Rory’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #2)(10)
Author: J.S. Scott

Rory started to smile at her earnest expression and her wrist dangling in front of his face .

He pulled her body against his and rolled, pinning her soft body beneath his, telling her in a low, sultry voice, "No sweetheart, that isn’t exactly what I had in mind."

Chapter 6

He moved so fast that he was on her before she could blink, the motions happening in a blur. His body felt so good on top her. Strong, warm and seductive.

"No, Rory. You’re hurt. You can’t do this." She squirmed under him, trying to get away. She wanted him, but not when he could irritate his wounds.

His mouth took hers, hard and demanding. His hands held her head, holding it still to accept his possessive claim. His tongue commanded entry and she gave it. She was helpless to fight him. She accepted the wet, erotic intrusion and her body was on fire. One touch, one kiss…and she was lost to him.

"It’s not my injuries hurting, love. It’s my need to f**k you," he told her in a low, husky voice as he pulled his mouth from hers and and put it near her ear. "I have to have you."

He laved her ear and the side of her neck, his mouth moving over the large vein. She felt a sharp pain and then her body ignited.

She was flooded with erotic, sensual feeling, her hips rocking up against him as he pulled from her neck. Her desire escalated and her need for him pounded through her body. She held his head, ran her hands through his wavy, silky hair.

She groaned. "Fuck me, Rory. I need you."

He reached down between their bodies, stroking between her thighs. He finished suckling and stopped her blood flow with his finger, while his other hand slid into her warm, wet core. She was slick and sensitive, her body jerking as his finger slid over her clit.

"You’re so hot and wet. I need to f**k your tight cunt." His voice was tortured and raspy. He pinned her arms over her head easily, taking her wrists in one hand. His hot breath panted in her ear, "Tell me you want me. Beg me to f**k you."

His primal instincts had taken over…and so had hers. She wanted to sob with need. She wanted to submit to him as much as he wanted to conquer her. "Please, Rory. I need your cock. Take me. Fuck me hard."

He took his massive c**k with the hand between her legs and teased with the head. He slid it along her clit, wetting himself with her abundant juices.

She thrashed her head, needing him to fill her. "Please, Rory. I feel so empty."

"Mine," he breathed in her ear with a growl.

"Yes. Yours. Always yours." Her mind was in turmoil, focused only on her pu**y and the need for him to possess her.

He slid his c**k into her in one smooth glide, breaching her completely in one hard thrust.

It burned. He stretched her, opened her. She had never been filled like this before, but she rejoiced at the feeling of their joining. Her walls squeezed him and she heard him make a strangled sound.

"So tight. So wet. So mine. Put your legs around my waist," he choked out as his mouth moved to claim hers.

She wrapped her legs around him, locking them around his hips. She started to move as his tongue thrust into her mouth.

The silky friction drove her wild. He wasn’t slow or gentle. He mastered her, taking her hard, pumping into her with deep, fast strokes. His tongue f**ked her mouth as his c**k invaded her core.

His hands held her wrists firmly. She tried to pull them away so that she could touch him, but he had her captured. Her hips rose to meet him, colliding with his groin with ferocious intensity.

Skin slapped skin and she could hear the wet meeting.

Faster…harder…deeper.

He pulled his mouth from hers, his breathing shallow and rapid.

She could feel her climax approaching, her body trembling and her muscles contracting. "Rory!" She screamed his name, her body beginning to spasm.

"Yes, Callie, cum. Cum for me," his chest was heaving as he continued to drive his c**k home, but his voice was demanding.

She ruptured as the orgasm took control, seizing her body. Her muscles squeezed his c**k and he threw his head back. "Mine." He let out a tortured groan.

Rory buried himself deep inside of her, releasing himself in a hot stream as Callie milked him with her contractions.

He fell on top her, his body sweaty and hot. He released her wrists and rolled immediately off of her.

She missed his heat. She was breathless and spent as she lay beside him. He took her hand in his, pulling it to his mouth to kiss her palm.

They didn’t speak as they tried to recover.

Rory raised up and looked at her, raking his eyes over her body. "Did I hurt you?" He sounded anxious.

She smiled weakly as she met his nervous gaze. "I’ll be sore in muscles that I haven’t used for a while."

He frowned and cursed. "I shouldn’t have taken you. We haven’t exchanged blood. You aren’t strong enough to deal with a vampire’s volatile lovemaking. I tried to hold back once I thought about it, but I was too far gone. I tried not to hurt you." His voice was remorseful, almost agonized.

"Rory, you didn’t hurt me. For God’s sake, I’ve never orgasmed like that. I wanted you. So much." She stroked his cheek lightly, avoiding any of his injuries. "I’m worried about you."

He smiled. His bright, wonderful smile that made her heart accelerate and skip a beat. This man…was extraordinary.

She felt the tears leak from her eyes as she watched his smiling but still concerned face. He had gashes from his waist up that would have anyone screaming in pain and his concern was for her.

He reached up gently and wiped away the tears, but they continued to fall.

"Callie? Baby, what’s the matter. Please don’t cry. I did hurt you. I’m so sorry." His entire face expressed deep sorrow.

"No, Rory. It isn’t that." She hiccupped as she tried to find words to explain.

"I love you, Rory. I probably have almost since the day we met at the wedding. You were someone special since that day." It wasn’t what she had meant to say, but it had come from her heart.

He buried his face in the side of her neck, his body trembling. "I love you too, Callie. My mind and heart adored you even though my body couldn’t respond. I was in awe that you were actually my mate." His voice was completely sincere.

He loved her. The tears flowed harder. This wonderful, sensational man really loved her. "All my life all I’ve ever wanted was someone who wanted me."

He growled as he pulled her against him. "I want you, Callie. You are my mate, but I also want you. I always have. You’re everything to me now. I’ll never stop needing you. Or loving you. You fill the emptiness inside of me. I feel like someone special because you love me."