Rory’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #2)(7)
Author: J.S. Scott

Could it be true that she was his mate? That she belonged with him? She almost believed it. She wanted to believe it.

Her mind wandered often to the night of the barbecue. Her body heated and she moaned. She couldn’t think about that night without touching herself, imagining it was Rory mastering her body. He had given her more pleasure without even making love to her than she had ever felt in her few experiences with sexual relations. What would it be like to make love with such a man?

She could see the vulnerabilities that Rory tried to hide from others, but he was still a dominant alpha male. He had no insecurities in the love making department. He had been wild with desire and knew exactly how to make her mindless. It had been exciting and a little terrifying all at once.

It was her own emotions that had overwhelmed her and made her run. That, and the marking. It had shocked and confused her so badly that she had needed to retreat, figure out what all of it meant.

Good evening, Callie.

Rory. He was awake. His low baritone voice flowed into her mind like fine wine, intoxicating and delicious.

What are you doing tonight, love. It’s friday. You have tomorrow off. I know you’re probably awake. I’m getting into the shower.

Callie knew he always got into the shower after he woke. She imagined him naked, hot water caressing his incredible body. She couldn’t stand it. She was wearing a night shirt that made it easy to slide her hand into her panties.

"I wish I was there." She answered him aloud but she knew he could hear her in her mind. She was weak. She needed him so badly. She had missed him.

Total silence greeted her as she slid her fingers along her wet slit, teasing herself.

Callie, are you all right. His voice was full of concern.

No, she wasn’t all right. She was burning hot and out of control. She spread her legs and delved into her pu**y. She slid her fingers the entire length of her aching cunt, circling her clit. "I’m touching myself. Imagining you in the shower. I can’t help myself. I’m thinking about the night of the barbecue." She answered him, unable to stop now that she had started.

She heard him growl, a low tortured sound that she felt roll through her entire body.

Let me come sate you, Callie. Please. I need to. You are my mate. I can feel your need. And you are feeling some of mine. I’m sorry, Callie. I try to contain it. I woke up hard. I was thinking of you. I was palming my cock.

She wasn’t sure anything could sate her. She felt like she was in perpetual heat. She rolled her hips up and her fingers caressed her clit.

"Oh God. Come to me naked, Rory. I need to see you."

She had no more said the words and Rory was there. He was dry but gloriously nude. The breath left her body as she saw him standing beside the couch, watching her. His eyes were wild and needy as he watched her touching herself, trying to relieve her burning body. She knew she was looking at him the same way.

His body was perfect, all rippling muscle and golden skin. His c**k was hard and…gigantic.

He scooped her up, taking her hand away, stopping her from touching herself.

"No," she cried out, needing the stimulation to her clit, as he started walking toward her bedroom. He found the bathroom first and detoured.

"I satisfy my mate. You have no need to do it yourself." He sounded demanding and possessive as he pulled her nightshirt over her head.

He pulled it off and dropped it to the floor, leaving her only in her tiny panties.

He groaned as he put her hands over her head and pushed her against the bathroom wall. He held her wrists with one hand over her head while his head dipped down to tease her br**sts. "You are so beautiful, Callie." His comment was muffled as he devoured her, biting and stroking her nipple with his tongue and teeth. His other hand slipped to her other breast, pinching and stroking.

She writhed as he toyed with her br**sts, his touch making her more out of control.

He stopped and kneeled, jerking her panties down her legs.

She stepped out them, leaving her completely naked. She didn’t have a chance to worry about her body being exposed. Being plump most of her life had left her shy about being nude in front of anyone. But the burning, intense look in Rory’s eyes made her sizzle.

"You’re f**king perfect," his voice was husky, dripping with need.

He lifted her like she was petite. He turned the shower on with his magic and brought her inside. He lowered her to her feet and wrapped her tightly in his arms. His mouth cover hers in a kiss that sucked her breath from her body. He pinned her to the wall, his body covering her, pressing her against the tile, now warm from the hot water. His mouth took hers with intensity. It was a kiss of desperation, of possession. His tongue stroked hers roughly as his hands molded her body, touching her everywhere.

She groaned into his mouth, needing him, needing more.

As though he sensed her need he brought his hands to her br**sts and kneaded them, sending a jolt straight between her legs.

His mouth left hers and wandered down her body. He lifted her leg to the ledge. It was high and it spread her legs wide. As he lowered his body so that he was kneeling before her, she could feel the hot spray of water caressing her skin.

He filled his hands with her creamy body wash and ran the silky fluid over the inside of her thighs as he dipped his head between her legs.

Sensation overwhelmed her and she moaned his name. His mouth covering her aching cunt, his tongue invading her. He had perfect access with her leg hitched high on the ledge. She was open and exposed. His hands continued gliding over her thighs, the lather making it a continuous erotic slide. His tongue lapped, sliding through her soaking pu**y, spearing into her hot channel. He buried his face, his tongue f**king her, his teeth abrading her clit as he tipped his head back for full access.

Her hands slapped against the tile, trying to gain purchase as sensation whirled through her body. It was so much…so much. "Rory," she panted his name, her senses out of control.

His lathered hands slid up to ass, stroking the globes roughly as his tongue slid to her sensitive clit, laving and nipping. He gripped her ass and pulled her snug against his mouth, his tongue tight against her aching bud. He flicked and laved hard and fast.

She felt like she was whirling, the vertigo making her grab for something solid. Her hands landed on Rory’s shoulders, clutching him to keep from falling. "Yes, Rory, Yes. Make me cum. Please." She was screaming as she threw her head back. She knew she was begging, but she didn’t care. This man had total possession of her body and she needed him to give her release.

He took one of his hands off her ass, holding her securely with the other. He slid two of his large fingers into her empty cunt, sliding into her begging hole smoothly. His fingers filled her, starting a furious rhythm that matched his tongue.