentions,” she murmured, blushing when she realized she had been wrong in her previous assumptions.

Sesshomaru grinned, then chuckled. “I knew you were going to be a troubling, insufferable mate.”

“Hey!” Kagome cried, indignant, before she, too, chuckled, the ice between them melting.

“I didn’t mean it when I said I hated you,” she murmured.

His grin turned cocky. “Of course not. You love this Sesshomaru.”

She shook her head, but she was smiling. “Yeah, I do.”

“And I love you, Kagome.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Dill

Botanically known as Anethum graveolens, dill weed is a member of the parsley family. The word dill comes from the old Norse word dylla, meaning to soothe or lull. It dates back in writing to about 3000 B.C., where it was mentioned in Egyptian medical texts. The leaves, flowers, and oval flat seeds of the dill plant are all edible. The plant has thin, feathery green leaves, of which only about the top eight inches are used. It is very easy to grow at home in the garden or in containers. If you grow your own, be aware that the mature seeds are toxic to birds. The plant has a long and ancient history in many countries as a culinary and medicinal herb. The earliest known record of dill as a medicinal herb was found in Egypt 5,000 years ago when the plant was referred to as a “soothing medicine.” In Rome, gladiators were fed meals covered with dill because it was hoped that the herb would grant them valor and courage. Dill seeds are often called “meetinghouse seeds” because they were chewed during long church services to keep members awake or kids quiet. The seeds were also chewed in order to freshen the breath and quiet noisy stomachs.

Dill was most often associated with being an effective remedy for flatulence and as an aid for

their marriages.

A bride who did not want her husband to be in charge of the marriage could secretly bring mustard and dill seeds to her wedding and repeat the words “I have you, mustard and dill, Husband, when I speak, you stay still!” Dill means “good spirit” or “to lull”in the language of flowers. European monks believed that dill could hinder fertility and that it had the power to chase off incubus or male demons that preyed sexually on sleeping women. In the food industry dill is primarily used for making dill pickles. Dill seed can be used whole for this pur-pose, or dill weed oil might be used. The essential oil of dill is also used by the food industry for flavoring and as an ingredient in liqueurs. Dill scented oil was burned in Greek homes, and the plant’s essential oil was used to make some of their wine. Dill weed, seed, and oil are frequently added to baked goods, snacks, condiments, and meat products. The fragrance industry makes much use of dill essential oil to produce soaps, perfumes, detergents, creams, and lotions. Dill seeds are often described as being bitter in flavor with subtle undertones of caraway or anise.