Rory's Mate (5 page)

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 fucking 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 breasts 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 pussy, spearing into her hot channel.  He buried his face, his tongue fucking 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. 

Faster and faster.  Harder and harder.  So much stimulation.  Too much stimulation.  The pounding of the hot water on her breasts.  Rory's tongue attacking her clit, Rory's fingers fucking her hard.

Her climax plowed over her.  She arched her back and screamed as the pulsations exploded through her body. 

Rory didn't stop.  He continued his perpetual pleasure, drawing her orgasm out, making her body blow apart. 

When he finally rose, she was shaking from head to toe.  He positioned her in front of him, letting her feel the full force of the water flowing over her body.  He held her tightly to him, her back to his front.  She could

feel his breathing, coming hard and fast, his chest heaving. 

He lifted her out of the shower and grabbed a big, fluffy towel from the rack beside the shower.  The water shut off without anyone touching the handles of the shower. 

She was dazed and a little dizzy.  He held her up with an arm around her waist as he dried her. 

As he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom Callie could feel him trembling.  He was breathing hard, but it wasn't from exertion.  She knew he was trying to gain control.  She had learned much from Bri and she knew how he was feeling.  She could feel some of his tension, his wanting, although she had just been completely sated. 

He tucked her into bed, kissing her tenderly.  "I have to go, Callie," he croaked as he turned from the bed. 

Callie's heart ached.  She knew he was feeling tortured, but she didn't want him to go. 

"Stay with me," she whispered.  It was selfish, but she wanted him here.  She would feel so lonely without him.

His expression tortured, Rory turned back toward the bed.

Chapter 5

Ethan was right...he did feel like he was in hell.  He had felt that way since he had first touched his mate, but this situation was the worst. 

He couldn't deny his mate.  If she wanted him, he would stay.  He wanted to stay.  His heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest. 

His intense loneliness and desire to be at her side consumed him when he was without her. 

His burning desire to possess her nearly killed him when he was with her. 

He was completely fucked either way. 

Pleasing his mate was a compulsion.  He didn't want to leave her.  He wanted to be with her. 

"If you don't want to...I understand, Rory.  I'm sorry."

She was biting her lip and the look of raw vulnerability in her eyes made his chest ache.  He slid into the bed, pulling her naked, warm body against him.  "It isn't that I don't want to, Callie.  I want to be with you every minute.  It nearly killed me not to hear your voice for the last few weeks.  It's just..." his voice trailed off, low and soft. 

"I know we can't have sex.  Bri explained it.  I haven't called you to me."  She snuggled up against his powerful chest. 

"You will, Callie."  She had to...or he would go insane.

She went silent and Rory could feel her slow, even breathing against his neck. 

He needed to feed.  Satiating Callie had taken a slight edge off of his insanity because her need wasn't pounding at him, but he had come to her before he had fed.  It would help to be at full strength.

Mature vampires could go a week without feeding, but being in the mating process and not being able to claim his mate had taken a lot of energy.  He fed at least once a day to keep his beast at bay. 

He slid slowly from the bed, hating the loss of her warm, silky body against his. 

He heard her moan lightly, reaching for him.  He slid a fluffy pillow into her arms and she clutched it and settled back into sleep. 

He took one last longing look at her sleeping peacefully before he removed himself to a darker area of Denver.  It was a place where creatures, human and immortal, roamed the night with no good intentions. 

He found his source quickly, feeding from the drug dealer without remorse.  He wiped his mind clean, leaving the man with nothing but a dazed look. 

He flashed back to Callie's apartment.  As he stood at the side of the bed he felt a familiar sensation. 

Fallen!

The evil was nearly palpable.  There had to be more than one.

Nathan!

He called for his older brother.  Nathan would get the distress signal.  He didn't call Ethan or Liam.  He didn't want Ethan to leave his mate and Liam was healing.  They were twins and he could feel the faint buzz of Liam's power when he was healing.  

Rory tried to sense the evil, pin down the location.  It wasn't inside of the apartment, but it was close.  He transferred to the outside of the building and sensed a stronger presence.

He cursed himself for not surrounding the building with magic.  He had nearly failed to protect Callie.  

He barely had time to raise his arm to manufacture his sword before the fallen were upon him.

Three ugly, sunken faces appeared before him.  They could sense him as well as he could feel their evil. 

The three attacked together, probably thinking they could dispose of him quickly to get him out of the way. 

Rory spun around to get out of the reach of their razor sharp claws, but he caught slashes in the back and to his chest as he moved.  He swung his sword toward one of the figure's chest as he moved, slicing it open.  Black fluid flowed from the fallen's wound, but it didn't stop him. 

They circled him, slashing at him with their claws, trying to drain him of his blood.  Rory gave as good as he got.  Black fluid flowed with blood to the ground. 

He wasn't about to lose.  His mate was near and he would never let them get any closer to her. 

He transported, taking himself out of their circle.  He appeared behind one of the fallen and speared him in the chest.  His aim was perfect.  The heart of the fallen ruptured.  The creature fell to the ground writhing. It would soon be nothing but dust.

He would have taken a swipe to the neck that probably would have ripped his head off if not for Nathan. 

His brother appeared, completely armed and furious.  Nathan cut through the fallen that was about to attack his brother with unrestrained violence and rage.  He sliced the head from his prey and plunged his sword into it's heart.

Rory turned to the last fallen, determined to extinguish him.  The bastard needed to die.  Rory was seeing red.  Literally.  His mind was volatile at the threat to his mate.  He stepped close enough for the fallen to take a few swipes at him, but Rory didn't even feel it.   

Destroy.  Kill.  Remove the threat from my mate. 

He and Nathan struck at the same time, their swords meeting with a force so hard that it send vibrations through Rory's body.  Rory struck from the front, Nathan from the back.

Rory swayed and then hit the ground.  He heard Nathan curse. 

"Why the hell didn't you arm yourself,"  Nathan asked in a loud, irate voice.  "You could have been headless."

"No time.  They took me off guard,"  Rory replied weakly. 

"You should have fucking made time,"  Nathan grumbled as he knelt to Rory's side and started stopping the bleeding from his wounds.  "You lost a lot of blood."

Rory already knew that. He could feel the pain and weakness now that the adrenaline had calmed down. 

Nathan removed what was left of Rory's t-shirt and worked on all of the wounds, stopping the bleeding, but his slashes were deep.  He needed blood and day sleep.   

Nathan had gotten away without a scratch.  He was dressed in their fighting attire which included a black shirt and gloves designed by Liam to repel some injuries from the fallen's claws.  It was a long sleeved, turtle neck of stretchy, lightweight material.  Nathan was wearing jeans, thick boots and a belt around his waist that held a wide variety of weapons.

"Are you okay?," Rory questioned his brother. 

"Of course I'm all right.  I was smart enough to come armed and I didn't fling myself into the direct path of the fallen's claws.  What the hell were you thinking Rory?"  Nathan's fingers were on Rory's face, stopping the bleeding to some of the additional claw marks to his face. 

"Protecting Callie," he answered, as though that should explain his bizarre behavior. 

"Next time prepare to protect her."  Nathan shook his head, still angry.  "You're a trained warrior for Christ's sake.  You know better."

"Didn't matter.  I needed to get them away from her."  Rory's voice was growing weaker.  He knew the blood loss was getting to him. 

"It does matter.  Shit!  Can't any of you keep a straight head when you find your mate," Nathan answered vehemently.