Rory’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #2)(4)
Author: J.S. Scott

Callie was relieved when the conversation was interrupted by a booming voice. "Did you make my pies?"

Rory. She turned from the stove to watch him enter the kitchen. Oh Lord, he looked good enough to eat for dinner. She’d gladly give up the food if she could have a piece of him. She answered lightly. "Of course. I got your message from Bri."

He smiled brightly, making her heart flip flop. He grabbed a frozen glass from the freezer and helped himself to the drinks. "How are you, Callie?, he asked with genuine interest as Bri went forward and hugged him hard and without hesitation. Bri gave him a loud smack on the cheek.

"Good. Except I spent the morning in the kitchen making your banana cream pies from scratch. It’s supposed to be my day off," she teased him lightly.

He shrugged and raised his brow, pinning her with his eyes. "It’s your fault. You brought them last time and now I’m going through withdrawals."

Bri released Rory and gave him the once over. "You look nice tonight, Rory."

Rory blew off the comment by replying. "Not as nice as you two."

Bri did look stunning in her red capri pants and a bright red and blue patterned spaghetti strap top. She had on a pair of strappy sandals that showcased her slim calves.

Callie had tried hard. She had on a yellow sundress with capped sleeves and a pair of white sandals, however, most of her was currently covered by a full apron that she wore while she was cooking. Her long, thick hair was pulled back with a yellow hair tie that left the mass of dark brown curls trailing down her neck. She quickly took the apron off. She was almost done and it looked horrible with her yellow sundress. Callie put it gently on the kitchen chair, trying not to be obvious that she wanted to look better.

"Charmer!" Bri picked up her drink and grabbed up the extra one in her other hand. "I guess I should go give my husband his drink. He’s is slaving over the barbecue. Are you coming out to see Ethan," Bri asked Rory as she made her way across the kitchen.

"I’ll be out in a few minutes, Bri."

"Okay. Take your time. We’ll be on the patio." Bri’s voice trailed off as she exited the kitchen.

Rory picked up his drink again and came to lean against the counter that was only a few feet from Callie. "Do you need any help?"

Oh God. She could smell him. He smelled so…male. She wasn’t sure what scent he used, but it drove her crazy. She tried to keep her distance as much as possible. "Nope, everything is under control. If Ethan doesn’t burn the steaks, everything will be perfect."

"Everything will be perfect regardless. You’re here. I’ve really missed talking to you." His voice was casual but genuine.

Damn it. I hate it when he says things like that.

Flustered, Callie dropped the spoon into the pan of sauce and went to retrieve it without thinking. She hissed as the hot sauce burned her hand. She quickly pulled the sauce off of the heat and went around Rory to get to the sink. She turned on the cold water and let it run over her fingers. It burned, but she was used to worse. It was a just a tiny minor burn to her two fingers.

"Callie, are you okay. Did you burn yourself?" Rory’s voice was full of concern.

"I’m fine. It was a stupid thing to do. It’s just a tiny burn. It happens a lot in my profession." She left the water running over her fingers, the burn already easing.

Rory came to the sink, his eyes full of concern as she looked up at him.

And then it happened.

He reached out his hand to bring her hand out of the water to look at it, lifting her it out of the water gently…and all hell broke loose.

Chapter 3

Rory never knew what hit him. One moment he was reaching for Callie’s hand and the next thing he knew his whole body was on fire.

Mine!

His mating mark burned as he held Callie’s small hand in his larger one. He looked at her and saw his destiny. His mate. His woman. His body burned and his c**k was rock hard, ready to claim her…now!

She was so beautiful. So…his.

He pulled her into his arms and brought her warm, feminine body into his. He claimed her mouth, swooping down, needing to brand her, needing to possess her.

Her mouth was warm and opened under his persistent embrace. His primitive instincts rejoiced in her surrender. He put his hand behind her head and pulled her mouth tighter against his. He captured her tongue and started a slide in and out of her mouth as he wanted to do with his cock.

He didn’t know how long he kissed her. He kept moving positions, conquering her mouth from every angle. His hands moved possessively over her body, grasping her rear and pulling it hard against his hot, throbbing member.

I need to be inside of her. I need to have her. She’s mine. I need to make her moan with pleasure. I need her to want me.

His thoughts were fractured, his actions instinctive. He pulled up her light sundress, needing to feel her moist center. She felt so perfect, so warm, so female.

His hands slid over her panties, cupping her ass. He lifted her and sat her on the kitchen table, his mouth never stopping his relentless assault.

Callie was moaning into his mouth, her arms wrapped around his neck. He demanded and she responded.

Rory could sense her desire, her need. He needed to satiate her.

His need. Her need. They both pounded into him hard. He ran one of his hands along her thighs, stroking her soft skin. His other hand went to her generous, perfect br**sts. He needed to feel her soft skin. He grabbed the neck of the dress and pulled. The buttons gave way and the dress opened down the front. He didn’t bother to look for a clasp for her bra. It wasn’t that tight so he yanked it up to free her br**sts.

His hand roamed over both br**sts, touching every inch of the soft flesh. His fingers pinched and caressed her ni**les.

His other hand slid to her hot core, delving under panties.

She’s hot and wet. Ready to be taken.

He pulled his mouth from hers. "Open," he demanded, needing to touch her. She responded by spreading her legs. His fingers immediately dipped into her soft, dewey center.

He laid her back on the table and brought his mouth to her br**sts.

"Rory." She moaned his name with passion and it sent him into a frenzy. He needed to satisfy her needs. He wanted to watch her climax. For him. Only for him.

He yanked her panties down her legs and they fell to her ankles. He lifted her dress to her waist, baring her to his gaze. He spread her legs open and buried his fingers into her slick, wet heat. He continued to lave and nip her br**sts as his fingers worked her cunt. He slipped two fingers into her needy channel, filling her. He used his other hand to roughly slide along her clit.

He knew he was sweating. The droplets were pouring from his face and dropping onto her br**sts. He didn’t care. All he wanted was to watch her cum.