"Yeah, baby, tighten like that. Work my c**k with that sweet pu**y. There you go, sweetheart." His voice was heavy, dazed, the pleasure infusing it, as it infused the shattered cries that escaped her gag.
The hard, steady rhythm began to quicken then. Behind her, Lance's breathing grew ragged, heavy, filling the room with the scent of power and lust as he began to take her with hard, driving strokes. He thrust inside her, holding her firm by her own belt as she felt the world dissolving around her.
She was trembling. Shaking. She couldn't make her legs hold steady, she couldn't fight the vortex swirling within her. Emotion. Sensation. They clashed and burned in her mind and in her body, and she was lost within it.
When her orgasm hit, it destroyed her. She felt her legs weaken, her back arching violently as she strained to scream past the burning, tearing pleasure. It rushed through her like violent forks of lightning, detonating in her womb, convulsing her body as she felt Lance tense behind her.
A second later, he bent over her, his teeth clenching on her shoulder, biting her as she had bitten him, as the first pulse of se**n began to fill her greedy vagina. Hard, desperate pulses of heated warmth that shot to the entrance of her womb, burned with agonizing pleasure and threw her into another desperate, mind-numbing release. She was sensation only. Shuddering in his arms, twisting in his grasp, with the spasms that threw her higher, then exploded in a white-hot haze of ecstasy. Harmony was lost. Death didn't exist. There was only this. This blinding pleasure and the pure sensation, emotion and desperation that whipped through her soul. A distant part of her recognized that the fallen shields, the defenses she had relied on all her life, lay as dust. And Harmony, past and present, collapsed weakly against the arm holding her steady, and gave herself to what nature had intended all along. To her mate.
CHAPTER 5
Harmony was unable to even fix her own clothes. Lance helped her dress, his touch gentle after he released the cuffs and the gag from her mouth.
She avoided his eyes, keeping her head down as tremors shook her body. This wasn't the woman they called Death. The woman who trembled beneath his touch wasn't the killer portrayed in the file Braden had given him.
Lance carried her to the office couch, then fixed his clothes, strode to his desk and picked up the link. Attaching it to his ear, he clicked the inner office link and waited for Lenny to pick up.
"Blanchard." Lenny's voice was quiet as he answered the summons.
"Lenny, I'm slipping out the back entrance and heading home. I'll be there if anything important comes up."
"Gotcha, Sheriff. Everything's pretty quiet for now," Lenny answered. "But Alonzo's been stomping around town again, trying to stir up trouble."
Lance grimaced. H. R. Alonzo had been a thorn in his side since the day Megan had opened her home as a halfway house for the Breeds selected for the National Law Enforcement Induction.
The six men and women were spending the next year at Megan's home, learning tactical maneuvers and command situations from several members of the family who worked in law enforcement. There were a lot of them.
"Keep an eye on him and let me know if the situation begins to heat up." Lance turned as Harmony lay across the couch, her eyes closing. Her face was drawn and pale, exhaustion marking her features as she curled into herself.
"I gotcha, Sheriff. We'll see ya in the morning," Lenny drawled. "And I don't blame you, dealing with that Wyatt dude would wear me out too."
Lance grimaced. Jonas was well known in Broken Butte by now. And not well liked.
"I'm out then. Keep me updated." Lance severed the link before breathing out wearily and smothering his own yawn.
He hadn't slept a wink last night after Harmony left. Hell, he had been in the office before daybreak searching for information on her. He strode across the room and knelt by the couch, gently brushed back the hair that had fallen across her face.
"I have to leave," she whispered, her eyes struggling to open as he stared down at her. His little cat was thrown off balance, shaken. The mating had thrown her into a reality she was ill equipped to deal with.
"Come on, let's take you home and get you to bed, baby." He helped her sit up, before lifting her to her feet. "You won't have much rest before it builds again." He wrapped his arm around her waist as he led her from the office to the back door. Sliding the electronic key through its slot, he waited for the click of the lock before opening the door and moving quickly from the exit.
His Raider was parked in front of the door, so getting her into the passenger seat was accomplished without a problem. She slumped into the comfortable seat, her eyes drowsy, her body nearly boneless.
Lance allowed a grin to quirk at his lips as he buckled her in, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"Go ahead and nap, baby, I'll wake you when we get home."
He brushed the hair back from her face, his fingers lingering against the incredibly soft skin of her cheek as she stared up at him. Exhaustion marked her face, glazed her eyes. How long had it been since she had slept?
"I have someone trailing me," she whispered.
He frowned down at her before scanning the parking lot, knowing instantly what she was talking about.
"Have you identified him?"
She shook her head slowly. "I'm weak," she said then, distress filling her eyes. "I can't be weak, Lance."
"It's okay, baby, I've got your back. You rest, I'll keep an eye out for your tail." She shook her head, drugged with the exhaustion overtaking her.