by J. S. Scott
“Need you to be 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. Everything about their joining was elemental and primal, nothing existing except their heated bodies straining for release. She rolled her head, gripping the silk hard with her hands. Oh, God. Her body was in flames, seared with erotic flames.
Rory 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, pulling her to meet his pummeling thrusts. He felt 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 under his.
“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 in 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, white silk gown with pale blue accents. There were some similarities to Bri’s wedding, though. The bride was radiant, and her groom was impossibly handsome.
Callie smiled broadly at her husband, still in awe of the fact that Rory was hers. It had all started with a wedding…Brianna’s wedding. Callie 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 amazingly 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 working 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 and they were like the family she had never had.
She eyed Liam and Nathan, wishing they could 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 who 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 a lucky bastard.” 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 then refilled hers.
They had already had an official toast, but this was theirs alone.
He raised his glass and she raised hers to touch his.
With the clink of glasses, a love that would last forever was sealed.
~*~The End~*~
NATHAN’S MATE
Book Three: The Vampire Coalition
By J. S. Scott
Copyright © 2012 by J. S. Scott
Chapter 1
He came to her in the dark as he always did. She couldn't see his face, but he was tall and dark, his shadowy presence casting off no illumination. She waited for him impatiently, her body burning for his possession and her mind consumed by need.
He slipped into her bed completely nude. Her hands ran over his massive, muscular chest, needing to feel his body and know that he was really here in her bed. She gasped as his strong arms pulled her into his body, leaving no space between them. It was exactly what she wanted. Her body was bare and they touched, skin to skin, nothing between them.
He took her mouth as though he owned it. She welcomed him like a flower seeking the sunlight. His masterful touch set her body and soul aflame, his seeking hands over her naked body eliciting a small moan that was muffled by his mouth. Her hands roamed, running over his broad, sinewy shoulders and back as she continued to lose herself in his embrace.
His powerful, muscular leg parted her thighs and she could feel her dewy, wet core slam hard against his sturdy limb. Grinding her mound against the steely surface, she hungered for release.
She didn't know if the need was hers, his or a combination of the two...but it didn't matter. They were both caught in a web of desire that they couldn't escape. She started rotating her hips against his leg, breaking away from his mouth with a whimper to pant against his shoulder.
“Please. I need you,” she whispered achingly, needing him to take her.
He stroked and teased her breasts, lightly pinching her pebble hard nipples with expert fingers. His tongue traced her earlobe and the side of her neck, finding every sensitive area of her skin.
She reached between them, trying desperately to grasp his cock and place it near her empty channel. He snatched her seeking hands by the wrists, pinning them above her head. He held them tightly with one large hand while the other snaked between her legs. She wanted
to protest. She needed to keep moving against his leg like a bitch in heat until she came, but he pulled it back, denying her satisfaction.
His hand traced her wet folds lightly as she arched her back, begging silently for more significant contact, pleading for his touch in the place that would send her over the edge.
“So hot. So wet. So needy. Call for me and I’ll make you come until you’re begging for mercy,” his gruff, low baritone murmured in her ear. “Let me sate you.”
She groaned, the sound of his erotic voice making her pussy flood with even more heat. Her head turned from side to side, frustration threatening to take her sanity.
She yanked at her hands to free herself even as her hips rose to his teasing touch between her thighs. He held her snuggly by her wrists as his other hand circled her clit, teasing her, driving her mad.
She jerked as his finger toyed with the protective hood of her bud, lifting it, brushing lightly over the exposed nub.
Yes. Yes. Right there. More. Please, more.
His scorching mouth descended on her right nipple and she shuddered from the contact.
She had to climax before she went insane.
Before she could orgasm, the touch of her lover faded. Her mind screamed in protest even as he faded away and her mind became alert and...she woke up.
Sasha Taylor woke slowly, coming out of her foggy, erotic dream in a frustrated stupor.
Shit! She sat up, her body drenched with sweat and her heart pounding so hard she could hear it drumming in her ears. These damn horny dreams were going to kill her. This was the second one she had experienced in the last four days. They were coming more often, more vivid, keeping her in an almost constant state of arousal.
Her whole body was soaked, including her dripping mound. She flopped back against the pillow and considered trying to satisfy herself, but she already knew it was a quick fix that wouldn't last. All it would take was one thought of her dream lover and she would be right back in the same state of frustrated lust.
Unfortunately, she couldn't stop thinking about him. He seemed to be with her constantly, both irritating and stimulating her.
Sasha knew instinctively that it was her vampire mate. She had known she was the mate of a vampire since the mark had appeared on her hip around her eighteenth birthday, which had been ten years ago.
Shocked, appalled and disgusted, she had never mentioned it to anyone.
A mage with a vampire? It was a taboo. The mage hated the vampires and to mate with one would get her nothing but ostracized from her fellow mages forever. Her parents were both mage as was her sister, Regan. Vampires were blood drinkers, barbarians that took their mates by force. None of her family or mage friends would accept her vampire mate. Hell...she didn't want a vampire mate. Who wanted to be mated with a domineering, overbearing savage?
Sasha rolled out of bed and grabbed some clean clothes as she headed toward the shower. She would shake this off and get to work. She and her sister Regan were business partners in their jewelry business. Sasha did the designs and Regan did most of the intricate work of putting everything together. Their pieces were sought after and it kept them both very busy and brought in a good income.
Call for me and I will make you come until you beg for mercy.
Sasha shivered as she pulled her soaked nightshirt over her head in the bathroom. She could still hear his “pure sex” baritone whispering to her.
If the man in her wet dreams was her mate...he had a body made for sin and a voice that could almost arouse a woman to climax with just his words.
Disgusted with herself, Sasha turned on the water, making it as cold as it could get without causing her hypothermia.
*****
Nathan Hale had woken from his day sleep in a bad mood that had just seemed to continue through the rest of the evening as he roamed the city. His rest had been disturbed by images and dreams that rarely invaded the day sleep of vampires. It made him edgy and uneasy.
His brother Liam was busy with a healing and Nathan had left his other two brothers behind, using the excuse that there wasn't much to do but patrol for the fallen. There had been no reported sightings.
He was hunting alone tonight and although he didn't mind roaming for fallen vampires to kill by himself, his brother's “love fest” was getting on his nerves. Ethan and Rory were getting careless, so engrossed with their love and lust for their mates that they missed the little things that could get them killed. He wasn't sure he wanted either of them on the streets right now. Maybe once they got over their rapture honeymoon phase they could finally go back out with him to dust the fallen. In the meantime...they were acting just plain stupid.
Nathan shook his head as he cruised one of the lower class areas of Denver, wondering how any vampire could act so witless over a woman. He liked Brianna and Callie well enough, but it was as if finding their mates had lowered Ethan and Rory's IQ by at least forty points. If finding a mate made a vampire into a total idiot, he was damn glad he had never found his own mate.
Chances were that he never would. At over six hundred years old, his time had passed. He hadn't felt sexual desire for over five hundred years and probably wouldn't know what to do anymore if he did. He wasn't sure if the loneliness and yearning ever went away, but he tried to bury it.
Most of it was covered by hatred for the fallen. His main mission in his eternal life was to grind every fallen into dust that would blow harmlessly away in a strong breeze. They had killed his parents while Nathan had been made to stand by helplessly and wait for news of their demise.
But...no longer. He was an elder now and at the helm of The Vampire Coalition. He spent almost every waking moment burning with hostility and loathing for the creatures that had taken his parents away from him and his brothers. He wanted vengeance, no matter how long it took or how many fallen that he had slay to feel a sense of peace again.
Nathan slipped around the corner of an alley, entering the street. Two gang members that appeared to be looking for trouble eyed him with sleazy smiles. He scowled, daring them to approach, almost looking for a fight. He had already fed, but he'd enjoy thrashing the two punks just trolling for innocent victims to rob...or worse. Unfortunately, they averted their eyes and walked on. He was just cursing his bad luck that they had avoided him when he felt it.
Fallen.
They were close, and the evil sense of their presence sent an electric wave down Nathan’s spine. He started moving quicker than the human eye could see, tracing the feeling of malice and mayhem. What were the bastards up to now?
He halted abruptly as he took in the scene before him. He had found the fallen...and they weren't alone. His temper flared and his eyes were nearly black with rage as he saw that they were tearing at a young woman who struggled between them. The fuckers had shredded her shoulders from holding her with their razor sharp claws. She had slashes all over her body, leaking blood that left a ruby puddle at her feet, but the woman still was kicking and fighting, yelling obscenities that Nathan had rarely heard come out of the mouth of female.
Nathan yanked a short blade from his belt, unwilling to use anything longer that might hit the woman between the two monsters. The woman saw him appear behind the fallen who was torturing her, but he held a hand up in a silent signal. She quieted as he drove the knife into her tormenter's heart. The fallen crumpled to the ground, squirming like a worm on a fisherman's hook.
The creature who was holding the woman let go of her body, and she too crumpled to the ground.
Nathan's eyes flashed with enmity as he met the red-eyed stare of the fallen. He knew he had to dispatch the bastard quickly and get help for the female...if there was still even a slim chance that she could be saved.
He dodged an aggressive attack of slashing claws as the two of them did the death dance. It was one he planned on winning. Fury and adrenaline fueled his attack on the hairless, sunken-featured monster, waiting for an opening.
Nathan stepped close and brought his arm under th
e fallen's wrists, deflecting his claws as he simultaneously drove the knife into the freak's chest, rupturing his heart. The fallen hit the ground. Nathan withdrew his knife as he fell. He'd be damned if he'd lose a perfectly good knife. He cleaned it with his magic as he re-sheathed the blade at his waist.
Both of the fallen disappeared, leaving only a pile of dust where they had once stood, tormenting a defenseless woman to death.
Crouching next to the unknown woman, he assessed her injuries.
“Fuck!” he uttered sharply as he surveyed the slashes and severe loss of blood. She was breathing shallow and her heart was still beating in a fast, thready rhythm.
Nathan scooped up her body in his arms.
Mage!
He could feel the magic zinging through her body. If she was mage, she was a little stronger than the average human, but she wasn't immortal. He scowled, knowing she couldn't go to a human hospital. The mage had their own healers and their physiology was a little different than a human's.
Liam. I need you.
Nathan sent the urgent call out for his healer brother before gathering the unconscious female close to him and dissolved into the night.
Chapter 2
Nathan transported himself to the master bedroom of his home and laid the injured woman on his bed. He knew without a shred of doubt that this was the female who had haunted his dreams. Her long, blonde hair fell in waves that reached nearly to her waist. Her eyes were closed, but he already knew that they were an unusual violet color that wasn't produced by artificial lenses.
Had he dreamt of her because she was in danger? The dreams had been anything but a warning. They had contained acts that were long forgotten and something that was only possible for him to experience in dreams. This woman had been his lover.
He stripped the clothes from her body with his magic and tried to stop as much of the bleeding as he could. He wasn't a damned healer and he couldn't heal the deep gashes in her shoulders and arms. Grimacing as he checked the rest of her body, he also noticed that she had deep slashes on her hips where the claws of the fallen had landed when they were assaulting her.