Fever pitch by Farein

Swayed by whims

He was being seduced.

Sesshoumaru had never cared for the loudness of clubs, or the way that the women seemed so comely. Nothing about them seemed so interesting that he had to go out of his way to attend but for the first time, he found the call irresistible when he locked gazes with her from afar, seeming to call out to him. Even stranger that he answered, crossing the throngs of club goers as her hips swayed with the slow beats of the bass. Her human blood sang, and he wanted nothing more than to see how she looked out of that dress and splayed upon his bed, beckoning him. Before he could catch himself, her silken hair was tangled in his fingers a light and breathy moan sighed into the heated air as he pulled her against him. He had come here out of sheer whim, and he could almost thank his lucky stars that it hadn’t turned out to be wasted.

He'd never wanted a human woman as bad as he had, his disdain for their vanity and greed had long turned him off but upon sighting her cerulean-colored eyes, darkened with lighting of the club his excuses died like ash in his mouth.

How and when he had gotten her out of that place and into his home had been lost on him, he had become so drunken in her kisses that he had barely heard the low whisper of her name as they belatedly introduced themselves.