Rory's Mate (8 page)

He jerked as his soul entered his body.  Hers settled back into place.  She looked up and saw his haunted, glowing eyes as his soul fought for purchase in his body.  It was unsettled.  It would be that way until he joined with his mate. 

"Mine!"  his voice was ragged.  His glowing eyes revealed the hunger of a predator. 

Callie quivered as he took her mouth, his arms felt like steel around her body.  She could feel his need to possess, to take her.  She wanted him rough and wild.  His tongue was wild and untamed.  He brought his hand roughly behind her head, controlling the embrace, demanding she submit. He grunted as he pulled his mouth from hers. 

"Free my cock."  His demanding voice set her on fire.  His needs and her needs were combined.  There was no way of knowing which were hers and what was his.  She only knew that she needed him.  She reached down and felt for the strings that would liberate his member.  Her fingers brushed over his swollen cock, hard and demanding to be free from it's confinement. 

As she tossed away the cloth he scooped her up and brought her to the silken bed, decorated in a black and white leopard pattern. 

Rory pushed a button on the headboard and she saw something lowering from the high ceiling.  He set her on her feet beside the bed and brought her arms up above her head.  She felt the restraints tighten around her wrists and groaned.  He had her on her feet and secured with restraints from above. 

"Mine."  His scarlet eyes blazed, surveying her in her vulnerable position. 

Callie pulled on the restraints.  They were metal poles except for the wrist fastenings.  They had very little give.  They were tight and she was his prisoner.  Her already moist pussy flooded. 

His hands roamed her body possessively.  She gasped his hands pinched at her erect nipples, the sensation rocketing straight between her thighs. 

"Rory...I need you fuck me."  Her body burned to feel his cock slamming into her. 

He ignored her.  His mouth joined his fing
ers in tormenting her breasts.
His tongue laving and nipping.  His hand found it's way between her legs, gliding into her moist center.  She was slick and wet. 

"Wet.  Hot.  Have to taste you."  Rory grunted as he moved down her body.  "Spread your legs.  Now." 

She spread her legs, but
he pulled them further apart.
He attacked her mound with his mouth, teeth and lips, sending her into a spiral of need and desire.  She pulled against the restraints, wanting to pull his head into her aching pussy.
"Rory, please.  Make me cum."
Her every thought was focused on relieving this agony from her fiery body. 

His masterful tongue slipped along her lower lips.  His thumbs separated her and plundered her sensitive clit, making her body quake.  She had to climax.  She couldn't stand it anymore.  She tried to grind against his mouth. 

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 cock 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 fucked 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 fuck you." 

Oh, God, yes.  Her channel was clenching at the thought of his huge cock 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 fuck her.  He pushed deep.  The two of them groaned together as he started a demanding pace. 

"Need to fuck 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 cock 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 cock 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.

She had gone back to work part time, although she really didn't need to.  When Rory had said he was loaded...he wasn't joking.  But she enjoyed it and it filled the evenings when Rory was doing his work with The Coalition. 

She looked around the bride and groom's table where she sat beside Rory.  Liam, Nathan, Ethan and Bri.  Kristin and Adare were also there.  They had all been part of the wedding party.  Now they were like the family she had never had. 

She eyed Liam and Nathan, wishing they would find their mates.   She had come to care about all of Rory's brothers and wanted their happiness.

Hmmm...maybe Nathan.  He was oldest.  She loved Nathan like a brother but he would be a hard man to crack.  He was an elder.  He would be volatile.  It would take a special woman. 

It would take a saint, love.
  She heard Rory's wry comment in her mind.

Rory.  Would she ever get used to the fact that they could communicate without speaking?

He doesn't need a saint.  He needs a woman that will stand up to him.  Shake him up a bit. 
She answered with certainty.  Nathan Hale needed a strong woman.

"He wouldn't like it,"  Rory mused aloud. 

"But it would be good for him  He'd secretly love it."  She insisted.

Rory looked at her doubtfully and she smiled.  "I guess we'll just have to wait and see what's fated for him." 

"He's certain he won't mate."  Rory warned her. 

"I think he will.  Just call it women's intuition, but I do think Nathan will have a mate."  She told him with confidence.

"That would be something I wouldn't want to miss,"  Rory answered with laughter in his voice.

"Sometimes...it just takes the right woman."  Callie sipped her champagne thoughtfully. 

"Yes it does, love.  I know I was lucky."  Rory turned her face to his and kissed her gently.