A Mate for York(31)

York felt a warmth rise up inside him at the thought of the baby. So small and innocent from his chubby little cheeks to his tiny little hands. “The baby is a boy, his name is Sam after the queen’s younger brother who died when he was just three. He is the cutest little guy.”

Her eyes widened and then she smiled. “Isn’t that classified information?”

He shrugged. “You trusted me and now I’m trusting you.”

Her smile widened. “Thank you. I won’t tell…I promise.”

York dragged a thumb down the side of her face, loving the soft feel of her skin. This female was a vision. He was just getting ready to kiss her again, to feel her pliable lips against his…to do a whole lot more when she cocked her head. “So, did you choose to be enrolled in the program or was it mandatory?”

It was crazy, he’d waited months for the program to kick off. He should’ve been working on a plan to get back into it right at that moment. Trying to figure out a way to change Brant’s mind and to prove to him that he didn’t have bloodlust. Yet, right then, he didn’t give a damn about any of that. He only cared about the female in his arms. He saw it for what it was, lust, plain and simple, but it rode him harder than ever before.

He didn’t want to talk anymore but he answered her anyway. “It’s not mandatory. We had to fight our way in. The top ten fighters were awarded positions.”

“Let me guess…” Her eyes were bright. “You had to have been one of the top three?”

York couldn’t help but to laugh softly. “So little faith. I told you, I’m number one. I was the last elite standing.”

“Arrogant much?” She teased but he could see that she didn’t mean it.

“Actually, yes. I fight hard for what I want.” He growled and pulled her closer to him.

“And what is it that you want?” Her whole demeanor changed. Cassidy seemed to hold her breath. Seemed to really care about his answer. Although her question had sounded flirty, she was being serious. She genuinely wanted to know what made him tick.

At first he thought of giving her a flippant answer but he couldn’t, not after she had just bared her soul. “I really want a family…children. A female to love who will love me back. Hot, sexy nights and fun filled days. I want the sound of children’s laughter to fill my home.” York took a deep breath realizing that he had gone off on a bit of a tangent. Said more than he had planned.

When he focused back on Cassidy, her eyes had a faraway look. There was a definite look of longing on her beautiful face. Then her normally bright eyes turned murky, they flashed with pain that tore at him.

Then she smiled and it was gone. “Wow…I’m sure you’ll get it in the end. Maybe Brant will give you a second chance. If anyone can convince him, it’s you.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t want to think about it right now. That’s something to worry about tomorrow. Right now…” He could feel how his fangs ached in his gums. Longing for a taste. His eyes even drifted to the pulse at the base of her neck. Two pairs of small red marks marred her perfect honey soaked skin. There would be no biting. “Get onto your knees, Cass.”

She did as he asked, giving him a perfect view of her stunning ass and her glistening pussy.

“Grab a pillow to stifle your cries.” He growled softly, a sense of urgency clawed at him.

Swallowing thickly, she did as he said, the scent of her arousal filled the room. Cassidy was his for tonight and he planned on making the most of it. For whatever reason, it was important to him that she never forgot him or their time together.





Chapter 8




So this was what it felt like to be treated like a criminal. Guards flanked him on all sides. He was outnumbered, so it wouldn’t help to try and fight his way out. Except for Gideon, the males were not from his elite team, so it wouldn’t help to try to talk his way out either.

York had purposefully turned up before breakfast in an effort to see Brant before Cassidy left her room anyhow. Once the vampire guards caught her scent they would know exactly what had gone down. That was why he was here in the first place. To sort shit out before it became Cassidy’s problem.

By then, he wanted everything out in the open. The ass whooping he was about to receive would be long over.

They kept moving, the guards were leading him into the belly of the castle. Gideon’s jaw was set, he walked on ahead of the formation. “Fucking insanity,” he muttered as they rounded the last turn. The male pulled open a door and gestured for him to enter. “Good luck.” He growled softly as York was about to enter the room. There was a ghost of a smile toying with Gideon’s lips. If he didn’t know better, he would say that the male was on his side or at least that he had some sort of understanding for his predicament. Gideon had been promoted to head of security for the breeding program. He was the most straight and narrow, controlled, reliable vampire he knew. It didn’t make any sense that he would have any understanding. York had broken some serious rules and crossed some serious lines. Gideon never put a foot wrong…not ever.