Harmony's Way

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.

“I don’t need… easy.” Her cry echoed with hunger. “I need it all. Now. Now, Lance.” She arched to him again, her thighs widening, her body straining against him.

And as he had twice before, he lost control. With a ragged groan he pulled back before surging inside her in one hard, long thrust.

Fucking her was so incredibly hot, so much pleasure he swore each time he would never survive it.

“Kiss me, baby.” His hands moved from her hips as he penetrated her to the hilt.

His fingers speared into her hair, clenching into the silky strands as his lips covered hers. The taste he craved was there instantly. Honeysuckle and spice. Ambrosia. He kissed the taste from her lips then drew her tongue into his mouth and suckled more.

God, she was sweet. From head to toe. Every soft pore she possessed, and it was his. She was his.

Holding her to him, he began to move, his hips shifting, drawing back before plunging his cock inside the hot, tight depths of her pussy. He fucked her with desperation, because he was a desperate man. He fucked her with imperative need, because she made him ache, made him long, made each possessive impulse in his soul desperate to bind her to him.

He took her with his body, then he took her with his soul. Deep, driving strokes, and shafted inside her powerfully, satisfaction surging through him as he felt her tighten.

“There you go, baby,” he growled against her lips. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel that sweet pussy exploding around me.”

“Damn you.” Her cry was filled with hunger. “Harder. I need you harder.”

“Harder,” he groaned. “Hell, baby. I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t hurt you.”

It was all he could do to slow his thrusts as much as he was. He wanted to drive into her. But she was still so fucking tight, gripping him with exquisite strength, with tender muscles. He couldn’t hurt her.

“Do it.” She tore her lips from beneath his. “Do it now.”

She set her teeth in his shoulder and she bit him. It wasn’t a delicate little bite. Sharp canines sank into his flesh, sending a spear of heat and pleasure-pain exploding inside his skull.

He took her harder. Holding her beneath him, he drove into her over and over again, until she arched under him, tore her mouth from him and screamed.

As though that sound were the catalyst he needed, Lance felt his balls tighten violently before he exploded inside her.

He came as though he had never come in his life. Violent pulses of semen erupted inside her as he drove into the very depths of her. His body jerked as hers shuddered beneath him. Convulsive spasms tore through them both as the explosions began to ease and then slowly faded away.

Lance lay against her, fighting to breathe for long seconds before he finally collapsed to her side and drew her against his body. The violence of his release had sapped the last remaining strength of his body, and he knew sleep was only seconds away. Peaceful sleep.

He heard the soft call of the winds outside his home, the promise of protection as he surrendered to his need to rest. He didn’t have to worry about protecting Harmony for now. The land would protect them both.

“Sleep now,” he whispered at her ear. “You’re safe.”

“Good night, Lance,” Harmony whispered, allowing him to tuck her closer to his chest as his chin rested against her head.

Here. This was life, he thought as his eyes closed and sleep overtook him. Right here. And the small breeze at his ear whispered its affirmation. This was life.

Harmony dozed through the night, her senses always aware, her sensitive ears picking up each sound outside Lance’s home, listening for any change to the sounds of the night.

When danger neared, the wildlife would pause. It was a part of nature. They would watch and listen to see if the danger was to them or to others. There was no pause, no change in the symphony outside the windows.

That symphony allowed her to find partial rest. To lie against his chest, sheltered in his arms as he slept deeply, helplessly. She protected him as he had protected her. Allowing him the rest he needed before a new day began.

The last three days had been exceptionally hard on them both perhaps. It couldn’t be easy for Lance either. His life had to have been thrown into as much disarray as hers.

As she dozed in his arms, at times she imagined she felt parts of his soul in the heat of his body that soaked into her own. Why he would allow such an intimate part of himself inside a being as dark as herself, she couldn’t fathom.

She didn’t mean to sleep, not really. She had learned the fine art of dozing long ago. But for the first time, Harmony found peace. Cradled within his warmth, her soul rested.