Destined for Harmony

by Leia Shaw

  “Fuck? Yes.”

  In the dimness of the night, he couldn’t tell if she was blushing or not, but he imagined she was.

  “Are you going to…tie me up again?”

  Her audible gulp made him grin. “Did you like that?”

  “It was okay.” She shrugged nonchalantly, but he wasn’t fooled.

  With an arm wrapped around her waist, he pulled her behind the closest cabin, into a shadowy spot where no one could see.

  She yelped when he threw her up against the wall.

  “This,” he shoved his hand down the front of her jeans, “tells me it was more than just okay.” As he’d expected, her underwear was wet.

  She moaned and buried her head in his neck.

  He pressed on her clit and held her there. Her weight fell on his shoulders.

  “Sorin,” she rasped. “Please.”

  His cock twitched at the sound of his name on her lips, especially with her voice so needy. She was a lusty thing. This pleased him. He removed his hand before he lost control and fucked her up against the cabin. He wasn’t even sure whose cabin it was.

  “I won’t tie you up, love,” he said, placing little kisses on her neck. “As long as you behave.”

  That brought his feisty demoness back. She snorted and adjusted her jeans. “Behave my ass.”

  “Your ass will behave if it wants to stay out of trouble.” To send the message home, he gave that ass a hard squeeze.

  She squeaked, which sent his inner predator into overdrive. When she gazed up at him, worrying her bottom lip, he growled. He wanted to tell her to run – to chase her down like the delicious prey she was. But he hadn’t been able to get one specific idea out of his head in two days.

  Grinning down at her nervous expression, he teased, “You look worried. Don’t tell me Harmony, Vampire Slayer is afraid of staying overnight with her mate?”

  She scowled up at him. The little wrinkle in her forehead, her pouty bottom lip…he finally snapped. With a grunt, he shoved his shoulder into her belly and flipped her up over his back.

  She squealed as she hung upside down off his shoulder. “Sorin!”

  He marched toward his cabin, his prize in tow.

  “Sorin! Put me down!”

  Grinning, he gave her a playful smack. “Quiet, love, or all of camp will come out here to see your fine ass on display, knowing what we’re about to do.”

  Miraculously, she shut up. And he didn’t hear a single peep all the way to the cabin. Inside, he set her on her feet. Her face was beet red and she was still scowling at him.

  With a hand on the back of her neck, he tugged her up on her toes and kissed her deeply. Her soft lips followed his movement, sucking and nipping at him. He pulled away and let out a big breath. Gods, that mouth could bring a man to his knees. Speaking of knees…

  He led her next to the bed and placed a pillow on the floor.

  “You know where I want that pretty mouth,” he told her, hand on her neck again.

  Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, she nodded.

  He pushed gently – a small hint – and she sunk down to her knees.

  ***

  Harmony had never given a blow job before. For some irritating reason, she was desperate to please him. He stared down at her – all dominance. It burned between her legs. She almost wished he’d fucked her up against the cabin a few minutes ago. At least she wouldn’t be so frustrated right now.

  When she hesitated, he stroked his fingertips over her cheek. Warmth and tenderness poured out of him. “Come on, love. You can do it.”

  Slowly, she reached up and undid his button then zipper. His cock tented his plaid boxers. She froze.

  “Take it out,” he ordered.

  She obeyed. His erection was overwhelming from this angle. That thing was inside her? It would never fit in her mouth. Just when she was about to tell him this, a hand fisted tight in her hair.

  “Ouch!”

  “Open.”

  The twinge of pain and stern command sent her heart racing. Her stomach fluttered and a need so deep she could feel it from between her legs all the way to her heart demanded he come inside her. She wanted to beg him to fuck her, but he gave her hair another tug and she dutifully opened her mouth.

  He fed her his cock. It filled her mouth but wasn’t unpleasant. She started by running her tongue over the underside. When he grunted and jerked, she felt a twinge of pride. She watched his face as she licked and sucked. He held her gaze then when she took him deeper, his eyes rolled back and he groaned.

  “Fuck, woman,” he rasped.

  Abruptly he pulled away. Had she done something wrong? She frowned up at him.

  He chuckled. “No, love. You were perfect. But I want to come inside you.”

  Yes! Her inner wolf couldn’t have been more satisfied. But reason was quick to return. “No! I’m not on the pill.”

  Sorin took her by the arm and lifted her to her feet. “Fuck the pill. I’ll get the doctor in here now to give you one.”

  “That’s not how it works.”

  Looking up at the ceiling, he let out an agonizing sigh. “I know.” He lowered his jeans and stepped out of them but pulled his boxers back up over his cock.

  Were they not going to make love now?

  “Strip and get on the bed while I hunt down a condom,” he told her.

  Though she was starting to find his orders unbelievably sexy, she couldn’t let him control her that easily. She was a warrior, not his little woman.

  Hand on her hip, she asked, “Any specific position, your majesty?”

  He quirked a brow at her tone. “Now that you mention it, on your knees, ass in the air.”

  “Fuck you.”

  In three steps, he was inches from her. “Patience, love.” He smirked. “We’ll get to that.” Before she could reply, he spun her around and gave her ass a slap. “On the bed!”

  He was impossible! With an irritated grunt, she obeyed. The saying “flirting with the devil” came to mind.

  Her devil rustled through a drawer before pulling out a condom and holding it up with a grin.

  She smiled back. “Good. Now hurry up! I need you.”

  He strode toward her, cocky look on his face. “Oh yeah? How much?”

  She already knew he liked to tease her, making her hold out for as long as possible, but she could be a tease too. It was time to turn the tables.

  With her best seductive smile, she trailed her finger down her chest, between her breasts, continuing slowly to her belly. He watched, transfixed as she circled her bellybutton then moved lower. Between her lips, her clit was swollen. She stroked herself, moaning at the sensation. She’d make herself come any second.

  A growl tore through the cabin, startling her. “No. Don’t you make yourself come. That’s my job.”

  A second later, he was on top of her, her hands trapped between them. Messy kisses and nips along her neck made her giggle and squirm. His wet lips latched onto her nipple and sucked, hard.

  She arched her back. “Sorin!”

  He did the same to the other until each one ached. Then he sat up, straddling her hips. “Stay.”

  She whimpered when he rose from the bed. Was he going to make her wait like last time? She brought her hand down to touch herself while he shed his boxers.

  He tsked when she found her aching clit. “Uh, uh. Bad girl.”

  “Sorin,” she whined when he grabbed her hand and gave it a little slap.

  “You touch here,” he told her then placed her hand on his cock. She stroked it and he rocked against her.

  “Mmmm.” With her other hand, she grabbed his ass and yanked him closer so his erection ground up against her clit.

  He gave an exasperated sigh then removed her hand from around him. “Greedy girl.”

  A moment later, she was on her stomach. He maneuvered her far too easily. Strong hands stroked firmly down her back followed by soft kisses on her spine. She moaned and melted into the mattress. But she didn’t
want gentle now. She wanted rough and demanding. A good hard fuck.

  She tried to turn back over but he pinned her with a hand on her back. The crinkle of the condom wrapper sounded behind her. Finally!

  He hissed in a breath and she guessed he’d rolled it on.

  “Come on.” She gave a little wiggle.

  “Beg.”

  She turned her head to look at him. “What? No!”

  “Beg me, little girl, or you get nothing.”

  She wanted to smack him. “Fuck me! That’s the best you get. Now do it.”

  His evil laugh made her grunt impatiently. “You’re lucky you’re so fucking hot.” Teeth clamped onto her ass cheek and she squealed.

  He gripped her hips, yanked her to her knees and shoved into her. The suddenness shocked her and she cried out. The little sting of the quick entrance turned to pleasure by the second or third stroke.

  Using his knees, he shoved her legs apart and she sunk down while he pushed all the way up inside her. She screamed when he hit her g-spot. He held it there for a moment, and she breathed hard while trying to adjust to the intense sensation.

  The feeling died when he pulled out. She felt his hand reach around her hips and he parted her folds. Her breath caught in her throat then she moaned when he stroked her clit. Arching back, she yearned for his cock. Then he slapped her mound once…twice… She gasped and jerked but he held her still with his arm wrapped around her waist.

  She squirmed, trying to position his erection back at her entrance.

  “Be still,” he growled and she did.

  He waited for what felt like eternity before pushing back into her. Deep inside, he hit that spot again then moved back. Forward then back, he teased her g-spot until she was so close to orgasm, she started pleading.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Please, please.”

  His rhythm increased as he pumped into her over and over. The feeling grew, heightened with each slap of his balls on her mound. She gritted her teeth, waiting to go over the edge. A sharp nip to the side of her neck sent her flying over as waves of pleasure crashed into her, making her body buck against his.

  Sorin moaned loudly and she felt him pulse inside her then rest his weight on her back. She toppled over, weak and shaking. He collapsed beside her, panting.

  After a few moments, Sorin yanked the blankets up over them and pulled her into his arms. She hadn’t realized she was covered in sweat and shivering until she was nuzzled into his warm chest.

  “Fuck, woman.” He kissed her temple. “You’re gonna wear me out once you move in.”

  Her mind was so hazy she almost nodded in agreement. But she recovered her senses quickly. Move in? Wasn’t he supposed to ask first? She sighed. Wasn’t this just like him? Assuming bastard.

  “I’m not moving in,” she said.

  He had the nerve to cover her mouth with his hand. “Don’t argue with me now, love. I’m enjoying the moment. There’s plenty of time for me to convince you later.”

  When he moved his hand, she found herself smiling. His intentions were good even though he didn’t always go about them smoothly. And though he had trouble showing his feelings, she knew that deep down inside, he was beginning to love her.

  He stroked his hand softly up and down her arm as they stared silently at the ceiling. Maybe he was a cocky, overbearing, barbaric werewolf, but she was beginning to love him too.

  Chapter 8

  Harmony watched the men as they prepared for the battle with the vampire coven. She was under strict orders to stay in camp with promises of more love pats if she didn’t.

  For three days, Sorin had been trying to convince her to move into his cabin. Telling him she wasn’t ready would only last so long, especially when she’d spent the last three nights there, only returning to her cabin for fresh clothes and a toothbrush. Something about packing all of her belongings and filling his cabin with her things – finding space in his closet, sharing a bathroom – it just felt so…committed.

  That morning, he’d kissed her fiercely, reminded her to stay in camp then left with the other warriors. Finally alone, she made her way to her cabin where Darla and Monica waited to grill her about Sorin. She hadn’t had girlfriends growing up so sharing about her passionate nights was a novel idea. Some advice wouldn’t hurt either.

  Before she made it up the cabin steps, Darla burst out of the room and shoved a cell phone under her nose. “Is this phone from the vampire you killed last week?”

  It looked familiar. “I think so. Why?”

  “Look at the text!”

  Harmony took the phone and read the words on the screen.

  Wolf howl. 10am. NV coven here.

  Nevada coven? It took a minute for her to decipher it.

  “Shit,” she hissed out loud. The Montana coven knew about the attack. And they had reinforcements.

  “It’s an ambush!” Darla cried.

  Harmony didn’t hesitate to bark orders. “Mathias stayed behind to protect the pack. Find him. I’m going to warn Sorin.”

  It wouldn’t help anyone to panic. Though her heart pounded in her ears, she kept a clear head and formed a plan. She ran to the ranger station, ignored the werewolf on duty and grabbed a set of keys to one of the ranger jeeps. Tires squealed as she peeled out of the parking lot and sped down the road heading to the Montana border. She dialed Sorin’s cell but voicemail picked up right away.

  Fuck. If their cell phones were off, it meant they were either close to their destination or already in combat.

  She was glad she’d snuck a peek at their mission plan and knew where the coven was. The normally hour-long trip took her forty minutes. She parked behind the three identical ranger jeeps on the side of a lonely dirt road.

  As soon as she jumped outside the vehicle, the scent hit her. Blood. And Sorin.

  ***

  They’d been ambushed. Sorin didn’t know how it’d happened, but they were hugely outnumbered. The Victorian-style house sat in the isolated backwoods of some nameless town. Well, he’d name it now. We’re-fucked-ville.

  It was ten fifteen in the morning – he knew because they’d planned to sneak into the house and slaughter each vampire as they slept. But they’d been prepared. Somehow they’d known the pack was coming.

  At least two dozen vampires crawled out of the house in full daylight. Someone had given them a potion to withstand the sun. Oh, joy.

  Tomas barked instructions to the team. They huddled together, surrounded on all sides but ready to fight as they protecting each other’s backs. He steadied his hand on the sword at his side. The vampires charged and Sorin fought hard, letting years of grief for his dying wolves fuel him.

  The next twenty minutes were a blur of battle cries, tearing flesh, and splattering blood. The stench of death tainted the air. Vampires, like werewolves, could only be killed by beheading, which made for a messy fight.

  A fist hit him square in the jaw and his neck snapped to the side with an audible sound. He shook the dizziness away and faced his opponent.

  But a familiar scent hit the air and he froze. Harmony?

  He must’ve been hit harder than he thought.

  The scent hit him again, stronger than before. His gaze darted around the battlefield, which was nothing more than a blood-soaked front yard. Panic welled in his chest.

  Please, God, tell me I have a concussion.

  Then he saw her. She fought alongside his men, dodging and striking a male vampire that looked ready to tear her apart.

  What the fuck was she doing here? Anger flooded his veins and a growl tore from his throat. Without undressing he shifted to his half-man, half-wolf form, growing at least four inches taller. Hands turned into razor sharp claws, three inch long canines ripped through his gums as his jaw doubled in size. Muscles bulged and thick fur covered his body. Crouched on all fours he spanned the distance between them in one leap, slicing through the vampire’s neck as he landed.

  He spun to face Harmony, his thoughts a mixture
of rage and fear. Her eyes widened and she took a step back. He growled and glared to convey his displeasure. With a sharp nod, he gestured up the driveway.

  Get your ass out of here, he said with his eyes. God help her if she didn’t obey him now.

  ***

  Harmony stared at the towering beast before her. She’d seen men in their warrior forms but never so close, and never so angry. Though she knew he wouldn’t hurt her…

  He bared his teeth with a fierce snarl. She gulped. He wouldn’t hurt her, right?

  His message was clear – get the fuck out of here. But they were still outnumbered.

  “I can help,” she insisted, shamed by her shaky voice.

  A vampire lunged from her left. Before she could react, Sorin jumped in the way and ripped its head off. Blood sprayed straight up into the air.

  An army of footsteps came from behind her and she spun around. Mathias sprinted down the dirt road with at least twenty men behind him, several already shifting to their crinos form. She breathed a sigh of relief.

  Sorin grunted and jerked his head up the road again. Now that the numbers were even, she could give him peace of mind and go to safety.

  She nodded, turned away and jogged up the road. If only she could explained why she was there. This was so like her – getting in trouble for trying to do the right thing. Maybe once he calmed down, he’d listen to reason. As for promises of punishment, she wasn’t sure if she feared them or looked forward to them.

  As she reached the end of the driveway, her mind was already wandering down paths it shouldn’t have gone. She barely registered the pale body that appeared in front of her. The vampire stared at her smugly. She pivoted to run the other way when something hard clamped onto her upper arm.

  A scream tore through her. It felt like thousands of needles were pricking her skin. Two vampires closed in on each side of her. She went to shift…

  Nothing happened. The vampires each took an arm and started dragging her toward a black car a short distance away. In a panic, she dug her heels in. She tried to shift again but it didn’t work. It was like something was blocking her.