Rory's Mate by J. S. Scott

over...but at least they were tears of joy.  "I wouldn't have anyone else, Rory." 
     
    He opened his fist and in his hand was a beautiful ring.  He moved back to slide it onto her finger.  It fit perfectly.  She knew he had made it for her, visualizing in his mind what he wanted and what she might want.  It was gorgeous, everything she would have wanted in a ring given with love.  Two tiny hearts entwined, decorated with perfect diamonds.  One large stone in the middle bringing the hearts together and other smaller ones around and in the middle of the hearts.  It was enchanting.
     
    "It's beautiful,"  she breathed out softly. 
     
    "Never as beautiful as the woman wearing it."  He quipped back, smiling broadly. 
     
    "If you keep saying those things I'm going to have to make you a banana cream pie."  She told him, smiling up at him, her eyes still glistening with tears. 
     
    His smile turned seductive and he breathed into her ear, "I could think of something better than a banana cream pie.  Would you like to swap a little blood?"
     
    She shivered as his warm words caressed her ear.  She could think of all kinds of things she would like to do for this man.  "Absolutely not, Rory.  You need to heal."
     
    He licked her ear and traveled slowly to her neck.  Damn it.  She had to toughen her resolve.  "Rory, we are not doing this right now."
     
    "I feel fabulous, Callie."  His voice was like velvet, sliding over her body and making her shiver. 
     
    Yeah...he felt fabulous.  She could feel his warm, hard member pressing against her thigh.
     
    She protested. 
     
    He seduced.
     
    He won her over to his way of thinking, making her forget all about the banana cream pie.

Chapter 7
     
    One week later Rory woke from his day sleep, reaching for his mate.   He sat up, recognition dawning that this was his mating night.  He had taken Callie to the vamp headquarters before returning home and collapsing into his day sleep. 
     
    The shudders opened, letting in the smells and sounds of the night. 
     
    He and Callie's time had finally come.  They would be joined eternally after tonight. 
     
    The last week had been the happiest of his life.  He could only imagine what life would be like spending it forever with Callie.  His mate had taken a leave of absence from her job, telling him she would eventually go back part-time.  She couldn't imagine not being a chef at all.  They had traveled the world.  (When she could manage to pull him out of bed.)  He had watched her excitement as he showed her places like the Taj Mahal in India and the Pyramids of Egypt.  She had shown such childlike delight that he had enjoyed sharing her emotions.  It was almost like seeing these things for the first time himself.  No...it was even better.  He was sharing them with his mate.
     
    His brothers teased him without mercy.  Ethan was the worst, giving back what he had been given by Rory when he was mating with Brianna.  Rory hated anyone touching his mate right now and his brothers knew it.  They hugged her, smacked her on the cheek, put an arm around her every chance they could.  They smirked when Rory frowned or his face became volatile.  Rory had no doubt that they adored Callie as much as they did Brianna, but they also loved to torment him.  The bastards!
     
    Rory rolled out of bed, wanting to reach for Callie, but knowing he should not.  His friend Adare and Ethan had both warned him not to mind speak.  It made his desire to possess her even greater. 
     
    As Rory looked down at his rock hard cock he wondered how his desire could be greater.  He could have her several times a day and still need her again. 
     
    They had exchanged blood at least once a day and Callie was strong.  Strong enough to get through a rough mating ceremony. 
     
    Rory chuckled as he made his way to the shower.  Callie still complained about her curvy figure.  She thought if she was in top physical condition that she