Any second now…
His hands itched. His cock throbbed, wanting out of the tight confines of his jeans. It wanted to be buried deep inside this female. He longed to feel her wet heat. Her hands held him tight. Her little fingers digging into his biceps. She rubbed her thighs together, no doubt trying to ease the pressure that was building between them. It wouldn’t help. Nothing would. He couldn’t wait to touch her. Wished he could fuck her. The scent of her arousal had him groaning his own note of frustration. Another pull, this time he sucked deep, knowing that she would feel the pull in every erogenous zone in her body.
Any second now…
Her back bowed and she made a keening noise that almost made him throw her down on the sofa and rip her clothing to shreds. How was she holding out? When she’d first walked into this room, he had scented her fear, he had also scented her arousal. It had oozed from her pores from the moment she had laid eyes on him. The fear had come and gone as they initially talked, the arousal had only blossomed further. The female in his arms wanted him. She should not be able to fight this.
York wanted her right back. The need to ease her was almost overwhelming. He wanted so much more than just a simple touch. Needed things that were not possible. He wanted to make her come. Hear her cries of pleasure. Why was she being so stubborn? Another long, hard suck had her holding her breath. He heard her heart stop for a few beats before starting back up again.
Give in…
Say it!
Another hard pull. He felt her little teeth sink into his flesh and he snarled. Need intermingled with frustration rode him hard. Her little teeth bit hard enough for him to feel but not hard enough to break the skin. Desire and longing took ahold of him like never before.
It happened so quickly. One minute they were in an embrace and the next he was being pulled away from her.
Fuck!
York snarled in frustration as he caught a look of fear on her face. She was pale. One of the guards, he couldn’t remember the fucker’s name, had his arms around her slight shoulders.
“Mine,” York snarled. His voice was so thick with rage that the word was mostly unrecognizable.
Cassidy shrieked in terror. She was afraid of him. The other two guards held onto him, one guard on each arm. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. His vision narrowed until only she remained. He had to get to the female. Had to show her that he meant her no harm, that she was safe.
He ripped his right arm free. Then, he elbowed the guard on that side. There was a sound of something cracking. More than likely the male’s jaw. Then he punched the male on his left who staggered back. Unfortunately, he could see from the corner of his eye that the guard wasn’t injured enough to stay down. He loathed to take his eyes off the female but tore his gaze away long enough to punch him in the throat. There was a sickening crunch as the male’s eyes bugged out of his skull. The guard would not die but he would back the fuck off, which was what York needed.
The stupid fucker that was touching the human pushed her behind him. “Don’t do this, York.”
“Fuck off,” he growled.
“York, you are going to hurt the female.”
There was no way he would ever hurt even the tiniest hair on her head and he was about to express this to the male that was in his way. He took a step towards them, preparing to remove the irritating fuck when a bolt shot through his body, it had muscles seizing. He fell to his knees.
“That should’ve knocked him out,” a voice said. “I’m going to shoot him again.”
“Wait.” It was a voice he mildly recognized but couldn’t place.
His eyes stayed locked on the human who stared at him from behind the guard. Her eyes were big, so fucking beautiful. On a loud grunt, York began to rise back to his feet.
“Do it again.”
His brow creased as he tried to place the voice but another bolt raced through him. His teeth clenched so tight that he tasted blood. His muscles tightened till they burned. His fingers curled until they resembled claws. It fucking hurt. He could feel the dark descend but fought it. He needed to speak to the female. Needed to tell her…
****
“This is the first fucking day,” a voice said. “The first day and I’ve already got shit of this magnitude.” It was Brant. What was Brant doing in his room?
York struggled to wake up properly. His body felt heavy. His muscles ached.
“Nothing happened. We managed to contain it.” The same voice he couldn’t recognize earlier. His memories came crashing back. The human female, Cassidy, he needed to see her. Needed to explain. She was fucking terrified of him.
He struggled to move, couldn’t open his eyes to save his fucking life. Fuck! He tried again…and again…until finally he felt his finger twitch. What the fuck had they done to him? His body felt used up.