A Mate for Lance (The Program Book 5) Page 6

  “Hi!” She waved, heaving a sigh of relief. “You guys move too quickly. You scared the hell out of me.”

  “Sorry! I wanted a chance to talk to you alone…” He dug his toe in the dirt. “I was wondering if you would accompany me to dinner this evening?”

  “That’s really sweet of you…um…” She wasn’t used to the attention. It looked like, although she was flattered, she didn’t like it much. “It’s just, well, lunch with Brynn and then dinner with you.” She blushed. “It just seems wrong somehow.” Not to mention where his own tongue had been buried the night before. He had to smile. Human females had such hang-ups. He normally found this irritating. Normally.

  Kai chuckled. “It’s not wrong. This is a dating program. You are free to date us all.” He lifted his hands. “Have you agreed to being exclusive with Brynn?” The male’s nostrils flared. He was double checking to make sure that the human and Brynn hadn’t rutted. It probably wouldn’t change things even if they had. Kai would still attempt to win her.

  Amber smiled and shook her head. “I don’t even know Brynn. I don’t know either of you.”

  Kai frowned. “You know him better because you’ve spent more time with him. It’s only fair that you give me the same chance.”

  “The same chance for what?” Brynn growled loudly as he strode up to them. “A male can’t even take a piss without another asshole moving in.”

  “Who are you calling an asshole?” Kai took a step towards Brynn.

  Here we go again. Lance sighed.

  “Well if the shoe fits…do me a favor and fuck off. Go find some other female to harass.”

  “I wasn’t harassing Amber. I was asking her out on a date and she was just about to accept. She isn’t yours. You have no hold on her.” Kai took another step towards Brynn, putting them almost chest-to-chest.

  Amber tried to say something but Brynn cut her off. “Like fuck!” His hands curled at his side and his face turned red. “She agreed to meet me for lunch today. Me!” he shot back, banging himself on the chest like a caveman. They were such children.

  “Stop this.” Amber tried to insert herself between them. What the fuck? Even a vampire female would know to move away, let alone a tiny human. She was going to get hurt if this came to blows and it looked like it was headed that way.

  “Lunch is over, fuck-face. Amber is having dinner with me…get over it or so fucking help me—”

  “She hasn’t agreed to go out with you, dick-wad…lunch may be over but our date sure as shit isn’t.” Brynn bashed his chest against Kai’s. The males were pretty evenly matched. Sweet, little Amber was about to be crushed.

  “Stop!” Lance snarled, closing the distance between them. “No fighting. Didn’t I make myself clear yesterday?”

  Brynn smirked. “Who died and anointed you—”

  Lance didn’t let him finished. One quick jab and the male landed on his ass. Blood trickled from his broken nose. Lance grabbed the female and pulled her behind him. “You will seriously damage the human if you come to blows.”

  “What the fuck was that then?” Brynn spat out a mouthful of blood. “You just hit me and could’ve hurt the female.”

  “I’m many years your senior. You’re still a pimply fucking teenager where I’m concerned. I’d made my first kill when you were still suckling on your mother’s breast. I have more control in my little pinky than you may ever fucking have. I know where to hit, how to hit and how hard to hit. I can knock you both out with one punch, without so much as breaking a sweat. You two, on the other hand, are a loose cannons.”

  Kai looked down at the ground. Brynn spat out another mouthful of blood. He nodded once before jumping to his feet. The fact that he had stayed down so long was submission enough. “You can both call the female in her room. Kai…” The male looked up at him. “You get to call first at ten till five. You”—he pointed at Brynn—“five o’clock.”

  “Why the hell does he get special fucking privileges?”

  “Don’t make me hit you a second time.” Lance took a step towards the male who flinched away. “You had lunch with her, give Kai a chance. If it was me, I would say no to both your ugly mugs.” Lance laughed.

  Brynn snickered. “You would make one ugly female.”

  “Bullshit. The humans think that I’m pretty.” He had to grin. “Is that okay with you?” He looked at the female whose eyes widened.

  “Um…you wouldn’t be very attractive as a woman.” She shook her head. “You’re far too tall and muscular.”

  Lance laughed. As in, all out laughed. It was the first time in a while he’d had a good chuckle. “No…” He shook his head. “I meant about them calling you later, or would you rather they—”

  “Oh…” There it was again. Another flashback from last night. Her full lips rounded out so prettily, he could easily picture them around his cock. “That’s fine. I thought you were asking me if you would make an okay woman. I guess I wasn’t really listening…never mind.” She flapped her hand. “It’s fine…it’s okay.”

  For a second there his body was convinced that she meant that it was okay to suck him off. Then he realized that she had meant that it was okay for the males to call her later. At first, he felt irritation that she wasn’t going to suck him off, then he felt irritation that he wanted her to. Then he felt seriously pissed, all over again, that she had said that she hadn’t enjoyed his mouth on her. “Now fuck off, both of you,” he snarled, a little more harshly than intended.

  “Sorry if we scared you.” Brynn grabbed Amber’s hand and kissed it.

  Lance had to bite back the urge to get physical with the youngster. Why wasn’t the male obeying him…immediately?

  “Yeah…so sorry… I hope that you will give my offer some—” Kai was also reaching for her hand.

  This time a low growl did erupt. He felt his chest vibrate. Kai glanced his way before quickly averting his eyes. “Chat later,” he whispered and followed Brynn.

  The human huffed out a breath, her eyes firmly on the retreating males.

  “Children,” he muttered. “Next time be sure to move away when males are about to fight.” He locked eyes with her. “What is it with you humans? My friend is mated to a female that also insisted on throwing herself between two males in the midst of battle.” He had to smile just thinking of Sarah. “She can’t be in the same room as a spider for shit but is willing to risk her neck to stop a fight. You do know that you will come off better if you were to throw yourself under a bus?”

  “I couldn’t just stand around and watch them hit each other.”

  “No, not stand around. I said move away, as in, take steps in the other direction, ideally at a run. When vampires get like that they see red. Young fucks like those two don’t think about consequence. I need to have a word with Zane about it.”

  “Well, thank you…I guess. Although I’m not so sure why you would want to help me.”

  This female was clueless. She had males coming to blows over her yet she still had no idea. “Because I like this shirt.” He looked down at the garment before meeting her eyes once more which were a light brown. They had flecks of green inside them. Pretty. He didn’t know why the females insisted on calling him that. Now eyes like hers, fuck, now that was pretty.

  She frowned. “What does your shirt have to do with it?”

  He threw her a half smile. “Blood stains are difficult to remove. Especially human blood.”

  “That’s not funny.”

  “Good thing I wasn’t joking then. Come.”

  She visibly jumped at the use of the word. He had to suppress a chuckle but only because he wanted her to listen to him. “I’ll walk you back to your room,” he added, still having to try hard not to grin.

  “No. I can manage on my own, but thank you.”

  Always so fucking polite. “I insist.”

  “I would rather you didn’t.” She tapped a foot. It was sexy as fuck.

  “Why? Are you afraid I’ll talk my way in?” He
quirked a brow.

  Her eyes narrowed and her sexy as fuck mouth pouted for all of two seconds. “No. You are so not ever going to see the inside of my room.”

  He made a snorting sound. “I was talking about your pussy, not your room.”

  She gasped. “Why do you have to be so damned rude?” The scent of her arousal was suddenly thick in the air and the female squirmed. “You can forget about seeing the inside of my…” She huffed out a breath. “The inside of my…”

  “Pussy,” he supplied. “Pussy.” He repeated while watching how her face turned bright red and how her eyes couldn’t meet his. “Say it.”

  “No. Forget it. I won’t.” She spun and began walking towards the human accommodations.

  He fell in next to her. “It’s too late. I’ve already seen the inside of your pussy. What I would really like now is to feel the inside of that lovely, tight as fuck pussy…”

  She gasped.

  “…with my dick this time.” He leaned over and whispered the words, his shoulder brushing against hers.

  She stopped dead. Her mouth gaped. She made a squeaking noise. Her face was flushed and her heart raced. “You are the rudest, most conceited asshole I have ever met. If I ever so much as see you again it will be too soon. Go away.” She picked up the pace, double time, trying to lose him. As fucking if.

  “I think that the reason you are so angry right now is because you would like nothing better than to come all over the dick of the most conceited asshole you have ever met.” He gripped her elbow and twisted her around to face him. Her chest was heaving, her cheeks were so damned flushed. Her scent was everywhere. The scent of her need filled him. His dick responded big fucking time.

  He half expected her to try and kiss him. Lance couldn’t fucking wait for her lips to collide with his. He couldn’t. Quicker than he thought possible, especially for a human, her hand lashed out and smacked him across the face. So hard that there was a ringing noise in his ears. His cheek stung and his eyes watered.

  “Fuck you,” she snarled.

  “I wish you would.” He couldn’t help but to grin. “You know you want to.”

  Her eyes widened. “No…I…no…” She spun and walked away. They were approaching the accommodation from the back end. There were changing facilities that ran along the wall behind the pool. He gripped her hand and pulled her into one of the stalls.

  She lunged for the door but he shut it and put his back to it, invariably trapping her. “What do you think you are—”

  Lance crushed his lips against hers. He couldn’t remember the last time he had kissed a female. Fucking forever ago. They begged him, they pleaded but he refused. He pulled her body up against his. God but she was soft. One hand circled her neck and the other grabbed a handful of ass.

  He felt a sharp pain and his dick practically jumped out of his pants. When Amber pulled away, there was blood on her lip. His blood. He swiped a hand across his mouth, and looked down at the red smear.

  “Pig,” she hissed.

  Lance pulled his shirt over his head.

  Her gaze turned heated as it took in his chest. The little human squeezed her thighs together. “Stop that. We’re not having sex.”

  He shook his head. “No, we’re not…”

  Her expression turned to disappointment. She may not want to admit it but she wanted him in the worst way.

  “We’re not going to have sex, we’re going to fuck.” He smiled, and not a nice one. “Take off your pants.”

  “No.” She shook her head. Her arousal was so thick inside the confined space that he had to breathe through his mouth to keep himself from lunging at her.

  “I cannot fucking wait to be inside you. Three and a half years is a long time. Too fucking long. You need this and I want to give it to you. It won’t be charity or any other reason besides my wanting you.”

  “Why?” Her breathing hitched and her heart rate increased.

  Why indeed? His thought moved to several reasons which he outright dismissed.

  ****

  Maybe he actually liked her or found her pretty. Maybe he wasn’t as big of an asshole as she had thought. Maybe there was more to him after all. She shouldn’t be entertaining this but she really wanted to know.

  His eyes were lighter than she’d ever seen them. They seemed to glow. His chest was so broad. She wanted to lick his pecs. To trace the lines of his abs. Each and every one. She wanted to squeeze his biceps, to grab his meaty ass as he pounded into her.

  Lance’s nostrils flared. “Why do I want you? Simple, I’ve never felt a pussy as tight as yours. You’re going to feel good wrapped around me.”

  What a complete jerk. This had nothing to do with liking her. It had everything to do with how it would make him feel. Why wasn’t she surprised?

  She shook her head so hard that her pony tail whipped from side to side. “Forget it.” What a prick!

  “It will be the best damned orgasm that you have ever had. Your legs will shake. You’ll scream so fucking loud they’ll call security. I’m going to rock your world, Amber, one thrust at a time. Take off the pants and turn around. I want your hands on that table.” He pointed to the vanity.

  There was a mirror behind her. He wanted her facing the mirror?

  “Yeah, that’s right.” He swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to watch yourself come.”

  Good lord but his words turned her on. Her panties were soaked…even more so than they had been last night. Her mind kept wandering to the orgasm this man had given her. Mind blowing came to mind. There hadn’t been a single exaggeration about how he could make her feel. The only question was, could she let an asshole like him do that to her? Sex, even fucking, was intimate. She’d never had sex with someone so quickly before and had never had sex with someone she didn’t like. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. It seemed wrong somehow.

  With a few deft flicks of the thumb, Lance unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled them half way down his thighs and his…male bit…sprang free. Although bit was not the right description. Something that big could not ever be described as a male bit. The word cock came to mind…again. He had a cock. A ginormous cock. It curved slightly to the right.

  Lance fisted his erection and gently caressed himself from base to tip. Amber swallowed trying to will her heart to slow down. She could feel it beating in her chest. Her whole body felt alive and ready. His hand slid back down before moving back up. A drop of cum beaded at his head. Amber licked her lips.

  “Let’s not play games.” Lance’s voice was gravelly. “Take off your pants and put your hands on the vanity. Just say the word and I’ll move out of the way and let you leave. I know you want this though and”—he fisted his head— “you want it just as much as I do.”

  “I don’t like you. Not even one little bit.” She put as much venom into the words as possible. “We can’t possibly…”

  He grinned. “Well then, that’s just perfect. Think of me as your big, warm dildo. A means to an end. Here…” He looked around the small enclosure. “Now, this one time. Don’t you see, it’s fucking perfect.”

  She started to shake her head.

  “Are you attracted to me?”

  “No… I’m—”

  “Bullshit!” His jaw flexed. “Can you cut the crap just this once?”

  What was his damn problem? “My body might, kind of, want you but my mind…” She huffed out a breath. “I don’t think…” She stopped talking when he stepped to the side. The exit beckoned but she stayed right where she was.

  Lance shrugged his big shoulders. He pulled his pants up but left them undone. His…cock…looked bigger jutting out from his jeans. “I’m not going to try and talk you into anything. Not my style. Know that you will regret it if you leave.” Spoken so matter-of-fact.

  She wanted to tell him that he was wrong but she knew he would see right through it. She finally sighed. “You are such an asshole.”

  “I know.” He pu
t his hands on her hips and squeezed lightly. “That’s what makes this all okay.”

  Her resistance was gone. “I never met anyone that I hated before. Disliked intensely…a couple of times…hated?” She looked at him, a bit hollow but turned on. He did that to her, despite it all, and she hated that most about him. She’d wanted a relationship, not meaningless sex. “You might just be the first.” She unclasped her shorts and stepped out of them, taking her panties with.

  “Lucky me. Lose the shirt as well.” He lifted the material and she raised her hands so that he could get it over her head.

  His eyes stayed on hers as he cupped her breasts, raking his thumbs over her nipples a couple of times. Who would have thought that the feeling of cotton against her pebbled flesh could feel so darned good? She had to try not to arch into his touch. A moan hovered on the edge of her lips.

  Bastard.

  Her nipples tightened. Lance gave them a light pinch and she made a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan. He smirked.

  It irritated the hell out of her that her body reacted like this to him. Why him? She’d had her boobs fondled before but it had never felt like this. Not even close.

  “You promised to fuck me. This is taking far too long.” She tried to sound as bored as possible which was hard with his hands on her.

  Lance smiled, his gaze finally dropped to her chest as he reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one casual flick of the thumb.

  Amber actually felt her boobs spill out of the cups. His pupils dilated and he snarled. “Christ.” His hands cupped her again. “It’s not every day that a male gets to touch perfection. I think I died and went to tit heaven.” He pinched her nipples. “Juicy, plump…fuck.”

  His cock seemed to grow even bigger, twitching as he cupped her and squeezed.

  At this rate she was going to come and just from having her boobs touched and by an asshole no less. Just to think of what something like that would do to his already overinflated ego. No way would she allow that to happen. Whereas, with her previous partners, she had known that an orgasm was not going to happen, with Lance, she knew it was a given. There was no way she was going to go easily, not if she had anything to say about it. She would make him work for it.