THE ROUGH MATING OF A VAMPIRE (The Vampire Coalition: A Short Prelude) by J. S. Scott Read Free Book Online Page B

Adare.
    The light, diaphanous material of her gown floated and moved with her body as she slowly walked behind her female guides.
    She hadn't been to the mating chamber of the large, ancient castle that stood as a meeting place for the vampires, but she knew the ceremony would be witnessed. She wouldn't see the observers, but they would be watching.
    She felt the moisture between her legs as she walked toward the mating chamber. Other vampires and mates would be watching Adare claim her. They would witness the fierce possession.
    Kristin paused as the three women stopped and stepped aside, motioning her through the door in front of them.
    Adare waited within. Her heart flip flopped as she stood at the door, observing the room where her explosive mating with Adare would take place.
    The room was oval, completely dominated by a large bed covered in red silk that was elevated on a platform. It wasn't a large room. In fact, it wasn't that much bigger than a bedroom and it felt intimate. The comforting atmosphere made Kristin relax as she entered, her eyes searching for Adare.
    He was there, leaning against one of the walls, his stance casual, but his eyes fierce. He wore only a leather g-string that did very little to cover his amazing assets, his cock trying to burst from the minimal confinement.
    She swallowed hard, longing to free him. He was so handsome - as nearly all male vampires were - but she found Adare to be superior and she almost laughed at her biased opinion.
    He’s my mate. I have eyes for no one else.
    His skin had been oiled and his muscles gleamed in the candlelight - the room was entirely lit by candles adorning a ledge that ran completely round the circular walls.
    Above the ledge were windows. She felt eyes on her and Adare, but the windows were darkened. She could see no one, but she could feel the watchers.
    Adare? Kristen called to him with her mind, even though she knew she should not. The intimate communication would make things harder for him.
    Yes, love? His deep baritone replied immediately, speaking only in her mind, communicating as all true mates communicated.
    Nothing. I just needed to feel you. Silly, but she just needed to touch his mind, feel their intimate connection.
    He didn't answer back and she heard a strangled sound between a growl and groan. She snapped her mind closed, unwilling to provoke him, berating herself for giving into her totally selfish need to touch his mind with hers. He had a very narrow margin of control at the moment and he wasn’t himself. She could feel it, sense it.
    "Strip her." Adare's command was verbal, directed at the women who had escorted her to the room.
    One of the women stepped forward and raised her hands to the neck of Kristin's flowing gown. As she unfastened the ties that held it in place she asked Kristin solemnly. "Do you consent to this mating with Adare Connor?"
    "I do." Kristin answered softly, her eyes meeting Adare's. His eyes were nearly black instead of their usual dark brown, filled with a darkness that she had never witnessed in her mate’s gaze.
    The gown dropped and she was left naked. She knew her body glistened in the candlelight, still shimmering lightly with oil.
    "Leave us, now." Adare grunted as he dismissed her attendants. The women left the room, closing the door behind them. Kristin heard the heavy lock click into place.
    It’s done. No turning back.
    Not that she would ever turn back. She was highly aroused just from looking at Adare. So strong. So large. So incredibly male.
    "Come to me," he ordered as his back came off the wall. He stood straight and tall as he waited for his mate.
    She went to him without hesitation, stopping directly in front of him. He towered over her, looming large and muscular, as he started the ceremony.
    He began to recite a ritual speech in his native tongue. She didn't understand the language, but she knew he was saying the words that would bind them together for eternity.
    As the words trailed off,