Rory’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #2)(12)
Author: J.S. Scott

As Rory looked down at his rock hard c**k he wondered how his desire could be greater. He could have her several times a day and still need her again.

They had exchanged blood at least once a day and Callie was strong. Strong enough to get through a rough mating ceremony.

Rory chuckled as he made his way to the shower. Callie still complained about her curvy figure. She thought if she was in top physical condition that she should be more slender. To Rory, she was perfection. He told her that every day. She complained about it less and less.

His need to make her his was getting relentless. His animal instincts were strong and nearly overwhelming. He was glad that the ceremony was going to take place tonight. He knew he couldn’t wait much longer.

As the hot water of the shower beat over his chest he palmed his cock. Would that make it worse or better? With a groan he pictured his mate, being disrobed for his pleasure, freeing his cock. He wanted her rough. He wanted to dominate her. He wanted to satisfy her every need until she could think of nothing except him.

No longer thinking of the benefits or problems of getting himself off, he stroked his shaft harder. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, resting himself against the tile of the shower as his hand pumped furiously.

Rory, are you okay. Callie’s voice came to him hesitantly. She was reaching out to him because she was feeling his need.

Shit! He shouldn’t be doing this, but he was helpless to stop. "I’m…trying…to…calm myself. I’m in the shower." He knew he was gasping his answer, his hand still stroking his dick hard.

You’re masturbating. I can feel you. Relieve yourself, Rory, before you drive me mad. I can’t because I’m surrounded by women.

"I’m sorry, love," he groaned, unable to stop jerking his own cock. Her soft voice escalated his need.

Don’t be sorry, Rory. Imagine my lips around you. I love sucking your cock, licking it up and down. You’re so big, so hard.

Oh, Christ! The visualization almost killed him. He pictured her on her knees, wrapping her lips around him, sucking his dick like her favorite lollipop.

You taste so good, Rory. Orgasm for me. Release into my mouth. I’m dying to taste you.

Her words sent him over the edge. Between her words, his imagination and the furious strokes to his cock…he exploded. He came with a loud groan as his wad shot out in hard stream, hitting the tile wall of the shower.

He leaned back against the wall, his breathing rough.

Okay now, my love?

Her voice came to him and his heart ached. "I love you, Callie." his voice was raw and coarse.

I love you too. Soon, Rory. I’m almost ready.

"I’m beyond ready." He answered dryly as he stepped from the shower and dried himself off.

Her heard a trail of light laughter as their communication faded.

It better be damn soon! He tossed the towel into the hamper near the shower and clothed himself. Then he transported himself to the vampire headquarters.

*****

Callie met Rory’s fierce eyes as she stood before him naked. Her attendants had departed. Rory’s brothers and Brianna had left. The ceremony was starting.

He had ordered her to him and she had went willing. She had consented. He would be hers.

His eyes never left hers as his low, rugged voice began reciting the mating vows in his native language. Even though she didn’t understand, the words flowed over her and she felt the force, the power in the vows.

It was as though the entire room was pulsating, powerful magic surrounding them. Callie shivered even though the room was not cold.

Rory’s voice trailed off and he wrapped his arms around her. One around her back and the other along her butt cheek…meeting their identical marks.

She knew it would hurt. She was prepared for the burning sensation of the joined marks. Both Brianna and Kristin had warned her. What she wasn’t ready for was the erotic heat. She threw her head back as she felt the souls unfurl, Rory’s breaking free of her protection. As the souls separated and reconnected her entire body was set aflame. She felt Rory’s recreated soul pass from her and slip into his body through their touching mating marks.

He jerked as his soul entered his body. Hers settled back into place. She looked up and saw his haunted, glowing eyes as his soul fought for purchase in his body. It was unsettled. It would be that way until he joined with his mate.

"Mine!" his voice was ragged. His glowing eyes revealed the hunger of a predator.

Callie quivered as he took her mouth, his arms felt like steel around her body. She could feel his need to possess, to take her. She wanted him rough and wild. His tongue was wild and untamed. He brought his hand roughly behind her head, controlling the embrace, demanding she submit. He grunted as he pulled his mouth from hers.

"Free my cock." His demanding voice set her on fire. His needs and her needs were combined. There was no way of knowing which were hers and what was his. She only knew that she needed him. She reached down and felt for the strings that would liberate his member. Her fingers brushed over his swollen cock, hard and demanding to be free from it’s confinement.

As she tossed away the cloth he scooped her up and brought her to the silken bed, decorated in a black and white leopard pattern.

Rory pushed a button on the headboard and she saw something lowering from the high ceiling. He set her on her feet beside the bed and brought her arms up above her head. She felt the restraints tighten around her wrists and groaned. He had her on her feet and secured with restraints from above.

"Mine." His scarlet eyes blazed, surveying her in her vulnerable position.

Callie pulled on the restraints. They were metal poles except for the wrist fastenings. They had very little give. They were tight and she was his prisoner. Her already moist pu**y flooded.

His hands roamed her body possessively. She gasped his hands pinched at her erect ni**les, the sensation rocketing straight between her thighs.

"Rory…I need you f**k me." Her body burned to feel his c**k slamming into her.

He ignored her. His mouth joined his fingers in tormenting her br**sts. His tongue laving and nipping. His hand found it’s way between her legs, gliding into her moist center. She was slick and wet.

"Wet. Hot. Have to taste you." Rory grunted as he moved down her body. "Spread your legs. Now."

She spread her legs, but he pulled them further apart. He attacked her mound with his mouth, teeth and lips, sending her into a spiral of need and desire. She pulled against the restraints, wanting to pull his head into her aching pu**y. "Rory, please. Make me cum." Her every thought was focused on relieving this agony from her fiery body.

His masterful tongue slipped along her lower lips. His thumbs separated her and plundered her sensitive clit, making her body quake. She had to climax. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She tried to grind against his mouth.