Rory's Mate (6 page)

Rory looked at Nathan's ferocious expression and gave him a weak smile.  "No," he said simply.

He couldn't think of anything except Callie. 

Rory.  Come to me.
     

The soft, feminine voice drifted through his mind. He jerked as he felt her beloved voice compelling him. 

I need you to come to me.

He knew instinctively that it was the mating call.  It beckoned him.  Seduced him.  It was her unconscious mind and it was hypnotic. 

"Take me to, Callie," Rory commanded his brother, knowing he was too weak to transport.  He needed Nathan's help. 

Nathan rolled his eyes, exasperated.  "You need blood.  Now." 

"She's calling.  I have to go to her."  Rory's voice was desperate. 

Nathan looked like he was going to argue, but he touched his brother's arm and transported him to Callie. 

Rory appeared beside the bed, Nathan holding him up.  Rory's legs wouldn't hold him.  He sank to sit on the side of the bed with Nathan supporting him. 

Callie woke, her voice heavy with sleep, "Rory?"

Nathan lit the room, turning on the bedside lamp.  Then he used his magic to clean the access blood from Rory and clothed him in clean jeans.  He left him shirtless because of his unhealed injuries.  Callie sat up and gasped as she saw Rory. 

"Oh my God, what happened!"  Callie eyed his torso and gently touched her fingers to his face. 

Rory knew he was torn up and probably a pretty ugly sight.  He would have waited...but Callie had called. 

"He had a little run in with a few of the fallen.  If you think he looks bad...the fallen lost."  Nathan answered casually. "He needs blood."

He pulled a knife from his belt and slit his own wrist without hesitation.  He held it out to Rory.

Rory took it gratefully, knowing he was weak.  He took as much from Nathan as he could without weakening him and stopped the cut from bleeding with a swipe of his finger. 

Rory felt the roar of Nathan's powerful blood flow through his veins.  He wasn't at full strength, but it made him significantly improved.  The large gashes hurt less and he could move without much effort. 

He turned to Callie and informed her softly, "You called me.  Do you remember?"

She paused for a moment and then shook her head. 

He put his hand to her cheek, looking into her eyes.  "Remember, Callie."  It was a command, a subtle jolt to her subconscious. 

She nodded slowly before answering, "I remember.  I could sense that you needed me.  I needed to see you.  I did call to you."  She frowned as she looked over his injuries.  "Do you need more blood.  Can you take it from me?" 

Before he could open his mouth Nathan answered, "He can now.  You called him."  Nathan and Callie exchanged a look, a silent communication. Nathan looked satisfied that Callie would take care of his brother.  "I have to go do damage and clean up duty.  I'm pretty sure a few people noticed the fight.  They need to forget it." 

"My injuries are closing from your blood.  I will finish healing during day sleep,"  Rory told Nathan.

Nathan's eyes evaluated the gashes.  He nodded his agreement.  "You will heal.  Next time try arming yourself before you take on three fallen at a time, brother."  He gave Rory a mocking expression before he disappeared. 

Nathan was gone before Rory could even thank him.  Not that Nathan would acknowledge it.  "He always has to have the last word," he grumbled to himself as he turned back to Callie. 

"Lay down, Rory.  Can you take off your jeans?"  Callie started fussing, stroking his hair, her expression concerned. 

He raised his eyebrows and gave her a mischievous smile.  "If I say that I can't, will you do it for me?"

Callie gave him a scolding expression.  "This is no time for jokes, Rory.  You were badly hurt."

She was unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his zipper before Rory had the chance to remove them.  He was perfectly able to do it now, but her fingers were brushing against his cock and he rather liked the feeling.  His mating instincts flared.  His cock was hard and ready.  Callie was struggling with the zipper to move it over his enlarged member. 

He laid back on the bed resting his hands behind his head and let her fuss over him. 

His injuries hurt...but he had suffered much worse injuries with his work in The Coalition.  This was nothing more than a temporary annoyance. 

His mating instincts were another issue.  As he watched Callie get his zipper down and start to gently pulled his jeans off,  his body was on fire.

Mine.  Need to take her.  Fuck her senseless.

Rory watched her eyes grow large as she shucked off his jeans.  He wore no underwear and his cock was standing fully erect.  She licked her lips and he almost groaned.  He could feel her desire.  He knew she was trying not look at his dick, her concern for him coming before her desire.  But it was there.

She shimmied back up his body, examining his injuries as she went. 

Need to have her.

When she reached the head of the bed she kissed him softly and held her arm over his lips, telling him anxiously, "Here Rory.  Take my blood.  You need it." 

Rory started to smile at her earnest expression and her wrist dangling in front of his face . 

He pulled her body against his and rolled, pinning her soft body beneath his, telling her in a low, sultry voice, "No sweetheart, that isn't exactly what I had in mind."

Chapter 6

He moved so fast that he was on her before she could blink, the motions happening in a blur. His body felt so good on top her.  Strong, warm and seductive. 

"No, Rory.  You're hurt.  You can't do this."  She squirmed under him, trying to get away.  She wanted him, but not when he could irritate his wounds. 

His mouth took hers, hard and demanding.  His hands held her head, holding it still to accept his possessive claim.  His tongue commanded entry and she gave it.  She was helpless to fight him.  She accepted the wet, erotic intrusion and her body was on fire.  One touch, one kiss...and she was lost to him. 

"It's not my injuries hurting, love.  It's my need to fuck you," he told her in a low, husky voice as he pulled his mouth from hers and and put it near her ear.  "I have to have you."

He laved her ear and the side of her neck, his mouth moving over the large vein.  She felt a sharp pain and then her body ignited. 

She was flooded with erotic, sensual feeling, her hips rocking up against him as he pulled from her neck.  Her desire escalated and her need for him pounded through her body.  She held his head, ran her hands through his wavy, silky hair.

She groaned.  "Fuck me, Rory.  I need you." 

He reached down between their bodies, stroking between her thighs.  He finished suckling and stopped  her blood flow with his finger, while his other hand slid into her warm, wet core.  She was slick and sensitive, her body jerking as his finger slid over her clit. 

"You're so hot and wet.  I need to fuck your tight cunt."  His voice was tortured and raspy.  He pinned her arms over her head easily, taking her wrists in one hand.  His hot breath panted in her ear, "Tell me you want me. Beg me to fuck you."

His primal instincts had taken over...and so had hers.  She wanted to sob with need.  She wanted to submit to him as much as he wanted to conquer her.  "Please, Rory.  I need your cock.  Take me.  Fuck me hard."

He took his massive cock with the hand between her legs and teased with the head.  He slid it along her clit, wetting himself with her abundant juices. 

She thrashed her head, needing him to fill her.  "Please, Rory.  I feel so empty."

"Mine,"  he breathed in her ear with a growl. 

"Yes.  Yours.  Always yours."  Her mind was in turmoil, focused only on her pussy and the need for him to possess her. 

He slid his cock into her in one smooth glide,  breaching her completely in one hard thrust. 

It burned.  He stretched her, opened her.  She had never been filled like this before, but she rejoiced at the feeling of their joining.  Her walls squeezed him and she heard him make a strangled sound.

"So tight.  So wet.  So mine.  Put your legs around my waist,"  he choked out as his mouth moved to claim hers.

She wrapped her legs around him, locking them around his hips.  She started to move as his tongue thrust into her mouth. 

The silky friction drove her wild.  He wasn't slow or gentle.  He mastered her, taking her hard, pumping into her with deep, fast strokes.  His tongue fucked her mouth as his cock invaded her core. 

His hands held her wrists firmly.  She tried to pull them away so that she could touch him, but he had her captured. Her hips rose to meet him, colliding with his groin with ferocious intensity.

Skin slapped skin and she could hear the wet meeting.

Faster...harder...deeper. 

He pulled his mouth from hers, his breathing shallow and rapid. 

She could feel her climax approaching, her body trembling and her muscles contracting.  "Rory!"   She screamed his name,  her body beginning to spasm. 

"Yes, Callie, cum.  Cum for me,"  his chest was heaving as he continued to drive his cock home, but his voice was demanding. 

She ruptured as the orgasm took control, seizing her body.  Her muscles squeezed his cock and he threw his head back.  "Mine."  He let out a tortured groan.   

Rory buried himself deep inside of her, releasing himself in a hot stream as Callie milked him with her contractions. 

He fell on top her, his body sweaty and hot.  He released her wrists and rolled immediately off of her. 

She missed his heat.  She was breathless and spent as she lay beside him.  He took her hand in his, pulling it to his mouth to kiss her palm. 

They didn't speak as they tried to recover. 

Rory raised up and looked at her, raking his eyes over her body.  "Did I hurt you?"  He sounded anxious.

She smiled weakly as she met his nervous gaze.  "I'll be sore in muscles that I haven't used for a while." 

He frowned and cursed.  "I shouldn't have taken you.  We haven't exchanged blood.  You aren't strong enough to deal with a vampire's volatile lovemaking.  I tried to hold back once I thought about it, but I was too far gone.  I tried not to hurt you."  His voice was remorseful, almost agonized. 

"Rory, you didn't hurt me.  For God's sake, I've never orgasmed like that.  I wanted you.  So much."  She stroked his cheek lightly, avoiding any of his injuries.  "I'm worried about you."

He smiled.  His bright, wonderful smile that made her heart accelerate and skip a beat.  This man...was extraordinary. 

She felt the tears leak from her eyes as she watched his smiling but still concerned face.  He had gashes from his waist up that would have anyone screaming in pain and his concern was for her.

He reached up gently and wiped away the tears, but they continued to fall.

"Callie?  Baby, what's the matter.  Please don't cry.  I did hurt you.  I'm so sorry."  His entire face expressed deep sorrow.

"No, Rory.  It isn't that."  She hiccupped as she tried to find words to explain. 

"I love you, Rory.  I probably have almost since the day we met at the wedding.  You were someone special since that day."  It wasn't what she had meant to say, but it had come from her heart.