Rory's Mate by J. S. Scott Read Free Book Online

liked the feeling.  His mating instincts flared.  His cock was hard and ready.  Callie was struggling with the zipper to move it over his enlarged member. 
     
    He laid back on the bed resting his hands behind his head and let her fuss over him. 
     
    His injuries hurt...but he had suffered much worse injuries with his work in The Coalition.  This was nothing more than a temporary annoyance. 
     
    His mating instincts were another issue.  As he watched Callie get his zipper down and start to gently pulled his jeans off,  his body was on fire.
     
    Mine.  Need to take her.  Fuck her senseless.
     
    Rory watched her eyes grow large as she shucked off his jeans.  He wore no underwear and his cock was standing fully erect.  She licked her lips and he almost groaned.  He could feel her desire.  He knew she was trying not look at his dick, her concern for him coming before her desire.  But it was there.
     
    She shimmied back up his body, examining his injuries as she went. 
     
    Need to have her.
     
    When she reached the head of the bed she kissed him softly and held her arm over his lips, telling him anxiously, "Here Rory.  Take my blood.  You need it." 
     
    Rory started to smile at her earnest expression and her wrist dangling in front of his face . 
     
    He pulled her body against his and rolled, pinning her soft body beneath his, telling her in a low, sultry voice, "No sweetheart, that isn't exactly what I had in mind."

Chapter 6
     
     
    He moved so fast that he was on her before she could blink, the motions happening in a blur. His body felt so good on top her.  Strong, warm and seductive. 
     
    "No, Rory.  You're hurt.  You can't do this."  She squirmed under him, trying to get away.  She wanted him, but not when he could irritate his wounds. 
     
    His mouth took hers, hard and demanding.  His hands held her head, holding it still to accept his possessive claim.  His tongue commanded entry and she gave it.  She was helpless to fight him.  She accepted the wet, erotic intrusion and her body was on fire.  One touch, one kiss...and she was lost to him. 
     
    "It's not my injuries hurting, love.  It's my need to fuck you," he told her in a low, husky voice as he pulled his mouth from hers and and put it near her ear.  "I have to have you."
     
    He laved her ear and the side of her neck, his mouth moving over the large vein.  She felt a sharp pain and then her body ignited. 
     
    She was flooded with erotic, sensual feeling, her hips rocking up against him as he pulled from her neck.  Her desire escalated and her need for him pounded through her body.  She held his head, ran her hands through his wavy, silky hair.
     
    She groaned.  "Fuck me, Rory.  I need you." 
     
    He reached down between their bodies, stroking between her thighs.  He finished suckling and stopped  her blood flow with his finger, while his other hand slid into her warm, wet core.  She was slick and sensitive, her body jerking as his finger slid over her clit. 
     
    "You're so hot and wet.  I need to fuck your tight cunt."  His voice was tortured and raspy.  He pinned her arms over her head easily, taking her wrists in one hand.  His hot breath panted in her ear, "Tell me you want me. Beg me to fuck you."
     
    His primal instincts had taken over...and so had hers.  She wanted to sob with need.  She wanted to submit to him as much as he wanted to conquer her.  "Please, Rory.  I need your cock.  Take me.  Fuck me hard."
     
    He took his massive cock with the hand between her legs and teased with the head.  He slid it along her clit, wetting himself with her abundant juices. 
     
    She thrashed her head, needing him to fill her.  "Please, Rory.  I feel so empty."
     
    "Mine,"  he breathed in her ear with a growl. 
     
    "Yes.  Yours.  Always yours."  Her mind was in turmoil, focused only on her pussy and the need for him to possess her. 
     
    He slid his cock into her in one smooth glide,