A Mate for York(13)

“Hey…” His deep voice abraded her senses. “You’re in good hands. Please calm down. I won’t hurt you.” Only then did he allow his hand to fall away from her. He looked down at her with such focus and intensity. Like she was the only person that existed in the world, or at least the only one that counted, which was crazy because they had only just met and this was a business arrangement.

“I know.” She answered without thinking.

His eyes narrowed for a second. “Why are you so afraid then? I can scent your fear.” His nostrils flared. “It’s pungent.”

“I’m sorry.” Her cheeks heated and she looked away, feeling more vulnerable than she ever had before.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. If you truly believe that I mean you no harm, why are you still so afraid?” He paused.

How the hell did she tell him that she was attracted to him and afraid of becoming so aroused that she would do something that would embarrass the hell out of her? Images of straddling his lap, of his hands on her, rose up in her mind. Cassidy didn’t do things like that with total strangers and wasn’t about to start now. The problem was, she didn’t think she was going to have much say in the matter, so maybe it was best that they discussed it now.

York cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to his. “Tell me.” He released her.

Cassidy licked her lips. “I’m a little worried about my reaction to you when you drink from me.”

His lip twitched.

“I’m worried because I’ve been told that we humans react quite heavily to being bitten.” It came out rushed and high pitched, but at least it was out in the open now.

York nodded once. “Yeah…you will become aroused and will need to be touched.”

His candid matter of fact approach had her taking a step back. She’d expected him to play it down or deny it flat out, but not this.

“Maybe take off the stockings and your underwear.” He went on. “I am very good with my hands. I’ll make sure that it is good for you.”

Cassidy sat down on the sofa, landing heavily. He was being totally honest, which she appreciated. She shook her head. “No, it won’t be necessary.”

No way in hell!

Glancing down at her watch, she noticed that they had five minutes left before their session ended.

York gave her a cocky half smile, hooking his fingers into his jean pockets. He was big, built and entirely hairless. Sexy wasn’t nearly a good enough description. “It is a simple fact that when I sink my teeth into your honeyed skin, you are going to go out of your head with need. Your pussy will be wetter than it’s ever been in your whole life. It will be like someone lit a match inside you. Your womb will scream to be filled. Your clit will throb. It will be torture to try and abstain and there is no need to.”

She shook her head. Horrified at how turned on she was. How close she was to agreeing to everything. She hadn’t had sex in a year. Right now that felt like a very long damned time.

York sat down next to her. “Climb onto my lap. Open your legs just a little. No one will see anything because you will be covered by your skirt.” His voice dropped about a hundred octaves. “I will make you come multiple times in half a minute. It would be my pleasure.”

He made it sound like he would be doing her a favor. Then again, he probably would be doing her a favor. Who was she kidding? Just look at the guy, there was no way he was interested in her in a real way.

She tried to eat healthy but the fact of the matter was, she enjoyed her food and wasn’t about to give it up so that she could be a stick insect. As a result, she had some flesh on her bones, cellulite had become a factor as well as she neared thirty.

Her hair was just past her shoulders. It was so dark brown that it looked black. It also had the tendency to be a little frizzy so she washed it daily using a special conditioner that you left in. It helped tame the frizz, mostly. Her boobs were a decent size but they were a little droopy. Thankfully her nipples still faced forward, so not too bad. She really couldn’t complain. Her eyes were probably her best attribute. Somewhere between a light brown and green.

There was also nothing extraordinary about her. She’d had friends in school, but she was not one of the popular girls. She’d dated guys but never one of the really good looking ones. None like York. Guys like York were always into the supermodel types like the ones she’d seen around the castle. She was sure that the women they picked to enter the breeding program would be much the same. He is not interested in you Cassidy, the delicious looking vampire is just being polite.

“Can I help you undress?” York asked, bringing her back. “We don’t have much time left.”