A Mate for York (14 page)

“Come
for me, gorgeous.” York’s eyes glowed, while his body demanded. He clenched his
jaw and his hands tightened on her.

It was
useless to fight it even though she wanted this moment to last. Wanted him
joined with her for longer than one more stolen night. In the end, it was
useless to hold back.

Everything
in her tightened as she felt herself free fall. Cassidy moaned his name. York
jerked against her. She could feel his heat erupt inside of her. He groaned her
name as he leaned into her neck.

A
pinch.

Blinding
pleasure.

A
second even more powerful orgasm was pulled out of her as York clamped down on
her neck. She could feel her blood rushing through her veins. Cassidy sucked in
a deep breath and screamed. It felt so good that it almost hurt as her muscles
spasmed over and over as wave after wave crashed through her.

Thankfully,
he released her within a few hard pulls or she wasn’t sure that she would have survived
it. It was too powerful, too consuming for a mere human.

Cassidy
slumped onto York’s shoulder. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

His
chest heaved against hers. Not nearly as labored for the amount of work it must
have entailed to have sex with her while holding her up.

Crazy
man…vampire. She swallowed hard between desperate pants.

“I’m
going to have you on your bed now.” York whispered into the shell of her ear,
creating goosebumps on her arms and torso and back…hell, the little buggers
popped up everywhere.

“Don’t
you mean take me
to
my bed now?” She sounded ridiculously out of breath.
Her voice was a little hoarse from screaming.

He
shook his head. “I’m having you
on
your bed.” York’s eyes were on her
lips and he moved forward.

Her eyes
were closing in preparation for their kiss when her ringtone sounded. It was
shrill because she used one of those cheap throw away phones.

“I
need to get that. It’s probably my neighbor.”

York moved
towards the sound of the phone. Still carrying her. Still inside her. He moved
quickly and quietly, putting her down within reaching distance of her phone.
Her jeans were still on…sort of. The top part was shredded and hung from her
thighs and hips but the pants legs were still on her calves and perfectly
intact. She must look really hilarious. Her shirt was still in one piece.

“Hi,
Mrs. Simmons.” The caller ID showed that it was her neighbor, as suspected.

“Is
everything alright, dear?” She sounded really worried.

“Yes,
everything is fine.” Cassidy swallowed hard when York removed his buttonless
shirt, toed off his boots and pulled off his jeans. Naked never looked so good.

No
drooling, Cassidy.

“Why
did you scream?” Mrs. Simmons didn’t sound convinced. “What’s going on?”

“I saw
a really big spider.” Cassidy lied, feeling her cheeks heat. She chewed on her
lower lip, letting her gaze move down York’s hard body. His dick jutted out
from between his hips. Thick and really hard.

“Oh no,
dear. That’s enough to give anyone a heart attack. How big is it? From your
scream, I’m guessing it’s quite something.”

“You
could say that. It’s huge.” Her voice was a little breathless. “Bigger than
I’ve ever seen before.”

A drop
of pre-cum beaded on the head of his cock and York grinned.

“Is it
one of those really hairy ones?” Her neighbor’s voice was animated.

“No…no
hairs. Just big and it moves like nobody’s business.”

His
grin widened and he crossed his hands over his chest. The guy was smoking hot.
No one had ever made her come so easily. He hadn’t even touched her all that
much before they had sex. She really needed to get rid of Mrs. Simmons. Cassidy
ached for a repeat.

“It’s
on the move. I need to go,” she blurted.

“Be
careful, dear. It might be venomous.”

Cassidy
had to smile. “Although it bites, I don’t think it’s the venomous kind.”

York
sniggered, his eyes shone.

“You
can’t be too careful, Cass dear. Maybe I should pop around and help you with—”

“No
need, Mrs. Simmons. I’m capable of taking care of it myself.”

“Are
you sure?” The old dear still didn’t sound convinced.

“Never
more sure. You go to bed, it’s late.”

“Okay.”
Her neighbor sounded a bit deflated. “Be sure to give it a good clobber with
your shoe. Keep hitting until it stops moving.”

Cassidy
had to cover her mouth with her hand for a few seconds to stop herself from
laughing as York covered his dick with both his hands, his eyes were wide.

“I’ll
be sure to do that.” She bit down on her bottom lip when York shook his head,
managing to look distraught even though he was grinning broadly.

They
said their goodnights and she put down the phone.

“You’re
not coming anywhere near me with a shoe.”

Cassidy
pouted. “What if I promised to kiss you better afterwards?”

York
choked out a laugh. “What if we skipped the hitting with a shoe part and moved
straight to the kissing better part?” He closed the distance between them and
picked her up. “Also, your clothes have got to go…I’ve missed your body.”

Her
heart skipped several beats which was stupid since he’d said that he missed her
body…not her.

She
giggled like a school girl as he practically ran to her bedroom which was the
only other room in the apartment. York lay her down on the bed and proceeded to
strip her slowly. Her giggles quickly turned to moans when he insisted on kissing
every inch of her body until she was writhing and begging for him to take her.
When he finally did, it was slow and with infinite care until she was sure she
would self-combust, at any second, from needing to come.

Just
as she was about to all out beg, he fucked her so hard and fast that her
headboard knocked against the wall a couple of times…hell, the whole bed seemed
to lift and drop a couple of times. She came hard with York chasing right
behind her. He groaned, his body jerked against hers, their loud pants
mirroring one another. York seemed to be the type of guy that only allowed
himself to let loose when his partner was in the throes of orgasm. Cassidy was
shaking by the time he stopped moving, her whole body felt drained of all its
energy. Her limbs felt heavy and her eyelids droopy.

He hadn’t
bitten her this time but it was just as powerful, maybe even more so, since he
was on top of her. Their bodies so close that they almost felt like one.
Stop
it Cassidy.

The
phone rang and York groaned. It didn’t stop him from jumping up and grabbing
the device, which he handed to her.

Cassidy
pushed the green button. “Hi, Mrs. Simmons.” She tried to sound upbeat and
awake instead of all drunk on orgasm.

“Did
you get him? I heard all the ruckus. You must have got him after all that.” Her
neighbor sounded excited.

York’s
big shoulders shook as he laughed under his breath. The whole bed vibrated, he
was laughing so hard.

“Yes,
Mrs Simmons. I sure got him alright.”

“Oh
good.” She sounded ecstatic. Cassidy felt sorry for any critters that ventured
into that house. “I’m glad to hear it dear.”

“Goodnight,
Mrs. Simmons.”

“Goodnight,
dear.”

York
wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He was still chuckling. “You
got me alright.” He whispered, almost too soft for her to hear.

It’s
not what it sounds like, Cassidy
. He’s referring to sex. Nothing more. When
he leaves soon, you will never see him again.

6 days later…

Lazarus
growled so loudly that the human male fell backwards in his haste to get away.

York
had to laugh. “You need to stop doing that. This is the only male that agreed
to come anywhere near you. A half finished tattoo is going to look like shit.”

“Sorry.”
Lazarus looked down at the male. “It won’t happen again. Silver hurts like a
fucking bitch.” His face looked pinched. His muscles looked strained.

“Stop
acting like such a baby.” York looked down at the swirling ink lines on his upper
body just above his right pec, it sloped onto his shoulder and lower neck area.
His skin was still pink and angry looking from the silver. Lazarus was right
though, the silver needle hurt. He was sure that it was from the continuous
contact. A quick stab was one thing, ongoing contact got old fast.

The
ten males in the breeding program had decided to get inked as a symbol of unity
and brotherhood. They had earned their way into the program through courage and
brute strength. They were revered by the other males in the covens. Their
positions envied. York didn’t particularly care either way. It wasn’t his idea
to get the tat but he agreed to go along with it. The problem was that he
wasn’t even sure he wanted to be in the program anymore. In many ways, it felt
like he was an observer in his life rather than actually living it. The only
time he felt truly alive lately was when he was with Cassidy.

“You
are thinking about her right now aren’t you?” Lazarus asked. The sound of the
tattoo gun could be heard buzzing in the background.

York
frowned. “I’m not sure who you’re referring to. I haven’t decided on any of the
females yet. We only have to put potential candidates forward tomorrow.” He
crossed his hands over his chest.

“You
may have the rest of them fooled, but not me.” Lazarus looked at him through
intelligent eyes that saw way too fucking much for his liking.

“I’m
not sure what you’re talking about.”

“You’re
fucking that human. I can scent human pussy all over you. You scented of it the
morning after the meet and greet. The others may have believed your story about
how you eased one of the females and how she rubbed herself all over you but I
didn’t. You forget I know where you went. I still think you’re full of shit!”
Lazarus said. The tattoo artist stopped working, he looked very interested in
what they were saying all of a sudden.

“What
the fuck are you looking at?” York growled. The human visibly paled. He turned
his attention back on Lazarus. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. There
are twenty-five human women currently within the program…” York shrugged. “So
I’ve been fucking around. That’s what we’re supposed to be doing. It’s a
breeding program for fuck sakes. I may have been with
her
that night but
not anymore.”

Lazarus
sort of smiled. “You haven’t touched any of the females from the program.
You’ve barely hung around long enough to talk to them. You can count yourself
lucky that no one has noticed.”

“So I’m
discreet. I’m not the type to kiss and tell.”

“Yeah…”
Lazarus choked out a laugh. “Whatever!”

“I’m
done.” The tattoo artist looked pale and sweaty. He held out a mirror so that
Lazarus could get a good look at his ink. It was a bit more of an elaborate
design on the opposite side to York. Same general position. The females would
love it…then again…it made him look even meaner.

“Looks
good. Thanks.” Lazarus rose to his feet and they began walking.

“Don’t
lie to me, York. You’ve been disappearing under the guise of fucking one of the
humans but you’re heading to Cassidy’s place. You fucked her that night you
left the club and you’ve been seeing her ever since. Don’t even try and deny
it.”

“Shhh…”
York looked around them. “Keep it down. I haven’t been fucking her.”

Lazarus’
face clouded in anger.

York
held up a hand. “There’s more to it than that. I enjoy being with her.” He
clenched his teeth for a few beats. “It’s not just sex or fucking…I feel like
it’s…I don’t know.”

Lazarus
cursed. “You’re fucking in love with her. I told you to stay away but you
didn’t listen.”

York
shrugged. “I’m not sure what to do about it.”

“You’re
getting away with it right now but it’s not going to last. Unless you take a
human from the breeding program and keep on seeing Cassidy, but I can’t see
that working.”

“I
don’t know what to do.” He felt defeated.

“What
has she said about it?”

York
shrugged again.

“You
guys haven’t discussed it?” Lazarus sounded shocked, he raised his brows. “I
can’t believe you haven’t discussed it.”

“We’re
kind of just living in the moment.”

“Well
it can’t last. You’re going to get into trouble and I’m talking rotting in the
dungeon lose your dick kind of trouble. Thirty lashes will seem like child’s
play.”

York
didn’t feel like talking about this anymore, he knew he and Cassidy needed to
discuss it. He needed to find out her feelings on this. Maybe it was just sex
for her. Maybe he was giving up on everything for a female that didn’t want him
beyond a physical relationship.

“You’re
right. I’ll sort it out. Have you decided who you are going to choose?” The
males needed to decide on a female they potentially wanted as a mate. If
another male chose the same female, they would be permitted to choose again. It
was then up to the males to win their female. Particularly in cases where more
than one male chose a certain female. Any males left at the end of the process
would get to meet a new batch of females. Any unmated males at the end of three
rounds would be scratched from the program.

Lazarus
shook his head. “Nah! None of them get me so I’ll try again next time round.”

“You
should try and attend an etiquette class or something.”

“A
what?” Lazarus frowned.

“It’s
a class that teaches you how to behave. It teaches manners, which forks to use
at the dinner table and how to hold a tea cup.” York grinned, sure to let
Lazarus know he was joking.

“Fuck
forks, fuck tea cups and fuck good behavior…I’m not good…I’m seriously fucking
badass and I want a female that will love me for …me.”

York
laughed. “I’m sure she’s out there. I’m not sure that three rounds will be
enough to find her though.”

Lazarus
shrugged. “I hope so but if not then to hell with it. I’m not changing for a
female.”

“Whatever
you say, bro.” York shook his head. He for one knew how finding the right
female could change a male. How it could turn his perfectly sane world into
utter chaos.

****

 Her
beautiful eyes brightened as she opened the door. Cassidy threw herself into
his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips. Her greeting thrilled him to the
core.

It had
his dick hardening, downright fucking twitching in his pants. It had been like
this every day for the last week. Hard sex followed by fun, easy conversation followed
by soft, tender lovemaking that threatened to steal what was left of his
sanity. This was very often followed by a call from Mrs. Simmons wanting to
know if Cassidy had managed to kill it. As far as Cassidy’s nosy neighbor was
concerned, Cassidy had a spider infestation.

It
made York grin just thinking about it.

“What’s
so funny?”

“I’m
really happy to see you.” York said as he kicked the door closed behind him.

“I can
feel that.” Cassidy nipped at his lip before kissing him quick and deep.

He
groaned as she pulled away. “I’ve missed you.” It just slipped out but he couldn’t
help it, because he meant it.

Her
eyes narrowed a tad. “You mean you’ve missed having sex with me? Twenty-four
hours is a very long time.” She grinned mischievously.

He
could hear how her heart rated kicked up a notch or two at the mention of
feelings or anything permanent. York growled softly, feeling how her breasts
mashed up against his chest. “Yesterday feels like forever ago. I missed you so
damned much.” He was talking about her and not the sex...even though he had
missed that too. Hopefully she would see his true feelings for her written in
his eyes.

Kissing
him again, she thread her fingers through the short hair on his scalp. Her
summer dress rode high on her thighs, giving him a view of her stunning legs
and the v-neck cut gave him a perfect view of her cleavage. Fuck but she was
the most beautiful female he had ever seen.

York
tried hard to ignore the packed bags stacked at the entrance to her small
hallway. He moved quickly, needing to be inside of her more than he needed his
next breath. Within a few strides, York lay Cassidy down on her bed and pulled
up her dress so that it bunched around her hips. He couldn’t help the low
rumble that vibrated from deep inside his chest. “Glistening fucking wet.” He
dipped his head down so that he could lave her swollen clit. Next, he ran his
fingers through the soft fur that had began to grow. “I fucking love your fur.”

Cassidy
giggled, the sound quickly turned into a drawn out moan as he sucked on her
little bud of nerves. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. He pulled her legs
over his shoulders feeling how her toes curled into his back as he continued to
suckle on her.

Rainbows
and sunshine. Her taste was enough to drive him to distraction. He couldn’t
help the rumble of satisfaction that moved through him. It didn’t take long and
Cassidy threw her head back, she grasped the sides of his head with both her
hands and gave a raw growl as her back bowed off the bed. In short, she came
hard and he loved every drawn out second. Every mewl, every whimper, every
pant.

He
longed to wake her up like this after a night…together. After they had actually
slept wrapped up in each other for the whole night. He longed to slip between
her thighs and make her come. Hearing her loud, let-her-rip groan would be the
best good morning he could ever hope for. Fuck, any good morning with Cass
would be bliss.

All
this sneaking around was irritating the crap out of him.

With
one sweeping move, Cassidy pulled her dress over her head. “I’m ready for you,
big boy.”

“I’m
not a boy.”

“No,
but you are damned big.” She looked at him from under her lashes. Fuck but she
was something.

“No
arguments there, gorgeous. Damn…” he let his eyes track the length of her body.
“Have I told you today how sexy you are?”

She
shook her head, her lip dented as she bit down on it.

“You…my
gorgeous female…are so utterly fuckable, it’s scary. You might want to call
Mrs. Simmons and let her know that you’ve spotted a big one.”

Cassidy
giggled while grabbing the bottom of his shirt and yanking it up. He helped her
out by lifting his arms. Then she leaned back, her eyes were wide and focused
on his chest. “Oh wow!” She gasped. “That’s seriously hot.”

For a
second York wasn’t sure what she was talking about, then he looked down. His
skin was still a faint pink under the ink. “Oh, this old thing.” He tried to
play it down, leaning forward to take back her lips but she backed up so that
he couldn’t reach her.

“It’s
really pretty…” She gushed.

“I
hope fucking not,” he growled. “Sexy, hot would be fine…pretty…” He snorted.
“No…just no.”

“Swirling
and twirling lines…it looks a bit like an abstract dragon. It is pretty.” Her
lush mouth pulled into a smile. “In a sexy, hot kind of way.”

“When
you put it like that…” He reached forward, wanting to suck on her bottom lip.
She had a mouth made for wicked things.

“What
made you get it? I didn’t even know vampires could have tattoos.” Her brow
pulled together and the most adorable lines marred her forehead.

York
shrugged. “All it takes is a silver needle.” His gaze was focused on her
mouth…make that her nipples. Fucking perfection. Wide areolas and swollen nubs
that beckoned him to suck on them and nip at them.

“Ow!!
Must have hurt.” Her eyes widened. “Let me kiss you better.” She kissed him
over the tat, somewhere just above his heart. Her soft lips felt like heaven
against his skin. “What made you get it?”

“Nothing
special.” He answered, meaning every word. He really didn’t want to have this
conversation.

Cassidy
frowned. “Why would you get a tattoo for no reason? Go through all that for
nothing”

York
lifted his brows. “It’s nothing. We all got one.” He dropped down, taking her
nipple into his mouth praying that she would drop it.

Cassidy
shrugged him off. “Oh…who’s everyone?”

“The
guys.”
Leave it the fuck alone.

“Guys?”
Her frown deepened.

“The
ten of us.” He couldn’t say the words.

She
sucked in a labored breath and he watched her shut down. Her eyes flashed away
from his. Her arm came up across her chest and her mouth tensed. “As in, the
rest of the guys enrolled in the breeding program?” It wasn’t a question
really, but rather a statement.

“Yeah...the
dating program.” It was his turn to look away.

She let
out a shuddery breath. “This isn’t…I’m not sure…” Her face took on a pinched
look and her eyes still wouldn’t meet his.

Fuck!

This
was it. The moment he had been dreading. York clenched his teeth so hard that
he tasted blood and reveled in it. He’d hurt her…again. At least this proved
that she had feelings for him. The knowledge gave him strength for what he was
about to propose. She had to buy into it or he didn’t know what he would do.

“What
the hell are we doing?” She finally blurted. “I should’ve left town days ago. I
mean, are you sleeping with them as well as me?” She made a freaked out noise.
“No, don’t answer that. It’s none of my business.” Her eyes were wide and her
lip quivered. A tear tracked down her cheek. He heard her mutter something
about the lighting which made no sense to him.