Harmony's Way by Lora Leigh Page A

Coyotes swore there was no identifying scent. Does everyone have a scent to the Breeds?”
    “Yes.” She nodded slowly. “Everyone has a scent.”
    “Is it unique, or can it be disguised by perfumes and whatnot?”
    “It’s unique,” she answered carefully, watching him warily.
    She knew where this was going and was helpless to prevent it.
    “So, why would the two men who saved your butt have no scent?” He frowned as he laid the remote on the floor and scratched, rather absently, at the hard, well-muscled flesh of his abdomen.
    The movement lifted his T-shirt, flashing the dark tough skin before he allowed his hand to rest there. Harmony fought to drag in enough oxygen to make her brain work again.
    Dammit, she was a cold-blooded assassin, not his sex kitten. But at the moment, the sex kitten was definitely making itself known.
    “I’m not certain.” She really didn’t understand the process, so she wasn’t technically lying to him. Right?
    “But you have an idea?”
    Harmony stared back at him suspiciously.
    “Why all the questions? What does this have to do with the fact that a mate is a weakness and I’m not willing to play the sex kitten for you?”
    “Sex kitten?” Wicked amusement lit his eyes then. “I hadn’t thought of that one, but I like the idea. I like it a whole lot.”
    “You are not making sense.” She held her hand up to halt the words his lips were parting for. “These myriad little subjects of yours are not going together well, Lance.”
    “Hey, you brought up the sex kitten thing, not me. It just happened to interest me, that’s all. Tell me.” His brows lifted then lowered suggestively. “How does a Breed sex kitten do it?”
    “With claws?” she suggested in irritation.
    His lips pursed as his eyes gleamed with playful lust.
    “I like claws,” he whispered as he raised his hand to rub absently at his shoulder, the area next to his neck. The exact area where she had bit him. “You could come over here and show me how it’s done.”
    She actually moved to go to him. Harmony stared down at her feet in alarm when she took that first step; then she stopped and glared back at him furiously.
    She hissed.
    Without thought, without realizing the sound was moving through her chest, she really hissed. She had never hissed in her life. Not the catlike, growling hiss that came out of her mouth now.
    She stared back at Lance in shock.
    “Keep that up and you’re going to make me come.” His voice had lowered, thickening with arousal as his eyes gleamed with heated hunger.
    “You are insane.”
    “I’m so fucking horny I’m about to come in my jeans just listening to you hiss.” He grunted in irritation. “Insanity is probably closer than you think it is.”
    The pain of her arousal before the doctor had begun the hormone treatments had been horrible. Did he suffer too? She frowned, drawing in the scent of the room deeper than she had allowed herself to this point.
    The smell of male arousal was intoxicating and thick. It permeated her senses, rushed through her brain, and sent her heartbeat to a thundering speed as she felt her mouth fill again with that strangely sweet taste.
    “Does it hurt?” she whispered, fearing the answer. Knowing the answer.
    “No, baby, it doesn’t hurt.” Lance sighed heavily. “It’s just aggravating as hell.”
    And he was lying. Why was he lying when telling the truth could guilt her into giving him what he wanted? He could have easily played the wronged male and had her in his bed hours ago.
    “Then why aren’t you moving?” she asked him then. “You’ve been in that same position for more than an hour. Sit up.”
    She could see his erection outlined by his jeans, pressing hard against the material.
    “I think I’ll just lie right here for a while.” He chuckled instead. “Did I mention I’m a little low on rest myself?”
    He hadn’t slept in two days, not enough to matter. He had watched over her, protected her when she