A Mate for York (The Program Book 1)

by Hartnady, Charlene

  She nodded.

  “We need to be quiet. If I am found here, I’ll be in deep shit.” This time, York lowered her to her feet before letting her go. Her legs shook, so he put out a hand and clasped her waist for a few beats. His touch didn’t soothe her. It only made her feel even more edgy. God, she was wet down there. Everything still throbbed and craved. She slowly turned to face him and he relinquished his hold on her.

  York was dressed all in black. Tight cargo type pants, a long sleeved top that showcased every hard earned muscle to perfection, particularly his biceps and pecs. “I think you should go. You shouldn’t be here.” She whispered as softly as she could while putting as much meaning behind every word as she could muster. He needed to know that she meant business.

  York nodded. “I know you don’t want me here. I came to apologize.”

  They had to stand close so that they could whisper and understand one another. Then again, it was probably mainly for her benefit since he had superhuman abilities. “Apologize…So you keep saying.”

  York took a deep breath before running a hand over the light cover of hair on his head. “I was an idiot.” His eyes locked with hers. “I was trying to get you to say the word.”

  “You were trying to get me to say pumpkin?” She could feel that her brow was furrowed, that her eyes were wide.

  York grinned and actually gave a little snicker. “No wonder you were laughing earlier. It is a strange ass word to use as a safe word. Trust Gideon.” He shook his head.

  Cassidy found herself smiling despite the situation.

  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.

  It was so much more intense with someone else administering the pleasure than when she had done it herself. Suddenly, one year felt like a very long time. York gave a soft nip at her flesh and then sucked her clit hard. She clenched her teeth as her orgasm rushed through her. She couldn’t help it when a low groan escaped. Her legs vibrated with the extreme pleasure that shattered her from the inside out. When she finally came down, she realized that she had his head squeezed between her thighs, that her hand held him against her, her nails were digging into his scalp. “Oh…I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away.” She released him.

  “You can squeeze me between your lush thighs anytime, gorgeous.” He licked his lips. “I will give you a few minutes to recover…” His eyes
dipped back to between her legs. “I’m still really hungry.”

  “Um…” She wasn’t really much of an aggressor in bed but she really wanted to give a little loving back to York. It was only fair. “Lie down on your back.”

  York frowned, but did as she said. “What did you have in mind?”

  “I’m going to give you a blowjob.” She slid her hand around his impressive shaft. It was so thick that her fingers couldn’t touch. She slid her hand up and down, marveling at the soft, silky texture. It was a monster of a dick but a rather pretty, velvet covered monster.

  York hissed and rocked his hips as she continued to tug on him. Oh god, the thrust move he made was expert. She could just imagine how it would feel having him thrusting deep inside of her like that. Good thing there was a contract or she’d be tempted to try and see if he could fit.

  “Are you going to suck on me?” His eyes were wide. His huge chest moved fast.

  Wait a minute. He looked like…no way. “Have you never had a blowjob before?”

  York shook his head. “Vampire females have sharp fangs.”

  “Well then hold on, big boy.” Cassidy couldn’t help but to grin. She knew she was good at this. Sean was not big on compliments, but he had told her, on more than one occasion that she gave the best head. It made her sick to her stomach just thinking about exactly what that meant. Not going there. Not right now. Cassidy leaned down and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

  York cursed…loudly.

  It made Cassidy giggle softly. “You need to keep quiet.”

  York grinned at her. His skin was taut. “That felt really good. I’m more prepared this time.”

  She dipped her head down

  “Cassidy.” He called, just as her lips were about to close on him.

  “Yeah.” She looked up.

  “Make sure that you don’t swallow or get any of my cum on you.” His eyes were serious. They darkened up. “They will be able to scent me on you tomorrow if you do. I’ll tell you when I’m about to cum.”

  She nodded, dipping back down. “And, Cassidy.”