Skin Walkers: Monroe (13 page)

A tremor coursed through Eden’s body at the images that came to mind
and her knees nearly gave way.  Why did her head suddenly feel fuzzy with a sense of euphoria?

“
Is it true Eden?  Do you
need
to be tamed sexually?”

“N-no!”

He released her hair and circled her slowly to stand at her back while excitement and anticipation kept her immobile.  From behind, two strong hands rounded over her shoulders and his hands flattened to slide down the front of her blouse, skimming her peaked nipples.

Not wanting to show any emotion, Eden bit her lip to keep from moaning at the erotic sensation of his hands on her.
  Behind her, he inhaled loudly and growled, the vibrations rumbling against her back.  He pushed closer, his erection pressing into the material of her skirt and pushing it between her cheeks.

“Do you
want
to be tamed sexually?”

“No.” Her denial came out on a soft moan as her head rolled back and to the side allowing him to plant his lips at the bend at her shoulder.

“Do you know what happens to little girls that tell lies?”

Her response was to lean back into him further as his hands slowly undid the buttons of her blouse.

“They get punished,” he supplied as he trailed kisses up the satiny column of her throat.  He smiled against her warm flesh when he felt her tremble.  He finished unbuttoning her blouse and stepped back, taking his warm strength with him.

Eden’s eyes snapped open
and she blanched, appalled at her own reaction. 

Monroe crossed from behind her to sit naked on the edge of his bed.

“Undress.”

Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse and started re-buttoning her shirt.

“Stop,” he commanded and her hands froze as her eyes met his.  “Angel, I’m trying to give you the chance to be a good girl, but you keep defying me.”  He tilted his head mockingly, “You lied when you said you didn’t want to be tamed, didn’t you?  Your behavior tells me you want to be punished.”

“Y
-you won’t hurt me.”

“Of course I won’t.
” His eyes softened for a moment.  “My punishment for you will never be about pain, angel, only pleasure.”  He turned serious.  “One way or the other, I am going to fuck you tonight, Eden StCloud.  You just need to decide if it’s going to be slow and easy, or fast and hard.  Do you want me to strip you bare, lay you on this bed and caress your body, licking you to pinnacle before I slide my dick into you so slowly that you’ll beg me to fuck you harder?  Or do you want it rough from the go?  I’ll gladly shred your pretty little outfit, lift you off the floor and impale you where you stand.  Your nails will mark my skin so as to show that you’ve claimed me as yours, and I’ll fuck you so hard and deep that you’ll scream my name until you can scream no more.”

Her knees went weak and she had to fight to stay on her feet.

“Undress!”

She
bit her lip and glanced at the door.

“Run,” he warned, “and I’ll bend you over my desk and take you slow and easy.”  His smile was wicked.  “I think about fucking that sweet ass more than you’ll ever know.”

Eden debated for long moments before finally lifting shaky fingers to undo the few buttons she’d refastened.  Slender fingers reached up and she jerked her shirt off.

“Slowly!” Monroe demanded

She wanted to glare at him but was afraid to meet his eyes.  She was cursing herself for the stupid outfit and her damned need for him to see her as sexy.  Look what it had gotten her!
  She’d elicited a reaction and she’d gotten one.  Only he was much more savagely erotic than any of her fantasies about him had ever been.  He wasn’t all that she’d hoped for and he wasn’t as sexually demanding as she’d envisioned while she’d touched herself alone at night.  He was more!

For the past few
weeks, he’d been all she’d thought about and he haunted her dreams.  She relived that moment on the stairs a thousand times and it had reappeared in her dreams, only when it did, the Monroe there didn’t threaten her.  He’d jerked her pants down and fucked here then and there for all the Sentries to see and she’d relished every second of it.  On more than one occasion, she’d actually woken up as orgasm shuttled through her.  Her need for him had driven her to make the poor decision to approach him dressed like a sexy little siren. 
Damn!

She dropped her blouse on the floor and unzipped
the side of her skirt before looping her fingers in the sides and inching down.  When she got only an inch or two Monroe stopped her.

“Panties too,” he demanded.

Her head snapped up as she bit out, “I won’t be your sex slave, Monroe!”

“
Of course you will,” there was no smile.  He wasn’t toying with her.  He was letting her know her boundaries and that he refused to compromise.  “You’ll be whatever I ask you to be.  Whatever I need you to be.” 

He
was pushing her, challenging her, he knew it, but it had to be done.  He had to know how far she was willing to go.  He had to know if she could be what he needed and desired most of all. He knew beyond all certainty that the kernels of surrender existed deep within her.  He’d seen it when she’d lied to protect the children, she wanted help with them, but it was more than that.  The heat he’d seen in her eyes when he’d had her pinned to the wall made him a believer.  She needed a mate to lean on, a mate to help shoulder her burdens, but what she needed—even if she wouldn’t admit it herself—was a mate that would allow her to be what she wanted to be sexually…dominated!  All Monroe had to do was produce enough heat and that kernel of submission would burst inside her and she’d know what she’d been missing all along.  Him! 

“It’s not degrading to be my whore, angel. 
To do my bidding and to do it on demand while on your knees, and begging for it, is sweet submission.  It’s what the mate of a Dominant must be.  I’m an animal after all,” he growled the words, shifting partially to lend an animalistic rumble to his tone.  “You need to surrender to be mine.  You need to crawl on that bed on your hands and knees, plant yourself on all fours, and spread your sex wide so that this Alpha can mount you and show you why he’s the leader, the dominant, the one who will be obeyed.”

Eden flicked her gaze to the bed and clamped her legs tighter together, lest he see the
proof of her arousal now sliding down her inner thighs as she shoved her skirt and panties down her calves.  Her bra came off next and she scowled at him, “I won’t submit.”  She swallowed hard when he smiled, knowing that the very fact that she was standing before him naked said otherwise.  She’d never wanted anything more in her life than to surrender to this Walker.  She had faith though that her pride would never allow it.

“Of cou
rse you will, but not easily.  Not the first time anyway.  The first time you’ll want to fight against being dominated.  It’s in your nature, and one of the very reasons why you are my one true mate.  Cowering acquiescence would never satisfy me.  Only you Eden, only you my angel, would ever be truly able to gratify my needs.  Just like losing your virginity, like having a throbbing cock surge into your sweet untried cunt, this too will hurt a little.  The pain won’t be physical,” he smiled, “unless you want it to be.  Your first submission will sting your pride, but it will lend to easier, more pleasurable sex the next time.  Just like your first fuck, this’ll be a gift you’ll never forget giving, but make no mistake, you will be made to give me what I want.”  

“Forced you mean,” she glared at him openly.

He smiled at her lasciviously, “Coerced, angel.  It’s only forced if it’s something you don’t want to do.  You want this. We both do. We’ve wanted it since the moment we laid eyes on each other.”  He’d been cautious earlier, careful to not frighten her into retreating from him, but the steadily increasing scent of her need emboldened him.  He knew he had her.  She was his!

Monroe was so damn self-assured that Eden wanted to snatch up her clothes and stomp from the room.  There were only two problems with that.  One, she’d have to bend over to get her clothes and two, he’d just follow her out and fuck her wherever she stopped
…at least those were the excuses she was going with.  She wanted to scream at him and demand to know why he couldn’t just make love to her like any other man would have, like she dreamed he would.  Had he wooed her and asked her up after a nice, quiet dinner, she’d probably have fallen into his bed willingly. 
Bullshit!
There was no probably about it.  She’d been fantasizing about Monroe StoneCrow since the day he’d shown up on her door step looking like a millionaire playboy.  Still, her desire to have him didn’t mean he had to demean her and that’s what he was trying to do…wasn’t it? 
What am I doing?
  Suddenly, she felt too vulnerable.  She couldn’t do this.

“Get on the bed,” he growled.  His eyes transitioned to a matte black and his chest began to rumble as if he sensed her sudden change of heart.

Her eyes darted from him to her clothes piled up on the floor.

“Eden,” he warned.

She took a step back and the growling increased in volume.  His expression darkened and her heart rate accelerated even as her pussy creamed its dissent at her retreat.  She lifted her arms and crossed them over her bare breasts and took another step back.  When her legs parted, she saw Monroe’s eyes narrow on the proof of her arousal that slickened her inner thighs.  He licked his lips greedily and she took advantage of the diversion.

Spinning, she didn’t have time to bother with her clothes.  Instead, she raced for the bathroom, hoping to lock herself in until Monroe’s libido cooled to a mutually acceptable level.  Her hopes were dashed when she heard a roar from behind her.  She’d never make it to the bathroom.

Turning, she skirted the small reading table that sat beside a tall, wing-back, chair in front of the fire place.  She put the small piece of furniture between them and when Monroe continued to stalk quickly toward her, she grabbed the vase of flowers off the table and threw it at him. 

She missed!

Worse, the action brought a carnal smile to Monroe’s lips as if she’d just invited him to play.

Shit
!  Shit!  SHIT!

One large hand grabbed the chair and it went sailing across the room to crash against the far wall.  Eden dashed toward the bedroom door only to veer to the other side of the room at the last second when she heard King
bellow from outside.  “Crow!  Everything alright?”

“
GO AWAY!”  His words were barely discernible now as he spun, his eyes pinning Eden where she stood on the other side of the room, his large four-poster bed the only thing between them.

Eden’s heart plummeted when she heard King’s footsteps departing.  She opened her mouth to call to him when Monroe growled, “Don’t!”

Her chest was heaving, and there was a fine layer of perspiration on her body as she watched Monroe circle toward the end of the bed.  She was trapped.  Her only hope was to clamber over the bed and race to the bathroom on the other side.  She hesitated only a moment before racing for the bed.

Out of her periphery, s
he saw Monroe move.  He moved so quickly that it was inhumanely possible.  She should have known better than to run.  One second she was on her hands and knees scrambling across the bed and the next strong hands manacled her ankles.  Something shoved her and she flopped forward until she was lying on her chest, flat on the bed, with her legs forced wide apart.  She lifted her head to take in a gulp of air that turned into a gasp when she felt Monroe shove his face between her cheeks.  He was snuffling loudly, like a wolf that’d just locked onto the scent of a female in heat.  She cursed her traitorous body even as it creamed its anticipation, she was more than ready for him.

Struggling to shove up to her knees she knew it was a mistake instantly when his body came up behind hers.  It was happening just as he’d said. 
Her on all fours with her ass in the air.

A strong hand pushed on her back to keep her chest to the bed and she gasped again when she felt the thick, warm, steely erection slide between her legs to brush against her sex.  He didn’t penetrate her, but mere inches kept him from it.  She was so wet and ready for him that he’d meet no resistance.

She tried to push up from the bed again, but he wouldn’t let her.  He just rubbed.  The length of his erection rubbed and rubbed, creating such exquisite friction against her now glazed clit that she was wishing he’d miss and accidentally fill her.  One second she was fighting to get up and the next she was arching into his sexual caress.  Her cheeks parted as she flared her hips needing to rub harder against the sensual torment of his cock.

“Say it,” he demanded.

Say what?
  She doubted she could even speak at this point.  The speech on submission, the chase through the room, the near discovery by King, all of it had only served to turn her on.  She was aroused to a level previously unknown and as much as she wanted to give Monroe what he needed, she couldn’t.  It felt too easy to her.  She wouldn’t be conquered so effortlessly.

Replanting her hands she tried to push up again.  She was rewarded with the hand leaving
her back to fist in her hair, then Monroe bent and his teeth locked onto the apple of her ass.  The bite was shocking and evoked a moan that she couldn’t stifle.