Rory’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #2)(13)
Author: J.S. Scott

His hand came down on her ass with a smack. It was firm and sent a jolt to her cunt. He slapped the other cheek and she whimpered. She was out of control. Over the edge.

He lifted one of her legs to the bed, opening her completely. He grabbed her ass and buried his face between her legs, eating her like a man that was famished. His tongue flicked roughly over her clit. Faster. Then faster still. She could feel her climax building.

Unconsciously, she shoved her hips toward his devouring mouth. He slapped her ass again several times. It sent her into a powerful orgasm. She threw her head back and screamed his name, unable to control herself while she was in the grip of his powerful possession. She rode the waves of the orgasm while Rory stretched it out with his merciless tongue.

She wasn’t yet recovered before she felt the restraint poles lowering. Rory rose and pushed her to her knees. She went willingly, her legs weak.

"Suck me. Suck me hard and fast." His voice was harsh.

She knew he was completely consumed by the mating instincts and so was she. She was starving for the taste of his cock. Although she had just climaxed, her need…or was it his need?…pounded her.

Her hands still confined above her head, she opened her mouth and caught his rock hard c**k in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head.

Rory grabbed her head from both sides and impaled her mouth with his rod. He choked out, "Hard. Fast" His hands gripped her head and he f**ked her mouth furiously. Her eyes watered as she tried to swallow his massive cock. She could hear his tortured moans as he slipped in and out of her mouth hard and fast. She wanted to make him cum. She wanted him to slam into her hard until he erupted. His need? Her need? She didn’t care. She needed to make him orgasm.

His hips jerked hard as she tightened her lips and flattened her tongue snug against his cock. He held her face tightly against him as he found his release, shooting hot fluid down her throat. She swallowed him eagerly, loving the warm release in the back of her throat.

He released her hands and pulled her up. He picked her up and dropped her in the middle of the bed, coming down on top of her. His body covered her. "Mine, Callie. Mine. Need to f**k you."

Oh, God, yes. Her channel was clenching at the thought of his huge c**k filling her. She needed him. "Yes, Rory. Fuck me. Please," she pleaded.

He pinned her with his body, holding her hands to the side of her face. "Don’t move your hands," he barked. She looked at his ravaged face, his eyes still glinting. He was so fierce. And she wanted his savage need quenched and her feral desire satisfied. Her wanting body was begging for his volatile mating.

He spread her legs wide and claimed her channel in one hard stroke. She clenched the silk at the side of her head, needing to touch him, but also needing to obey his commands. She gripped it hard as Rory started to f**k her. He pushed deep. The two of them groaned together as he started a demanding pace.

"Need to f**k you hard. Show everyone that you are mine." His face and body were pouring sweat as the statement was torn from his throat.

Callie lifted her hips to meet his frenzied thrusts. She had nearly forgotten the watchers. The witnesses hidden behind the darkened windows. As his c**k filled her over and over the thought of other vampires watching their feral mating was even more arousing. She wanted them to watch as Rory slammed his member into her channel hard and fast. She loved that they were watching him make her his in the most primal way.

She rolled her head, gripping the silk hard with her hands. Oh God. Her body was in flames.

His leaned down and licked her neck. She knew what was coming and she knew it would throw her over the edge. His teeth sank into her with almost no pain. The erotic pull of his mouth working in tandem with his cock.

Fangs erupted from her gums and she jerked. Her thirst for him beat at her and she sank her fangs into his shoulder. Her body was flooded with scorching heat. They sucked at each other, drowning in erotic sensations.

He pulled his fangs from her neck and swiped his finger over it. She reluctantly let go of his shoulder and he flicked a finger carelessly over the punctures.

As their blood mingled, Callie was submerged in her desire.

Rory gripped her ass firmly and stroked his c**k into her hard. He pulled her to meet his thrusts that were pummeling into her. He felt so…so incredible. He pulled her legs to his shoulders, getting deeper access.

"Yes, Rory, Yes. Fuck me hard." She was caught up in her urgency to climax. She could feel it building as he hammered without slowing. Her stomach clenched as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her channel squeezed as her body rocked.

"Rory, Rory, Rory," she chanted his name in a scream as her hips bucked and her body shook.

She could feel Rory tense as he pulled her ass hard against his groin. He let out something between a growl and a moan as he buried himself deep inside of her, releasing himself into her depths.

They were both breathless, both unable to move. Rory collapsed and rolled, pulling her on top of him as his body vibrated and he struggled hard to get his breathing under control.

She could hear his heart racing as she rested her head on his chest, her body quivering.

"It’s done." Rory’s chest was still rising and falling fast, but his voice was back to normal. She looked into his dark eyes, no longer laced with red.

"Are you all right, Callie?"

"I’m more than all right. I’m yours." She gave him a tremulous smile. "That was…intense. How do you feel?"

He gave her a broad smile. "Content. Incredibly happy…and like I could sleep for a week."

They were both spent. Rory pulled a light sheet over them and she slid to his side, curling into his body.

She tried to keep her eyes open, but her eyelids drifted shut. She could feel the tug of sleep beckoning her.

"That was incredible. I think I owe you a gourmet dinner with pie," Callie mumbled softly as she floated into the darkness.

His light laughter was the last thing she heard before letting the darkness take her under.

Rory followed shortly after.

Epilogue

Another day, Another Wedding. But this time it was different for Callie. She was having the fairy tale wedding and she was the beautiful bride. She had chosen a waist-hugging, sweeping white silk gown with pale blue accents. There was some similarities to Bri’s wedding though. The bride was radiant, and her groom was impossibly handsome.

Callie smiled broadly at her groom, still in awe of the fact that Rory was hers. It had all started with a wedding…Brianna’s wedding. She felt like she had gone full circle.

Every day was an adventure with Rory. He was the most thoughtful man she had ever known. There was rarely a day that he didn’t do something so amazing sweet that it brought tears of joy to her eyes.