A Mate for York(45)

“I’m fine over here on my own…” Her eyes widened. “But I wouldn’t mind talking for a while.” She emphasized the word talking. Contrary to how quickly he and Cassidy had ended up in bed together, human women tended to prefer a drawn out courtship. He didn’t understand it. This must be one of those females.

“I’m York and this is Lazarus.”

“I’m Jenna.” She shook both their hands in turn. The good news was that she didn’t seem too afraid of Lazarus. She even gave him a shy smile. “Is everyone here?” She asked, still craning her neck to take a good look around the room.

“I’m not sure,” York answered. “I think all the females are here. How many of you made it through? I was only expecting for there to be ten. Since there are ten of us.”

Jenna finally turned her gaze back to him and Lazarus. “Um…there are twenty five of us. We were warned that not all of us would be chosen.” Then her eyes swept back across the space. “I was talking about vampires. Are all of you here tonight?”

Lazarus gave a grunt of affirmation.

The female even lifted slightly off her chair to get a better view of the club.

“Are you looking for someone?” York had to ask. It was glaringly obvious that she was.

Her face turned bright red and she vehemently shook her head. “No…I mean yes…one of the other girls. I said I would keep an eye out for her. She must be in the ladies room or something.”

“All of the males are here.” York said, watching her face cloud in disappointment.

What the fuck?

“Hi there.” A really pretty female came up and joined their small group. She moved in right next to York, turning her eyes on him. “I’m Vanessa.”

“There you are.” The shy female smiled broadly. “This is York and that’s Lazarus.” Jenna gestured to each of them. Maybe she had been waiting on her friend after all.

Vanessa had long blond hair and just about the bluest eyes York had ever seen. Like all the humans that had been chosen for them, she was both tiny…in a way that only a human could be and curvy…also in a way that only a human could be. Her hips were wide, made for holding onto. Her ass was so fucking lush, it should’ve had his hands itching for a grab.

Her breasts were like two pillows. The perfect cradle for both his mouth and head. His dick should be jumping out of his pants by now, yet…nothing. Not the slightest fucking twitch.

The female visibly flinched when she shook Lazarus’ big hand and even took a step closer to York. She scented of cinnamon bathed in vanilla. His mouth didn’t so much as water and his fangs stayed firmly in his gums.

Fuck!

York took a quick look around the club, really looking at the human females for the first time. When it came to looks and scent, Vanessa was right up there. One of the sexiest humans in the room. Lance glared daggers at him. Two guesses on who the male had picked as a possible prospect. It almost made York want to put his arm around the female.

If only he was in the least bit interested.

“So.” Vanessa pulled her full lower lip into her mouth for a few beats. “I’m seriously hoping that since you are here, that you are one of the eligible vampire bachelors.”

York nodded. “Yeah, I am.” Maybe if he chatted with her for a bit. “What made you decide to be a part of all of this?”

“What? Are you kidding? You guys are so incredible…you live in a castle…are seriously wealthy. What girl in her right mind wouldn’t jump at the chance? By the look of the mass of women”—she giggled—“and even a couple of men…out there, I’d say that loads would agree with me.” She smiled, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Reality can sometimes be very different from fantasy.”

“Honey…” Her eyes moved over him in a way that should’ve had something firing up inside him. “I’m looking at the reality and you’re even better than any fantasy I have ever had. May I?” She put a manicured hand out, wanting to touch him.

York grit his teeth. Surely her hands on him mingled with her exotic scent would rouse him from whatever it was that was wrong with him. He nodded.

The scent of her arousal kicked up a whole lot as her hand smoothed over his chest, her fingers brushed lightly over his pecs before crossing to his biceps where she gave a squeeze. “Wow!” She breathed the word rather than said it. “You sure are stacked. Makes me want to know if you’re like that everywhere.” She kept her hand where it was for a few beats, her eyes stayed locked with his.

For blood’s sake! The female didn’t waste any time. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was interested because he really wasn’t. Not even a little.