Rory's Mate
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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.
Her heart melted as she looked into the eyes of her destiny.
He reached out and filled his champagne flute and refilled hers.
They had already had an official toast, but this was theirs alone.
He raised his glass and she raised her's to touch his.
With the clink of glasses, a love that would last forever was sealed.
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If you enjoyed “Rory’s Mate” I hope you will check out the other stories of The Vampire Coalition:
Prelude – Rough Mating Of The Vampire
Book 1 – Ethan’s Mate
Book 2 – Rory’s Mate
Book 3 – Nathan’s Mate
Book 4 – Liam’s Mate (To Be Released in Summer 2012)