A Mate for York(52)

“Yes, Mrs Simmons. I sure got him alright.”

“Oh good.” She sounded ecstatic. Cassidy felt sorry for any critters that ventured into that house. “I’m glad to hear it dear.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Simmons.”

“Goodnight, dear.”

York wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He was still chuckling. “You got me alright.” He whispered, almost too soft for her to hear.

It’s not what it sounds like, Cassidy. He’s referring to sex. Nothing more. When he leaves soon, you will never see him again.





Chapter 13




6 days later…

Lazarus growled so loudly that the human male fell backwards in his haste to get away.

York had to laugh. “You need to stop doing that. This is the only male that agreed to come anywhere near you. A half finished tattoo is going to look like shit.”

“Sorry.” Lazarus looked down at the male. “It won’t happen again. Silver hurts like a fucking bitch.” His face looked pinched. His muscles looked strained.

“Stop acting like such a baby.” York looked down at the swirling ink lines on his upper body just above his right pec, it sloped onto his shoulder and lower neck area. His skin was still pink and angry looking from the silver. Lazarus was right though, the silver needle hurt. He was sure that it was from the continuous contact. A quick stab was one thing, ongoing contact got old fast.

The ten males in the breeding program had decided to get inked as a symbol of unity and brotherhood. They had earned their way into the program through courage and brute strength. They were revered by the other males in the covens. Their positions envied. York didn’t particularly care either way. It wasn’t his idea to get the tat but he agreed to go along with it. The problem was that he wasn’t even sure he wanted to be in the program anymore. In many ways, it felt like he was an observer in his life rather than actually living it. The only time he felt truly alive lately was when he was with Cassidy.

“You are thinking about her right now aren’t you?” Lazarus asked. The sound of the tattoo gun could be heard buzzing in the background.

York frowned. “I’m not sure who you’re referring to. I haven’t decided on any of the females yet. We only have to put potential candidates forward tomorrow.” He crossed his hands over his chest.

“You may have the rest of them fooled, but not me.” Lazarus looked at him through intelligent eyes that saw way too fucking much for his liking.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“You’re fucking that human. I can scent human pussy all over you. You scented of it the morning after the meet and greet. The others may have believed your story about how you eased one of the females and how she rubbed herself all over you but I didn’t. You forget I know where you went. I still think you’re full of shit!” Lazarus said. The tattoo artist stopped working, he looked very interested in what they were saying all of a sudden.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” York growled. The human visibly paled. He turned his attention back on Lazarus. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. There are twenty-five human women currently within the program…” York shrugged. “So I’ve been fucking around. That’s what we’re supposed to be doing. It’s a breeding program for fuck sakes. I may have been with her that night but not anymore.”

Lazarus sort of smiled. “You haven’t touched any of the females from the program. You’ve barely hung around long enough to talk to them. You can count yourself lucky that no one has noticed.”

“So I’m discreet. I’m not the type to kiss and tell.”

“Yeah…” Lazarus choked out a laugh. “Whatever!”

“I’m done.” The tattoo artist looked pale and sweaty. He held out a mirror so that Lazarus could get a good look at his ink. It was a bit more of an elaborate design on the opposite side to York. Same general position. The females would love it…then again…it made him look even meaner.

“Looks good. Thanks.” Lazarus rose to his feet and they began walking.

“Don’t lie to me, York. You’ve been disappearing under the guise of fucking one of the humans but you’re heading to Cassidy’s place. You fucked her that night you left the club and you’ve been seeing her ever since. Don’t even try and deny it.”

“Shhh…” York looked around them. “Keep it down. I haven’t been fucking her.”

Lazarus’ face clouded in anger.

York held up a hand. “There’s more to it than that. I enjoy being with her.” He clenched his teeth for a few beats. “It’s not just sex or fucking…I feel like it’s…I don’t know.”