THE ROUGH MATING OF A VAMPIRE (The Vampire Coalition: A Short Prelude) by J. S. Scott Page A
Authors: J. S. Scott
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its home inside of his body. He would still be an alpha male after the mating, but the need to dominate his mate would lighten up a bit after they were joined and their souls had settled. The vampire would be at peace…most of time…as long as his mate stayed happy and healthy. Until the ceremony...he was controlled by his needs. Once the ceremony had started, once the mating marks had touched, so starting the transfer of souls, Adare would be uncontrollable. Kristin knew Adare would be totally wild and untamed. It would be different from his usual lovemaking.
Kristin knew that Adare loved her, adored her. He showered her with all of the affection she would ever need and she wasn't afraid of him. He was a part of her and she loved him unconditionally. She enjoyed his dominant side. Enjoyed it immensely. There was something inside of her that rejoiced in the fact that his need for her triggered his unbridled passion. However, she looked forward to this night, knowing that once the ceremony was over he would finally be happy and content.
It's just the ceremony that’s making me nervous.
Kristin closed her eyes and thought of Adare, missing his large body and his touch. Her golden vampire. His eyes were dark, but his hair was a mixture of various shades of blonde. She could almost feel the silky texture of it running through her fingers. She needed him and longed for his touch.
She opened her eyes as the women pulled a long, sheer gown over her head. She lifted her arms and it dropped over her body, hiding very little of her curvy, petite figure. She could see the fiery red thatch of hair between her thighs, which had been groomed and cropped during her preparation.
Her need for Adare overshadowed her fear and she willed the time to pass quickly so that she could be united with her mate and they could both finally find peace in their union.
******
Adare Connor paced the small room with long, impatient strides. Damn it! He wanted his mate!
Need clawed his insides, making him unable to sit. Unable to think. His mind was full of Kristin.
Christ! How he loved his fiery-haired, green-eyed temptress. He was lucky…so damned lucky. His mate was perfection, inside and out, well worth the hundreds of years he’d had to wait, thinking he had missed his chance.
He had only been parted from her since sunrise this morning, but it felt like forever. He needed her scent, her taste, everything that was uniquely Kristin.
His cock had been hard for hours. All he had to do was think of her and he was instantly blue-balled and desperate to be inside her.
He wanted this mating desperately, but at the same time he felt a twinge of fear. He had watched many matings, stood as witness to many such gatherings - they were fierce and carnal. At the time it had been like watching a documentary, as he had lost all sexual drive and the ability to have sexual relations at the age of one hundred. It had all roared back with a vengeance the moment he had touched Kristin, and he had suffered the agony and ecstasy of the lost desires since that miraculous day.
He was a dominant vampire, but his greatest desire in that domination was to please her. Every orgasm she had, every sweet cry of pleasure heightened his own. Her pleasure was his. They were mates .
Would he please her now? Would the joining be desirable or painful for her?
He was the oldest vampire to ever find his mate. Most of his brethren were mated soon after the age of a hundred years. He knew his mating instincts were stronger and more intense because he had waited so long for Kristin.
He had asked other mated males and every single one of them had sworn that the mating ceremony had been a pleasure beyond explanation.
Adare was now cursing himself for not asking if the pleasure was all on the vampire’s side.
******
Kristin followed the women from the luxurious preparation apartments, her stomach in knots. She had been poked and prodded enough...she was ready - beyond ready - for
Kristin knew that Adare loved her, adored her. He showered her with all of the affection she would ever need and she wasn't afraid of him. He was a part of her and she loved him unconditionally. She enjoyed his dominant side. Enjoyed it immensely. There was something inside of her that rejoiced in the fact that his need for her triggered his unbridled passion. However, she looked forward to this night, knowing that once the ceremony was over he would finally be happy and content.
It's just the ceremony that’s making me nervous.
Kristin closed her eyes and thought of Adare, missing his large body and his touch. Her golden vampire. His eyes were dark, but his hair was a mixture of various shades of blonde. She could almost feel the silky texture of it running through her fingers. She needed him and longed for his touch.
She opened her eyes as the women pulled a long, sheer gown over her head. She lifted her arms and it dropped over her body, hiding very little of her curvy, petite figure. She could see the fiery red thatch of hair between her thighs, which had been groomed and cropped during her preparation.
Her need for Adare overshadowed her fear and she willed the time to pass quickly so that she could be united with her mate and they could both finally find peace in their union.
******
Adare Connor paced the small room with long, impatient strides. Damn it! He wanted his mate!
Need clawed his insides, making him unable to sit. Unable to think. His mind was full of Kristin.
Christ! How he loved his fiery-haired, green-eyed temptress. He was lucky…so damned lucky. His mate was perfection, inside and out, well worth the hundreds of years he’d had to wait, thinking he had missed his chance.
He had only been parted from her since sunrise this morning, but it felt like forever. He needed her scent, her taste, everything that was uniquely Kristin.
His cock had been hard for hours. All he had to do was think of her and he was instantly blue-balled and desperate to be inside her.
He wanted this mating desperately, but at the same time he felt a twinge of fear. He had watched many matings, stood as witness to many such gatherings - they were fierce and carnal. At the time it had been like watching a documentary, as he had lost all sexual drive and the ability to have sexual relations at the age of one hundred. It had all roared back with a vengeance the moment he had touched Kristin, and he had suffered the agony and ecstasy of the lost desires since that miraculous day.
He was a dominant vampire, but his greatest desire in that domination was to please her. Every orgasm she had, every sweet cry of pleasure heightened his own. Her pleasure was his. They were mates .
Would he please her now? Would the joining be desirable or painful for her?
He was the oldest vampire to ever find his mate. Most of his brethren were mated soon after the age of a hundred years. He knew his mating instincts were stronger and more intense because he had waited so long for Kristin.
He had asked other mated males and every single one of them had sworn that the mating ceremony had been a pleasure beyond explanation.
Adare was now cursing himself for not asking if the pleasure was all on the vampire’s side.
******
Kristin followed the women from the luxurious preparation apartments, her stomach in knots. She had been poked and prodded enough...she was ready - beyond ready - for
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