A Mate for York (6 page)

Then
York’s eyes were back on her and she swallowed back her smile. Her breathing
actually hitched. “No.” Husky and deep. It did things to her that it really
shouldn’t. “Not that word, the other one.”

“What
other one?” She felt her frown deepen.

He
looked at her pointedly.

“Oh,
that one.” Her voice came out sounding a little high pitched. “Why would you
want me to say that one?” She said it without thinking.

York
swallowed thickly. His Adam’s apple worked overtime and he shoved his hands
into his pockets. “I really wanted to touch you. I know you wanted me, yet you
wouldn’t say the word.”

It
didn’t make any sense. The big oaf was probably just used to getting what he
wanted. His ego was bruised because she was one of the few women to ever
actually say no to him. Maybe even the only one. “Look, York, just because you
have women running after you twenty four seven doesn’t mean you can have me.”

York
took his hands out of his pockets and folded his arms across his chest, his
eyes dropped to her mouth and then to her breasts.

Oh
crap
! She was wearing her pajamas which comprised of sleeping shorts and a
t-shirt with a little cartoon kitty across the front. It was tight and she
wasn’t wearing a bra. Double crap!

Cassidy
folded her arms across her chest. His nostrils flared and she squeezed her legs
closed. Triple crap, she also wasn’t wearing panties and she was dripping wet.

They
flared again as he inhaled deeply. “Explain to me why you are so damned turned
on and have been since you first realized that it was me in your room. Even
through your extreme fear, I could scent your arousal. You want me.”

“I
don’t damn well want you and I don’t need your pity orgasm, thank you.”

“Orgasms.”
He gave added emphasis to ensure that she could hear that it was plural, which
irritated her because her clit throbbed as he said the word.

“For
the record.” His eyes hardened up, his jaw was tense. Cassidy took a step back.
“I would
not
have touched you out of pity. I would’ve touched you
because I was rock fucking hard for you just as I am right now. I would’ve
touched you because you are one of the sexiest females I have ever seen. Your
scent, your soft skin…” His voice was a deep growl. Low and dangerous.
Simmering and seductive. She didn’t think that he meant to sound that way but he
did…in spades. “I was desperate to hear you say it, desperate to touch you.”
His eyes dropped to her mouth. “More than to just touch you.” His chest heaved
with each ragged breath. “The things I want to do to you.”

They
both stood there for a few long seconds and she realized that he was waiting
for her to speak. “Oh.” Stupid thing to say after he’d broken into her room. After
he had just said all of those things.

York took
a small step towards her and she had to force herself to stand her ground.
“Well then.”

“Well
then what?” She managed to squeak out.

“Which
word is it going to be? Pumpkin”—he gave a small smile—“and I leave, or tiger”—he
sucked in a deep breath—“and I stay.” Her insides turned to mush.

“You
can’t be serious.” She realized that she was panting softly. Her hands shook so
she curled them up tight, folding her arms tighter against herself.

“I’ve
never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

“What
about your place in the program?” She was grasping at straws. Desperate to find
a way to make him leave because she wasn’t sure she could say no. Her body felt
tight. So needy that she felt like she might burst at any second.

York
shrugged. “I’ve been kicked out of the program.” He licked his lips. “Pick a
word little human. I can’t wait to lick you…I only wish I could hear you scream
my name when you cum,” he whispered.

She
made a little whimpering noise and his eyes started glowing softly.

York
sniffed and narrowed his eyes. “Why are you afraid?”

“What’s
going on with your eyes?” He was looking at her in much the same way he had
before when he had lost it.

“It
happens when we are turned on. I want you really badly, Cassidy. You should see
my dick. How fucking hard I am.”

“Wow.
Are all vampires so straight forward?” The crazy thing was that his dirty talk
turned her on even more. She liked how direct he was. No bullshit.

York
nodded. “Yeah. We are. Humans can be devious. They don’t always say what they
mean. You don’t seem to have that trait. I need you to be honest with me now.”

“It’s
just that we don’t know each other. I don’t have sex with strange men.”

“I’m
not a man, Cassidy.” He cocked his head. “You seem to forget that. I’m a
vampire male in his prime. I want you very badly and I can scent that you want
me too. You need to know that I didn’t come to your room with the purpose of
fucking you.”

She
gasped at his use of the crude word because her desire increased at hearing him
say it.

York
smiled. “You’re so timid. So sweet. I like that.” He cupped her chin for a
second before allowing his arm to fall at his side. “I came to apologize and to
prove to you that I meant it when I said I wouldn’t hurt you. I didn’t want you
to leave thinking that I hadn’t been true to my word.” He licked his lips. “Every
time I come close to you or say the word fuck, your scent becomes so…” He made
a growling noise. “Makes me want to…” He lifted his hand, dropping it before he
could touch her. “Just say something…what do you want? Must I leave?”

Yes.
Go.

The
words stuck in her throat because she didn’t mean them. She shook her head.

“Thank
fuck.” He growled, stepping even closer to her. So close that they were almost
touching. “Say the word. Let me touch you, please.” His eyes were glowing
again.

Her
body was all systems go but she couldn’t allow herself to be carried away by
lust, to give in to such base urges. “It would be wrong.” She sighed. Appalled
to hear how disappointed she sounded.

“Do
you agree that we have a strong physical connection?” His bright blue eyes bore
into her.

Cassidy
swallowed thickly and nodded. She’d never thought of it like that.

“It
would be wrong to not explore this. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a female
more.”

Hearing
him say those words broke down her last barrier, but she was still thinking
clearly and there was something that needed saying first. “We can’t have sex.
My contractual agreement is clear. I can’t afford to lose this job.”

York
cursed under his breath. “It’s fine. At least let me touch you. Lick you…I want
to feel your body tighten with your release…even if it is my tongue and not my
cock that gets that pleasure.” His growly voice made her so hot, she was sure
she was going to self combust at any second.

“Tiger.”
She whispered, shivering as she took in his answering growl.

York
closed his mouth over hers, his tongue breached her lips. The kiss, just like
the man, was hungry, raw and primal. She mewled into his mouth. There was a
pull and a ripped noise. Her bare nipples abraded his shirt as he pulled her
against him. He’d actually destroyed her t-shirt like an animal. Ripped it off
her body. There was another tearing noise and her sleeping shorts fell around
her ankles. From the sound of things, they were also destroyed.

She
went from soaked to dripping wet.

York
pulled away slightly. “We need to be very quiet.” He whispered into her ear
before pulling back further so that he could get a good look at her. His
eyelashes fused as his gaze dropped down and swept over her body in a slow
crawl.

Her
cheeks warmed up a whole damn lot. At least the light was dim, as only the side
lamp was on. She suddenly wished she hadn’t eaten all of her heavy steak dinner
as well as a bowl full of ice-cream for dessert. Every part of his body tensed
and he growled loudly, snapping his mouth shut mid growl. York shook his head
slowly, his eyes were so bright, it looked like he had been lit up from the
inside. They turned hungry and fiery…so needy. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She
could see that he meant every word. It gave her strength…made her feel really
powerful. “Take off your shirt.”

He
nodded, his eyes stilled trained on her breasts.

“And
the pants,” she whispered.

York
nodded again. Her boobs seemed to have him mesmerized. It made her grin but her
smile died a fast death as he hauled down his cargo pants. His dick pulled
forward as his pants slipped down and then snapped back against his abs. It was
her turn to stare. To all out gape.

Thank
god they weren’t having sex because there was just no way that veined
monstrosity would fit inside of her.

York
palmed himself, raking his hand over his silken flesh from root to tip. “I hear
that human men are not as well endowed.”

Cassidy
shook her head. “Nowhere near…”

His
eyes dropped back to her chest as he toed off his boots. “You have the most
stunning mammary glands I have ever seen.” Her boobs were slightly bigger than the
average woman’s, but they really weren’t all that perky any more. Gravity was a
bitch. They were okay at best, yet, you wouldn’t say it by the look on York’s
handsome face. He looked like he had lost his ability to think.

Cassidy
giggled and had to put a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh when he almost
fell on his face as he tried to step out of his pants. His eyes were so glued
to her chest that he wasn’t concentrating on the job at hand. It was really
cute. He had a huge grin on his face when he locked eyes with her after
righting himself.

“You
can touch them if you want.” She pushed out her chest.

The
grin instantly became a thin white line as he pursed his lips. “I would like
nothing more.” Low and gravelly, his voice was deeper than any man’s that she
had ever met. It made goosebumps break out all over her body.

Her
nipples tightened as his large calloused hands closed over her boobs. His skin
was really warm. He squeezed them a couple of times. “So soft.” He whispered,
his eyes were wide. Then he raked his thumbs over her nipples and she moaned.
“You like that?”

She
nodded, groaning louder when he gave them both a light pinch. “Very much.” Her
voice sounded breathy…needy.

York
leaned down and sucked on one of her taut nubs. Nipping and sucking
intermittently until she was squirming. It felt like she might come from just
his mouth on her breast. He squeezed her other breast, still seeming in awe of
them. By the time he released her, she was so wet that she could feel the
slickness between her legs leaking onto her inner thigh. She felt a little
embarrassed. This had never happen to her before. Her and Sean had kept lube in
the side table next to their bed because she struggled to get wet enough to
take him.

It was
like she had turned into a sex kitten.

Maybe
the problem had never been hers in the first place. The thought was sobering.

“Get
on the bed.” He instructed, his eyes locked with hers.

Cassidy
did as he said, lying down in the middle of the mattress.

“Open
your legs for me.” He stepped forward so that he was standing right on the edge
of the bed.

Although
she felt completely mortified, she did as he said.

“Wider,
Cassidy. I want to look at you before I fuck you with my tongue.”

That
sent shivers racing up and down her spine. It had her clit throbbing double
time.

She
sucked in a rugged breath. “Okay.” She whispered, doing as he asked. Heat crept
over her whole body.

York
stared down at her. His nostrils flared. His muscles bunched. He looked like he
was doing everything in his power to keep from pouncing on her. “Where is your
fur?”

“My
what?”
Unexpected
. She wasn’t sure what he was talking about.

“Where
is your pussy fur?” He whispered, looking her in the eye.

“My
hair…” She made a croaky noise out of sheer embarrassment. This was not usual bedroom
conversation. “Um…I had it waxed off.”

“What
is waxed?” His brow furrowed.

“I
remove it every couple of weeks. Is that a problem?” She asked, having to fight
the urge to close her legs.

“No
problem.” He growled, giving her a half smile. “We were briefed that human
females have fur…hair on their pussies and I was just curious. I think your
pussy is fucking stunning…so damned wet…” It was all the warning she got. One
moment he was standing at the foot of the bed and the next he was between her
legs, his tongue buried deep inside of her.

Tongue
fucking.

Now
there was a concept. The guy was well versed in the art. He knew where her
sweet spot was and laid into it like this was his last supper. Her back came
off the bed and her eyes opened wide in her skull before she closed them tight.
It took everything in her not to cry out, moan…something. Sean didn’t like
going down on her, so this was one hell of a treat. The only time she had ever
had an orgasm was on the few occasions early on in their relationship when he
had used his mouth on her. It wasn’t like this though. Not nearly as intense.

York
knew exactly what he was doing. From the sounds he was making, he was enjoying
himself too. His tongue made lapping, sucking noises. Low little growls seemed
to escape every so often as well. Then he slipped his tongue out of her and
laved her entire slit. Even licked her inner thigh. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
His glowing eyes flashed to her. His gaze stayed on her for a few beats. Then
he smiled. “No screaming, Cassidy.”

Then
he was back between her legs where he zeroed in on her clit. Using circular
motions with his tongue, he kept at the bundle of nerves until she had to throw
her head back. Biting back a moan, she grabbed his head pulling him in closer
as she felt the build, felt the tightening of the many coils deep inside her.
Everything felt interconnected. Her muscles began to tense.