A Mate for York(14)

“No, I’m good. Thanks.” There was no way she would let him touch her out of some false sense of owing her. Or pity or whatever it was that was driving him to have made the offer in the first place. Forget it.

York sighed loudly. “If you change your mind…”

“I won’t,” she snapped.

He held up his hands in mock surrender. “If you do by any small miracle decide that you need me to touch you, all you have to say is tiger and I’ll come to your rescue.”

“Another word to remember.” She had to laugh. “Thank you, but no.”

“Just say the word and I’ll ease you…” He winked at her. “I’m pretty sure that I can make you cum even through all those layers of clothes. We have less than a minute so please get on my lap.” He tapped his meaty thighs.

An argument was on the tip of her tongue but they were out of time. She was about to lose herself fifteen big ones because of her fear of arousal.

Not happening.

Cassidy slid onto his lap and he steadied her by closing his hands on her hips. Oh god, he was big and built and yummy.

“The blouse,” he growled. “The buttons,” he added when she looked at him stupidly. His eyes were glowing and his voice was so deep. Even deeper than before. Her hands shook as she undid the top two buttons opening up her blouse to expose her neck.

“Relax and just say tiger when it gets too much.” His words were growled rather than spoken. Like his voice box was damaged or something. It was sexy as hell. When she looked down, she noticed that her silky blouse clung to her breasts. That her nipples were so hard that they poked right through her bra. How embarrassing! Note to self, wear padded bra next time.

York was the first vampire that was drinking from her today. There were two more to come. Just as she sucked in a deep breath, he bent down and sank his teeth into her.

There was a pinch, much like the feeling you get when a hypodermic needle breaks your skin. She made a squeaking noise followed by a low moan as he closed his mouth on her. His lips were hot and soft. His touch felt so sensual and intimate, it made her drag in a rugged breath.

His hands clasped her tighter, pulling her against his chest. Her own face was buried into the crook of his neck. His delicious, manly scent wrapped itself around her as his warmth seeped through her. When he sucked for the first time, her hands automatically closed on his arms trying to find purchase. She tried to pull away but he held on tight. He groaned loudly, ending on a deep growl which vibrated against her, making her nipples pebble to the point of pain.

When he sucked again, her back bowed and her girly bits turned wet. York had been right, dripping wet, wetter than ever before. She mewled like a kitten. Her grip on his arms increased but there was very little give because his muscles were so rock solid.

York growled loudly when he sucked again. The need to cum became all consuming. It did feel like someone had lit a match inside her. She was burning with need.

Cassidy moaned. She could hear that her voice was dripping with sheer frustration. Panting, she pushed her thighs together to try and stop the ache. It only worsened the problem. On the next long pull, she cried out. This time her voice belied a need so consuming that it physically hurt.

Tiger.

One teeny, tiny word. No way was she letting him give her a pity orgasm.

Pumpkin.

If she shouted that word then the Calvary would come in and York would fail and be booted from the program. She couldn’t do that to him. He’d been nothing but polite. Even his dirty talk had cut through the bullshit. It had been straight down the line honesty which was more than she had been afforded by a man in a very long time.

It only left one other option. She would wait this out. This torture, this bliss, this nightmare. It would all be over soon. She only hoped that she could stay strong.





Chapter 5




Blood.

Hot, thick, so sweet it had his muscles bunching and his dick turning rock hard. The female sitting on his lap had his blood boiling and his synapses firing on all cylinders. Her scent was beyond intoxicating. The taste of her blood was utter ecstasy.

In this moment, with her soft curves mashed up against him, with her gentle moans and whimpers in his ears, York was finally able to understand why bloodlust existed. He understood only too damned well what brought it on and why. He took a deep pull on her neck, his mouth filled with her rich blood. She moaned.

Any second now…

If he wasn’t careful he could lose ahold of reality. If he didn’t keep his wits about him he could lose himself in her taste, in the feel of her. Become swept away. What York had told this female was the truth. He would never harm her…not ever. Another deep suck and his cock actually twitched as she cried out. The sound a mixture of pleasure and pain.