Destined for Harmony by Leia Shaw Page A

“I’m going home. We probably missed dinner. I don’t even know what time it is.”
    “I’ll walk you.”
    They stared at each other a moment. Her nipples still felt hard and achy against her cotton bra. Her thighs wanted to clench together to ease the desperate feeling between her legs. She whimpered.
    Sorin laughed then strode toward her. He placed a hand firmly between her legs. She gasped.
    At her ear, he whispered harshly, “You want that taken care of, you know where to find me.”
    He circled her clit once…twice…she leaned in, almost fell to the ground her knees were so weak. Then he drew away.
    No! she almost yelled but remembered where she was. The pack could probably smell her arousal even now. She’d always felt bad for the wolves in the mating dance. It was a frustrating and embarrassing time. Sorin strutted around camp, prideful, but she just wanted to hide in a hole somewhere until it was over.
    If she accepted his mating, they would make love and he would empty inside her. The mating dance would be over and their hormones would go back to normal. That meant she had to get on the pill. Just because nature wanted her to reproduce, didn’t mean she had to let it happen.
    Sorin stepped back and raked his gaze over her. “You’re so fucking hot. Your clothes disheveled. Her hair tousled.” He focused in on her neck. “Wearing my marks. It’s damn sexy.”
    Mmmm . Couldn’t he finish her now? She gave her head a shake. Focus! Camp was only a few yards away. An exhibitionist, she was not.
    With a sigh, she gestured toward the lights. “Let’s go.” Before I lose my goddamn mind.

Chapter 7
    Sorin stormed into the Ranger Station for the weekly council meeting at precisely nine PM. “Has anyone heard from Cristian?”
    All conversation stopped. Ten pair of eyes looked up at him, standing at the head of the table, his palm splayed on the hard wood.
    Mathias raised his brows and stared at where Sorin’s hand had slammed on the table.
    He lifted his hand and examined the wood . A small crack split the mahogany. Whoops. Admittedly, he’d been a little tense since yesterday. He hadn’t touched Harmony since the night before and his body yearned to complete their mating. Having her away from him, even across camp, was difficult.
    “Sorry,” he said, fisting his hand.
    A few of the guys chuckled then dropped their gazes when he glared at them.
    Mathias smiled warmly. “Sit down, Sorin. Relax.”
    He nodded then exhaled a breath. If anyone knew what this was like, it was Mathias. His mate had made him jump through so many hoops when they’d dated. At the time Sorin had laughed and vowed never to let his woman have that much control over him. But now…
    Now he should give the man a sympathetic hug and apology. Sorin’s little blonde she-devil was giving him the blue-balls of a lifetime. Not to mention making his wolf go crazy. It paced and stirred just beneath the surface.
    “ Cristian called this morning,” Mathias said. “He’s following a lead to catch a...” he looked at his phone, “Silver Slayer? Has anyone heard of him?”
    “Yeah.” Jackson flicked a hand up. “A werewolf serial killer from the south. He supposedly targets kids.”
    “Fucking bast ard,” someone murmured. Others voiced their agreement.
    Sorin nodded. “Cristian’s on it. You know the guy’s a goner.” He looked around at the men in the room – lives he was in charge of protecting. “We’ve got problems here to focus on. There’s a coven close. Marcus found three new bodies drained this week.”
    “Three?” a younger member said. “Shit.”
    “Do we have any leads on their location?” Mathias asked.
    Sorin started to answer that they didn’t when the door slammed open. Paul walked in, covered in blood. “I know where they are,” he said breathlessly.
    Sorin rushed to his side, along with Rafe, the pack doctor.
    Paul put out a hand. “I’m fine. It’s not my blood.”
    He reeked of vampire, but