Harmony's Way (Breeds #8)

He looked so sincere. His eyes darkening, his expression pulled into lines of worry and concern. As though he cared.

"Why?" She couldn't stop the question from passing her lips even as the heat of his body poured through her palm. "Why do you care, Lance? I kill…" He shook his head slowly. "What the child was forced to do is not her fault," he whispered. "What the woman has done to survive, and then to wreak vengeance, can be forgiven. It's where you go from this point that matters. Learning the difference between what is just and what is justice could mean the difference in your freedom or your own death. But what's between us goes deeper than life or death."

"It's a chemical reaction," she snapped, attempting to jerk her hand back. His hand gripped hers, forced it to flatten against his chest once again as his gaze turned fierce.

"How many one-night stands have you had, Harmony? How many men have you picked up in bars and spent the night fucking?"

"Stop!"

"Answer me. Or should I answer it for you? None." His voice lashed at her as his anger, lust and need seemed to lie in the very air around her. "You've never done it before. Why?"

"It's none of your business."

"Why, Harmony?" His voice rose, trapping her in place as effectively as his hand trapped hers against his chest. His arm had come down from the pillow behind him as his free hand shackled her other wrist, keeping her in place. "Answer me."

"I didn't want to."

"The truth, damn you!"

"Because their touch didn't matter." She tore away from him then, the memory of her first night with a man, a man she trusted, lashing at her brain.

She had forced herself to go through with it, forced herself into an intimacy she knew she didn't want. Dane was her friend; he had helped her, had given her a place of safety to hide. His touch hadn't sickened her, but neither had it heated her, drawn her.

"My touch mattered then." There was no smugness in his voice as she heard him rising to his feet. "Just as your touch matters to me, Harmony. You matter to me. Hiding isn't going to help you, or me. If your enemies find out you were here, whether you've been gone a week or two years, they'll find me."

Harmony stared back at him, her breathing rough as fear began to race through her mind. He was right. It wouldn't matter; the Coyotes and Council soldiers still stalking her wouldn't care. They would strike for the hell of it.

"Run now, Harmony." He waved his hand toward the door as she turned back to him.

"There's the fucking door. Do you think it's going to make a difference?"

"Why are you doing this?" she cried out desperately, her fists clenching at her sides.

"Why can't you let it go? Let me go?"

"Because you fucking belong to me!" he yelled back, his voice furious, his blue eyes blazing. "Mine, by God, just as much as I belong to you. Deny it. Go ahead, Harmony, look me in the eye and deny it."

"Where do you get these insane ideas?" she screamed back, pushing her hands through her hair as frustration began to tear through her. Frustration and anger. "Why are you doing this?"

"You want to know why? Why?" he snarled. "Try this, Harmony." Before she could fight him, his arms were around her; one hand clasped her head, the other wrapped around her back as his head lowered. His lips, heated and possessive, covered hers as his tongue swept possessively into her mouth.

The glands along the underside of her tongue flared to life, spilling the sweet taste of arousal. Lifting her arms, she twined them around his neck, as desperate to be close to him as he was to pull her against him. Desire raced through her nervous system as her objections, her fears, were swept away.

Lance devoured her, took her kiss and gave in its return a pleasure that should never be so intense, so fiery from such a simple caress.

Tongues dueled, battled, as moans began to fill the silence of the room. Harmony strained against him, feeling his erection grinding against her lower stomach, fueling the heat building in her vagina.

This was perfect. His kiss was perfect. His lips matched hers, his tongue stroked hers in a caress too heated to deny. As though every cell of his body, every breath, every touch had been created just for her. At each point that their bodies touched, his heat sank into her, warmed her, bound her.

"No. Dammit. I won't take you like this."

Before Harmony could protest, Lance broke the kiss and set her carefully away from him. His hands swiped through his hair as his expression tautened with the effort at maintaining his control.

"What? What did I do?" Harmony shook her head in confusion.

"I won't take this choice from you," he growled, grimacing painfully. "I won't take anything from you by force, Harmony. If you want me now, then you have to come to me."

Lance shook his head, his frustration evident on his face as he propped his hands on his lean hips, lowered his head and shook it slowly. When he lifted his head once again, a wry smile crossed his lips.

"I'm going to bed, baby." He sighed. "I need some rest. We have to go to work tomorrow morning. I'll see you in the morning."

He leaned down, kissed her cheek gently then walked away. Harmony stared at him in shock as he just walked away.

Her hand lifted to her cheek as she turned and stared at the doorway he'd disappeared through. Why had he done that? He could have had her. He was obviously painfully aroused, hungry, why walk away when he could have what would ease him?

God, he made no sense.

She growled in frustration then grimaced at the animalistic sound. Damn him, she was starting to sound like Jonas now.

"Men!" She stomped to the kitchen, certain she had seen ice cream somewhere in that huge freezer he kept in the pantry. Aggravation like this definitely called for ice cream.

CHAPTER 8

He was trying to protect her.

Several hours later Harmony stood at the open bedroom door staring into the room and watching as Lance slept. The blankets were kicked back from his long, muscular body, the dim light from the hallway shadowing his form.

Nothing could shadow his erection rising from between his thighs.

Harmony inhaled slowly as she dipped her spoon into the pint of butter pecan ice cream she had tried to stay away from. She brought the frozen confection to her lips. It eased the swelling in the glands beneath her tongue, stilled the hormone wanting to spill from them, but it did nothing to ease her arousal.

As she paced the house over the hours, she had assured herself she had to be imagining things. She protected others; she wasn't used to being protected. She licked the spoon as Lance shifted on the bed, his legs spreading, the fingers of one hand curling around the width of his cock for a second before a frustrated groan left his lips. His hand fell back to the bed.

The spoon dipped into the carton again, bringing back another spoonful of sweetness to her lips. She let the icy flavor melt in her mouth as she watched him. As tasty as the ice cream was, she knew it was nothing compared to the taste of the man attempting to sleep through his arousal.

Her lips quirked into a smile. There was one thing she could do for him. She remembered once, several years past, when she had watched a very naughty movie. Just out of curiosity. The movie involved a very vampish female, an aroused male and ice cream.

Lance was very sexual. A sexual creature with the experience to please any female. Her experience was lacking, but she knew he enjoyed her touch. Would he enjoy ice cream?

She licked her lips as she moved, dipping the spoon into the ice cream again as she placed her knees on the bed and moved into position.

Lance came awake awash in pleasure. A chilly, sensual, exquisite pleasure that had his balls tightening and his body rearing as his hands reached out to hold the pleasure in place, to keep it from retreating.

"Stay. Or I stop." Harmony's voice was silky smooth, dark and aroused. He watched as her mouth rose from the aching length of his erection. She lifted a pint of ice cream from the bed beside her, dipped the spoon in and brought a healthy chunk to her lips. Lance tightened, watched, waited. Her head lowered as one hand gripped the base of his cock and tucked it at her lips. Then she flowed over it.

"Oh fuck!" His hips arched from the bed as she began to suckle at his flesh with greedy hunger.

The cold cream washed over his cock, sending a riot of icy sensations to attack his overheated flesh. Her tongue flickered over the violently aroused flesh, stroking and caressing as her mouth suckled at the engorged head.

Lance fisted his fingers in the sheet beneath him, his hips arching, his head grinding into the mattress as ice and flames battled, dragging a tortured groan from his throat as he felt sweat begin to bathe his body.

Son of a bitch, this was good. So fucking good he wondered if he would survive it. He fought to stay still, to keep his hands at his sides and to let Harmony choose. Oh hell, if she didn't hurry and choose to let him fucking come then he was going to have a stroke.

"Harmony." Fuck, he was panting. "Baby. Hell." She was teasing him again. Her tongue licked around the engorged head before she sucked it deep into her mouth again, her tongue working on the underside like a silken flame.

She moaned around the swollen crest. The vibration of the sound nearly sent rockets exploding in his brain. Clawing fingers of sensation gripped every vertebrae of his spine and tautened every muscle in his body.

He blinked, trying to clear his vision as he felt his cock swelling. Son of a bitch, as though it weren't swollen enough. Her hands were stroking the shaft, from the base to where her lips covered, up and down, as she sucked, licked and then moaned again. And he exploded.

The growl that tore from his throat shocked him, as did the exquisite ecstasy that began to race through his balls, up his spine, and struck his skull with resounding force. A second later the feeling of his semen exploding in her mouth sent his mind into complete chaos.

His hips arched as spurt after spurt of semen blasted into her mouth, relieving only the worst of the hunger clawing at his belly. It took the edge off, yet it did little to relieve the stiffness of his erection.

"I hope you know what the hell you've just done." He groaned as his hands reached out for her, gripped her arms and tossed her back on the bed.

He lifted himself up over her, his knees spreading her thighs as she stared up at him with a sultry, heated gaze. Damn, she was sexy. Her eyes were slightly tilted, the brilliant green gleaming up at him as he stared down at her. Her swollen breasts were tipped with hard, cherry nipples. Sweet, sweet nipples.

He lowered his head, drew one into his mouth as a cry tore from her throat and he tucked the head of his cock between the luscious folds of slick, soft flesh.

"Oh yeah," he mumbled at her breast before licking at her nipple again. "Oh, this is good."

He pressed forward slowly, fighting to breathe as he felt the incredibly snug muscles of her vagina grip his dick. Sweet mercy, she was so tight it was all he could do to live through the pleasure.

It was like taking a virgin. Every time. Working his cock slowly inside her, feeling her milk him in, hearing her startled little cries of pleasure.

"Harmony… baby." His hands moved to her hips, holding her still as she arched beneath him. "Hold still, baby. Let me be easy. Let me take you easy."

"Who needs easy?" Her voice was rough, desperate as her hands gripped his hair. He would have chuckled if he could have caught his breath. He was halfway inside her when the muscles of her vagina began to do that thing. Shit. Hell. How was he supposed to keep his control with a thousand tiny fingers working over his cock, pulling him inside her. That was what it felt like. The muscles working against his cock, stroking and sucking at him until he felt as though his head was going to explode from the need to come.

"Baby. I'm trying." He retreated. Pressed. Retreated.