He grunted, pulling her more firmly against him so that she didn’t have enough room to maneuver.
“Easy.” His deep voice had her heart kicking into overdrive. It was him. The man…make that vampire…who had tried to kill her earlier today. It was York. She would recognize his deep baritone anywhere.
He was talking to her but she was too busy trying to get out of his ironclad grasp to listen. Sweat beaded on her brow. Her breathing was labored. She struggled to get sufficient oxygen through her nose. His hand was tight around her mouth. Cassidy had to save some of her strength. Trying to get away from him like this wasn’t working. She sagged in his arms, acting like she had given up.
His big chest moved up and down behind her with each deep breath that he took. His mouth was at her ear. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered. “I came to explain about earlier. I came to apologize.”
Yeah right. She’d seen the look in his eyes. It was as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She’d watched a documentary once about lions and how they stalked their prey. Even if there was a whole herd of deer, they would set their sights on one and then not take their eyes off of the target until it was trapped in powerful jaws. Until it was game over.
It wasn’t happening to her.
There were guards at the building entrance and more patrolling the grounds, she just had to alert them somehow.
“I’m going to take my hand away. I need you to trust me please, Cassidy.”
Yeah right! Like she’d trusted him before? No way.
“I won’t hurt you.” He growled and for a second the emotion in his voice tempted her to believe him. It was stupid of her to have believed him the first time. Thing was, she didn’t have much of a choice then. This time was different.
Cassidy tried to nod. Her action must have registered because he let out a great big sigh which tickled the side of her neck. Her nipples on her traitorous body hardened. Even after he’d tried to turn her into a snack basket earlier she still reacted to him on a base level. Crazy-assed body. It had always listened to her before. Why did it have to choose right now to grow a mind of its own?
“Okay…I’m letting you go now.” His voice was a husky whisper. His scent surrounded her. York smelled really nice…for a psycho killer.
The moment his hand left her mouth she sucked in a lungful of air but he slapped the hand back in place before she could get much out. He cursed softly. “I told you that I won’t hurt you.” A deep rumble of sheer frustration. “I’m going to prove it to you.”
Cassidy tried to shake her head. She tried to make a negative noise. There was nothing he could possibly do to change her mind about what had happened earlier. Her eyes widened and fear grabbed ahold of her in its icy tight grip.
She could hear her blood rushing through her veins. Could hear the sound of her own heart. Cassidy screamed into his hand as his mouth closed on her throat. There was a now all too familiar pinch and then a tightening of every part of her. She wasn’t wearing panties, so wetness trickled down her thighs as he sucked on her again. Her clit throbbed. Her breasts ached. She was going to die in the throes of sexual frustration and it wasn’t fair. She tried to scream, this time out of sheer desperation. She felt the emotion deep in both her body and her mind. Tears coursed down her cheeks. Of all the ways she imagined her death, this was not one of them.
York released her.
Released. Her.
It wasn’t possible. From what she’d been told in training, if a vampire had bloodlust he couldn’t stop himself. If left to his own devices he would suck a human dry in just a few minutes.
“I don’t have bloodlust. Please let me explain.” York said, he spoke against the shell of her ear causing her to quiver in his arms. “Don’t be afraid.” He added, misconstruing her reaction as fear.
She nodded.
“We need to be quiet. If I am found here, I’ll be in deep shit.” This time, York lowered her to her feet before letting her go. Her legs shook, so he put out a hand and clasped her waist for a few beats. His touch didn’t soothe her. It only made her feel even more edgy. God, she was wet down there. Everything still throbbed and craved. She slowly turned to face him and he relinquished his hold on her.
York was dressed all in black. Tight cargo type pants, a long sleeved top that showcased every hard earned muscle to perfection, particularly his biceps and pecs. “I think you should go. You shouldn’t be here.” She whispered as softly as she could while putting as much meaning behind every word as she could muster. He needed to know that she meant business.