A Mate for York(44)

“So why are you here talking to me instead of them?”

Lazarus took on a pained expression. “I’m not much of a talker.” The male was right, he grunted more than he spoke.

“I tried to start up a conversation with that little blonde over there.” He pointed to the bar. A woman in high heels and a seriously tight dress was ordering a drink. “I introduced myself and then panicked.” Lazarus’ eyes darkened and he sucked in a deep breath.

“What did you do?”

He looked down at his feet. “I told her she had fucking stunning mammary glands.”

York had to laugh. “We were taught to go easy on the compliments. You should’ve talked about her eyes or her hair.”

“Yeah but look at her.” Lazarus growled as the female turned around and sure enough, there was enough cleavage in her low cut dress to sink whole ships. Big cruise liners for that matter. “I suck at this. You should’ve seen her face. I’m surprised she didn’t slap me.”

York chuckled. “Relax. We have plenty of such meet and greet sessions planned over the next few weeks. There are more humans than males, I’m sure one of them will be interested in a testosterone riddled, huge motherfucker like you.”

Lazarus flexed his muscles. “Better fucking believe it,” he growled.

“About that though.” York made for the bar and Lazarus stayed next to him. “You should look for a shirt like mine.” York ran his hands down the dress shirt he was wearing. “You could also use a pair of jeans.” He glanced at the other male’s leather pants. York choked out a laugh. “And for fucks sakes lose the knives.”

Lazarus had a blade strapped at his thigh and another on his belt. He knew that there would be more concealed weapons on him. The other male scowled. “What if we are attacked?” His jaw ticked. “I need to be ready to protect the humans. They are weak and easily hurt.”

“They are also easily scared as well.” York ordered a drink for himself. He decided on a beer. It was a perfectly acceptable human drink. He noticed that many of the males had one in their hands. “Do you want anything?”

“Blood…hold the ice,” Lazarus growled.

York raised a brow at the male.

“What?” Lazarus put up his hands. “Okay fine”—he huffed—“blood and a double shot of vodka.”

“You can’t fucking drink blood in front of the humans.” York kept his voice low. “Were you not paying any attention in the training sessions?”

“I’m a fucking vampire.” Lazarus growled so loudly that he made one of the females to the right of them shriek and grab her chest. “Sorry,” he growled while taking a step towards her.

She visibly paled. The female swallowed hard and nodded. “It’s f-fine.” She stammered, her eyes wide in her head.

As soon as Lazarus turned back towards him, the female slunk away glancing back in their direction every so often. Human females were terrified of him. Then again, full grown vampire males were terrified of Lazarus so he didn’t blame them.

“I understand that you are a vampire but you can tone it down while they are getting to know you. This is new to them.”

“Fuck that. I am who I am.” He answered, in true Lazarus style.

“Don’t listen to me then. You can order your own fucking blood,” York said, keeping his voice down. He noticed that there was a female sitting at the end of the bar. She looked lost, her eyes kept moving around the room. It was like she was searching for something…or someone. “Take those blades off and hand them in at the bar. Let’s go and speak to that female over there.” He pointed her out to Lazarus without making it obvious.

“Yeah,” Lazarus growled. “She has stunning eyes. So very big…” He bobbed his eyebrows up and down. “And her hair is fucking lush and curvy…I mean wavy.” He bobbed his brows a second time. York had to laugh. He noted that the male removed the visible knives, but he didn’t end up ordering anything to drink.

They made their way over to the female. York held his beer, taking a sip every so often. It tasted pretty shitty and the alcohol content was too low to even give him a mild buzz. If it made the humans feel more comfortable though, then he didn’t mind drinking it.

The female seemed taken aback that they had approached her. She didn’t look particularly happy by the way she pressed her lips together and she pulled her purse more tightly against her midsection. Her heart rate picked up.

“Would you mind if we joined you?” he asked. “You look a little lonely sitting all the way over here on your own.”