Rory's Mate by J. S. Scott Page A

should be more slender.  To Rory, she was perfection.  He told her that every day.  She complained about it less and less. 
     
    His need to make her his was getting relentless.  His animal instincts were strong and nearly overwhelming.  He was glad that the ceremony was going to take place tonight.  He knew he couldn't wait much longer. 
     
    As the hot water of the shower beat over his chest he palmed his cock.  Would that make it worse or better?  With a groan he pictured his mate,  being disrobed for his pleasure, freeing his cock.  He wanted her rough.  He wanted to dominate her.  He wanted to satisfy her every need until she could think of nothing except him.
     
    No longer thinking of the benefits or problems of getting himself off, he stroked his shaft harder.  He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, resting himself against the tile of the shower as his hand pumped furiously. 
     
    Rory, are you okay.   Callie's voice came to him hesitantly.  She was reaching out to him because she was feeling his need. 
     
    Shit!  He shouldn't be doing this, but he was helpless to stop.  "I'm...trying...to...calm myself.  I'm in the shower."  He knew he was gasping his answer, his hand still stroking his dick hard. 
     
    You're masturbating.  I can feel you.  Relieve yourself, Rory, before you drive me mad.  I can't because I'm surrounded by women.
     
    "I'm sorry, love,"  he groaned, unable to stop jerking his own cock.  Her soft voice escalated his need. 
     
    Don't be sorry, Rory.  Imagine my lips around you.  I love sucking your cock, licking it up and down.  You're so big, so hard.   
     
    Oh, Christ!  The visualization almost killed him.  He pictured her on her knees, wrapping her lips around him, sucking his dick like her favorite lollipop.
     
    You taste so good, Rory.  Orgasm for me.  Release into my mouth.  I'm dying to taste you.
     
    Her words sent him over the edge.  Between her words, his imagination and the furious strokes to his cock...he exploded.  He came with a loud groan as his wad shot out in hard stream, hitting the tile wall of the shower. 
     
    He leaned back against the wall, his breathing rough. 
     
    Okay now, my love?
     
    Her voice came to him and his heart ached.  "I love you, Callie."  his voice was raw and coarse. 
     
    I love you too.  Soon, Rory.  I'm almost ready.  
     
    "I'm beyond ready."  He answered dryly as he stepped from the shower and dried himself off. 
     
    Her heard a trail of light laughter as their communication faded. 
     
    It better be damn soon!  He tossed the towel into the hamper near the shower and clothed himself.  Then he transported himself to the vampire headquarters.
     
     
    *****  
    Callie met Rory's fierce eyes as she stood before him naked.  Her attendants had departed.  Rory's brothers and Brianna had left.  The ceremony was starting. 
     
    He had ordered her to him and she had went willing.  She had consented.  He would be hers. 
     
    His eyes never left hers as his low, rugged voice began reciting the mating vows in his native language.  Even though she didn't understand, the words flowed over her and she felt the force, the power in the vows. 
     
    It was as though the entire room was pulsating, powerful magic surrounding them.  Callie shivered even though the room was not cold. 
     
    Rory's voice trailed off and he wrapped his arms around her.  One around her back and the other along her butt cheek...meeting their identical marks.
     
    She knew it would hurt.  She was prepared for the burning sensation of the joined marks. Both Brianna and Kristin had warned her.  What she wasn't ready for was the erotic heat.  She threw her head back as she felt the souls unfurl, Rory's breaking free of her protection.  As the souls separated and reconnected her entire body was set aflame.  She felt Rory's recreated soul pass from her and slip into his body through their touching mating marks. 
     
    He