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Worthy
Sesshoumaru pressed himself against the cowering miko. Fear clouded her normally pleasant scent, drawing him closer. His body was tense with the need to rid her of that bitter taint; to cover her with his own virile musk, and to hide her weakness with his strength.
He leaned in once more, letting the tip of his nose brush lightly along her skin as he allowed a deep thrumming to rumble in his chest. She had offered her submission and he would show her his acceptance with his dominance. Instead of soothing away the female’s fears, the bitter scent only spiked higher.
Did she still doubt his power? How could she compare him to that half-breed and find him wanting? Had he not proven that his strength was greater? That he was the stronger, more virile male? The more worthy mate?
Burying his face in her hair he breathed deeply, allowing the scent of peonies to drown out the stink of her fear as he warred with his raging instincts. He yearned to claim her, to mount her, to make her his forever.
It was this need that made her the perfect bait. After all, Inuyasha always wanted everything that Sesshoumaru claimed for himself.
~to be continued~
Weekly Perfection Prompt #169: Mount
Third Place Winner in Weekly Perfection Challenge #169
A/N: Thanks be to my beta Luna