Vampire Coalition - Complete Collection

by J. S. Scott

  Nathan had gladly joined The Coalition when he grew older, and Rory knew he took great pleasure in destroying the fallen. Nathan’s hatred for the fallen was nearly an obsession.

  Rory paused in the middle of his bedroom, debating how to dress himself.

  He frowned, wondering why he cared. His usual attire was jeans, a t-shirt and black leather boots. He’d never really thought about whether or not they were attractive.

  But Callie would be there. Rory grudgingly admitted that he liked her. He liked her. He couldn’t feel physical desire for any women, but he wanted to impress her. There was just…something about her. They had only run into each other a few times at Ethan’s, but they had somehow become friends. He saw her…and she saw him. They were like kindred spirits who understood each other. He wanted her to like him, to trust him.

  She looks at me like I’m someone special.

  Rory had never been special. His twin was a healer with extraordinary powers. And Rory…was just the twin. He didn’t envy his brother. Being a healer took enormous dedication and it was a huge weight on Liam’s shoulders. But Liam was special and sometimes Rory wished that he could be seen for himself instead of just being the other twin.

  He was proud of Liam. He admired him. They were extremely close because they were twins. But sometimes…just sometimes…he felt eclipsed by Liam.

  Maybe that was why he valued Callie’s friendship. She never looked at Liam the way she looked at him. She didn’t talk to Liam or Nathan in the same way.

  He clothed himself in an expensive suit.

  Nope. Looks like I’m trying too hard.

  He tried casual pants and a silk shirt with a thick gold chain.

  Christ! I look like a pimp.

  Okay…nice black designer jeans. Armani polo shirt. Italian-leather casual shoes. Rolex watch.

  Not bad. Better than my usual.

  Rory laughed at himself as he grabbed his car keys and let himself into the garage. He could hardly transport himself into Ethan’s house with Callie there. Besides, he liked driving. He slid into his loaded Navigator, loving the smell and feel of the custom leather seats. The big four wheel drive was appropriate for winter in the Rocky Mountains and Rory liked the space. He needed it to comfortably accommodate his body.

  He pulled out of the garage and secured the house as he exited the front gate. As he drove along the private road that would take him to the main highway, he started whistling a current tune.

  Callie’s favorite song.

  He pushed the accelerator. Ethan’s home was a twenty-five minute drive. Maybe he could make it in fifteen.

  ******

  Callie had arrived at Brianna and Ethan’s sprawling ranch home over an hour ago. She had brought some side dishes with her and some she was currently rushing around Bri’s kitchen trying to complete.

  She had made the banana cream pies in advance and they were currently chilling in the fridge.

  Rory’s favorite.

  Shit! Could she stop thinking about Rory? He was not for her. He was too handsome, too compelling…too everything. He had no interest in her…but she liked him. And she knew he liked her. They could talk. He had no sexual interest in her, but there was…something. Some kind of connection. They hadn’t really seen each other all that much, but when they did, they were able to talk like old friends. He gave her his undivided attention and he seemed to hang on her every word.

  But the sexual attraction was missing. On his side anyway. Personally, she would like to jump his bones and have him a million different ways. Unfortunately, the feeling wasn’t mutual. She didn’t sense that desire on his part, and he seemed totally oblivious to hers.

  She sighed as she finished off her special chef’s salad. The man didn’t have any vanity, and she couldn’t figure out how he had never acquired at least a little. He could act cocky at times, but it was a facade. She felt the insecurity hiding deep within the man, and it was really bizarre for a man that looked like every woman’s secret sexual fantasy.

  Brianna came breezing into the kitchen looking breathless. Ethan had caught her again. She had that glassy-eyed, kiss-swollen lips look of a woman that had just been kissed senseless. She and Ethan couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other.

  “How’s it coming?” Brianna asked brightly. Too brightly.

  “Fine, Bri. Ethan catch you again?” Callie laughed lightly as she watched Bri’s face flush.

  “He’s wicked sometimes. But I have to admit I don’t try very hard to get away.” Bri winked at her and opened the refrigerator, taking out a pitcher of margaritas. She pulled three glasses from the freezer. “I think its cocktail time.”

  “Can I ask you something, Bri?” Callie questioned hesitantly.

  “Ask away,” Bri answered as she filled the glasses with frozen margaritas.

  “I was wondering…is Rory gay?”

  Bri was just starting to take a sip of her drink and nearly choked on it. “Rory? Oh God, no. Why do you ask?”

  Callie picked up her drink and took a swallow, savoring the fruity taste. “Nothing. I just wondered.”

  Scratch that thought. He’s perfectly straight and just not interested.

  “Callie, are you interested in Rory?” Bri cocked her head and gave her a curious look.

  “No, no. Not at all. I was just curious. I mean…I like him. He’s really nice. But I know there’s no interest there for him,” she answered. She tried to hide her blushing cheeks from Bri.

  Bri studied Callie for a moment before replying carefully. “Listen hon…things are complicated with Rory. With all of the brothers. It isn’t you.”

  “You don’t have to make excuses, Bri. This is me. Your BFF. You don’t have to sugarcoat the excuses. I’m used to men not being interested,” Callie answered, her arms crossing in front of her.

  Bri grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. “You’re a beautiful woman, Callie. Inside and out. I wish you would realize that. Any man would be lucky to have you.” Bri looked her straight in the eye before adding, “I repeat…it is not you.”

  “It’s nothing, Bri. Don’t worry about it. It was just curiosity.” Callie broke away from Bri as she spoke, turning back to her vegetables on the stove.

  “He does like you, Callie. He asks about you all the time. It isn’t lack of interest…it’s just…” Bri paused as if looking for the right words. “Shit, Callie. It’s really complicated,” Bri finished, sounding exasperated and frustrated.

  Callie was relieved when the conversation was interrupted by a booming voice. “Did you make my pies?”

  Rory. She turned from the stove to watch him enter the kitchen. Oh Lord, he looked good enough to eat for dinner. She’d gladly give up the food if she could have a piece of him. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she answered lightly. “Of course. I got your message from Bri.”

  He smiled brightly, making her heart flip flop. He grabbed a frozen glass and helped himself to the drinks. “How are you, Callie?” he asked with genuine interest as Bri went forward and hugged him hard and unhesitatingly, giving him a loud smack on the cheek.

  “Good. Except I spent the morning in the kitchen making your banana cream pies from scratch. It’s supposed to be my day off,” she teased him lightly.

  He shrugged and raised his brow, pinning her with his eyes. “It’s your fault. You brought them last time and now I’m going through withdrawal.”

  Bri released Rory and gave him the once over. “You look nice tonight, Rory.”

  Rory blew off the comment by replying. “Not as nice as you two.”

  Bri did look stunning in her red capri pants and a bright red and blue patterned spaghetti strap top. She had on a pair of strappy sandals that showcased her slim calves.

  Callie had tried hard. She had on a yellow sundress with capped sleeves and a pair of white sandals, however, most of her was currently covered by a full apron that she wore while she was cooking. Her long, thick hair was pulled back with a yellow hair tie that lef
t the mass of dark brown curls trailing down her neck. She quickly took the apron off. She was almost done and it looked horrible with her yellow sundress. Callie put it gently on the kitchen chair, trying not to be obvious about wanting to look better.

  “Charmer!” Bri picked up her drink and grabbed an extra one in her other hand. “I guess I should go give my husband his drink. He’s slaving over the barbecue. Are you coming out to see Ethan?” Bri asked Rory as she made her way across the kitchen.

  “I’ll be out in a few minutes, Bri.”

  “Okay. Take your time. We’ll be on the patio.” Bri’s voice trailed off as she exited the kitchen.

  Rory picked up his drink again and came to lean against the counter, a few feet from Callie. “Do you need any help?”

  Oh, God. She could smell him, and his scent was so damn…male. She wasn’t sure what cologne he used, but it drove her crazy. She tried to keep her distance as much as possible. “Nope, everything is under control. If Ethan doesn’t burn the steaks, everything will be perfect.”

  “Everything will be perfect regardless. You’re here. I’ve really missed talking to you.” His voice was casual but genuine.

  Damn it. I hate it when he says things like that.

  Flustered, Callie dropped the spoon into a pan of sauce and went to retrieve it without thinking. She hissed as the hot liquid burned her hand. She quickly pulled the sauce off of the heat and went around Rory to get to the sink. She turned on the cold water and let it run over her fingers. It burned, but she was used to worse. It was a just a minor scald to her two fingers.

  “Callie, are you okay? Did you burn yourself?” Rory’s voice was full of concern.

  “I’m fine. It was a stupid thing to do. It’s just a tiny burn. It happens a lot in my profession. Occupational hazard” She left the water running over her fingers, the burn already easing.

  Rory came to the sink, his eyes full of distress, as she looked up at him.

  And then it happened.

  He reached out to lift her hand out of the water to look at it…and all hell broke loose.

  Chapter 3

  Rory never knew what hit him. One moment he was reaching for Callie’s hand and the next thing he knew his whole body was on fire.

  Mine!

  His mating mark burned as he held Callie’s small hand in his larger one. He looked at her and saw his destiny. His mate. His woman. His body burned and his cock was rock hard, ready to claim her…now!

  She was so beautiful. So…his.

  He pulled her into his arms and brought her warm, feminine body flush with his. He claimed her mouth, swooping down, needing to brand her, needing to possess her.

  Her mouth was warm, opening under his persistent embrace. His primitive instincts rejoiced in her surrender. He put his hand behind her head and pulled her mouth tighter against his. He captured her tongue and started a slide in, slide out motion, mimicking what he wanted to do with his cock.

  He didn’t know how long he kissed her. He kept moving position, conquering her mouth from every angle. His hands moved possessively over her body, grasping her rear and pulling it hard against his hot, throbbing member.

  I need to be inside her. I need to have her. She’s mine. I need to make her moan with pleasure. I need her to want me.

  His thoughts were fractured, his actions instinctive. He pulled up her light sundress, needing to feel her moist center. She felt so perfect, so warm, so female.

  His hands slid over her panties, cupping her ass. He lifted her and sat her on the kitchen table, his mouth never stopping his relentless assault.

  Callie was moaning into his mouth, her arms wrapped around his neck. He demanded and she responded.

  Rory could sense her desire, her need. He needed to satiate her.

  His need. Her need. They both pounded into him hard. He ran one of his hands along her thighs, stroking her soft skin. His other hand went to her generous, perfect breasts. He needed to feel her soft skin. He grabbed the neck of the dress and pulled. The buttons gave way and the dress opened down the front. He didn’t bother to look for a clasp for her bra. It wasn’t that tight so he yanked it up to free her breasts.

  His hand roamed over both breasts, touching every inch of the soft flesh. His fingers pinched and caressed her nipples.

  His other hand slid to her hot core, delving under panties.

  Fuck! She’s hot and wet. Ready to be taken. For me. Just for me. Mine.

  He pulled his mouth from hers. “Open,” he demanded, needing to touch her. She responded by spreading her legs, responding to his dominance, and it nearly drove him mad. His fingers immediately dipped into her soft, moist core.

  He laid her back on the table and brought his mouth to her breasts.

  “Rory.” She moaned his name with passion and it sent him into a frenzy. He needed to satisfy her needs. He wanted to watch her climax. For him. Only for him.

  He yanked her panties down her legs and they fell to her ankles. He lifted her dress to her waist, baring her to his gaze. He spread her legs wider and buried his fingers into her slick, wet heat. He continued to lave and nip her breasts as his fingers worked her pussy. He slipped two fingers into her needy channel, filling her. He used his other hand to roughly slide along her clit.

  He knew he was sweating. The droplets were pouring from his face and dropping onto her breasts. But he didn’t give a shit; all he wanted was to watch her come.

  She was groaning, her head thrashing back and forth. So close. So close.

  He panted as one hand worked her channel, the other sliding along her clit. She was so slick that his fingers glided easily and he picked up the pace, her need becoming his. His fingers were coordinated, slamming into her aching opening and working her sensitive bud in sync.

  Rory could feel her entire body trembling, her climax beginning. He lifted his mouth from her breasts as he watched her.

  Christ…she was beautiful. Some of her hair had worked itself free and silky strands tangled around her face. She was biting her lip, her eyes closed. She was laid out on the table, open for him to give her pleasure and she looked like the finest feast he had ever seen.

  He felt her climax start. It pulsed over his fingers, clenching the two in her channel tightly. She arched her back as she murmured his name over and over.

  Elation that he had satisfied has mate washed over him in waves. He could feel her climax almost as if it was his own.

  He was tempted to cover her and fuck her just like this, but he was mesmerized, watching and feeling her find her release.

  He didn’t stop his persistent fingers from their assault and she continued to climax, helpless to stop it, completely at his mercy. And Rory wanted to prolong her pleasure, stretch it out as much as possible.

  As he felt the contractions subside he pulled her up and into his arms. Her arms clasp around him like a vise. She panted, “Rory, Oh God. That’s never happened before. Not like that.”

  He held her tightly, fighting with his instincts. He wanted to beat on his chest with primitive satisfaction. He was the only one to make her come this hard, this good.

  Mine!

  He continued to hold her trembling body, feeling her hot breath against his neck as she recovered.

  Rory fought his instincts to take her. He needed her, wanted her soft and warm beneath him. He wanted that moist heat accepting his hard cock until both of them were breathless. This woman was his. His mate. And he needed to stake his claim on her.

  “Rory, what the hell happened?” she asked him softly, her voice shaky as she pulled away from him.

  He knew his eyes were burning with desire and longing. Making no effort to hide his gaze, he watched her become aware of his need, his wants, and when she pulled away he nearly growled.

  Callie slid off of the table and pulled her panties back up. She smoothed down her dress and pulled her bra down, frowning at the ripped buttons of her dress. She held the top together with one hand.

  She was afraid.
Rory could feel it, sense it and he could see the fear in her eyes.

  Her eyes raked over him, her expression horrified. Shit, he knew he looked wild, and she was obviously scared. He struggled for control, barely able to keep from reaching for again and taking her.

  But he didn’t like seeing her afraid.

  Don’t be scared. Please don’t be scared. He reached for her with his mind. He knew she could hear him. They had already touched. The mental intimacy would be there.

  She didn’t answer. Her hands shook as her eyes landed on his mating mark. As soon as he had touched her the mark had been revealed and his magic could no longer cover it.

  She stared at it, terror in her eyes.

  She took one last frightened look at him and fled, grabbing her purse and her keys and started running for the door like her life depended on it.

  “No! Callie!” His voice was loud and desperate.

  She was running from him. He couldn’t ever let her get away.

  Rory sprinted after her, nearly catching her at the door. He would have caught her…if he hadn’t been restrained by three sets of strong hands holding him back.

  Nathan, Liam and Ethan tugged at him. He snarled at them, but they held him fast as he struggled to get away. He needed to get to Callie. She couldn’t go.

  Callie was already out the door like her ass was on fire, leaving the door wide open. She ran to her car, never looking back.

  Rory struggled to get out of his siblings’ hold as he watched her drive away.

  “Callie! Come back.” His voice was anguished and he almost broke away from the restraining hands, so desperate was his need for her.

  He dropped to his knees but his brothers retained their hold on him. Everything inside of him needed to find her, needed to possess her, needed to explain and comfort her.

  His brothers dragged him bodily to the couch, dropping him, but never releasing their hold.

  “Rory,” Ethan barked sharply. “You can’t chase the woman down like a hound after a rabbit. What the hell happened?”

  He sat on the couch, his breath still coming hard and fast. “Mine. My mate.”

  “Oh, shit. Callie?” Ethan frowned as he loosened his hold and looked up at Bri who had just entered the room, a concerned look on her face.