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

jerked as his soul entered his body.  Hers settled back into place.  She looked up and saw his haunted, glowing eyes as his soul fought for purchase in his body.  It was unsettled.  It would be that way until he joined with his mate. 
     
    "Mine!"  his voice was ragged.  His glowing eyes revealed the hunger of a predator. 
     
    Callie quivered as he took her mouth, his arms felt like steel around her body.  She could feel his need to possess, to take her.  She wanted him rough and wild.  His tongue was wild and untamed.  He brought his hand roughly behind her head, controlling the embrace, demanding she submit. He grunted as he pulled his mouth from hers. 
     
    "Free my cock."  His demanding voice set her on fire.  His needs and her needs were combined.  There was no way of knowing which were hers and what was his.  She only knew that she needed him.  She reached down and felt for the strings that would liberate his member.  Her fingers brushed over his swollen cock, hard and demanding to be free from it's confinement. 
     
    As she tossed away the cloth he scooped her up and brought her to the silken bed, decorated in a black and white leopard pattern. 
     
    Rory pushed a button on the headboard and she saw something lowering from the high ceiling.  He set her on her feet beside the bed and brought her arms up above her head.  She felt the restraints tighten around her wrists and groaned.  He had her on her feet and secured with restraints from above. 
     
    "Mine."  His scarlet eyes blazed, surveying her in her vulnerable position. 
     
    Callie pulled on the restraints.  They were metal poles except for the wrist fastenings.  They had very little give.  They were tight and she was his prisoner.  Her already moist pussy flooded. 
     
    His hands roamed her body possessively.  She gasped his hands pinched at her erect nipples, the sensation rocketing straight between her thighs. 
     
    "Rory...I need you fuck me."  Her body burned to feel his cock slamming into her. 
     
    He ignored her.  His mouth joined his fing ers in tormenting her breasts. His tongue laving and nipping.  His hand found it's way between her legs, gliding into her moist center.  She was slick and wet. 
     
    "Wet.  Hot.  Have to taste you."  Rory grunted as he moved down her body.  "Spread your legs.  Now." 
     
    She spread her legs, but he pulled them further apart. He attacked her mound with his mouth, teeth and lips, sending her into a spiral of need and desire.  She pulled against the restraints, wanting to pull his head into her aching pussy. "Rory, please.  Make me cum." Her every thought was focused on relieving this agony from her fiery body. 
     
    His masterful tongue slipped along her lower lips.  His thumbs separated her and plundered her sensitive clit, making her body quake.  She had to climax.  She couldn't stand it anymore.  She tried to grind against his mouth. 
     
    His hand came down on her ass with a smack.  It was firm and sent a jolt to her cunt.  He slapped the other cheek and she whimpered.  She was out of control.  Over the edge.
     
    He lifted one of her legs to the bed, opening her completely.  He grabbed her ass and buried his face between her legs, eating her like a man that was famished.  His tongue flicked roughly over her clit.  Faster.  Then faster still.  She could feel her climax building. 
     
    Unconsciously, she shoved her hips toward his devouring mouth.  He slapped her ass again several times.   It sent her into a powerful orgasm.  She threw her head back and screamed his name, unable to control herself while she was in the grip of his powerful possession.  She rode the waves of the orgasm while Rory stretched it out with his merciless tongue.
    She wasn't yet recovered before she felt the restraint poles lowering.  Rory rose and pushed her to her knees.  She went willingly, her legs weak.
     
    "Suck me.  Suck me hard and fast."  His voice was