Skin Walkers: Monroe (17 page)

She blinked up at him, “Good.  I’m glad we understand each other.”  He was dropping his head for a kiss when she asked, “What is
a Domina?”

The corner of Monroe’s sensual mouth lifted.  “It’s the title given to the mate of the Dominant Walker.  They recognize my position of power and accept it.  By calling you
Domina they show that they accept you, as well as your place in our society.”

“My place?”

“Yes, Domina.  Your place at the head of the pack and by my side.”

“
Pack?  Is that what you call your group?  Why not family?”

“
Pack was better than a murder, a brood, or a pride,” he smirked.

“I’m serious.”

He frowned.  “Because until you, I didn’t know that we were people that could turn into animals and not the other way around.  Mistakes were made angel, I openly admit that, but I look forward to your assistance in rectifying those mistakes and preventing further ones from happening.”  A thumb caressed her jaw line.  “This pack needs a Domina’s touch.”

“
This
family
,” she corrected.

“Family,” he affirmed with a smile. 
“I have a gift for you.”  He captured her hand and led her from the office.

She followed as he led her, down to the main floor and out of the building.  A
Humvee was waiting out front.  King held the back door of the vehicle open and Monroe ushered her inside.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

The vehicle didn’t leave the estate.  Instead, it drove down near the main gate then turned off on a dirt road that Eden was certain hadn’t previously existed.  The road
followed the wall onto a portion of the estate where the forest had remained untouched.  Towering pines loomed overhead as the vehicle was cast into shadow.  When they finally came to a stop Monroe stopped King before he could exit the vehicle.

“I’ve got it from here
, King.  Head back to the estate.  I’ll summon you when we’re ready.”

King dipped his head and waited until they’d exited the
vehicle before turning the SUV and leaving.

“Where are we going?” 
Eden asked again, a little nervous.

He led her down a worn path, “To
your
version of heaven.”

She laughed.  “What?”

He pulled on her arm, urging her to walk faster.  She was about to ask what he meant again when they stepped into a clearing that was out of place in the heavily treed mountainside.  In the middle was a large, stone, wall that stood nearly fourteen feet high.

“What is it?”

He lifted her hand palm side up and dropped a key into it.  “Here.”

Eden eyed the key and the great
, stone wall before she took a tentative step forward.  Monroe released her hand and watched as she walked to the structure.

Following the wall’s length she came to a
n arched entryway with a wrought iron gate that had an ancient looking lock.  She lifted the long key from her palm and twisted it in the lock until it clicked open.  Pushing the doors wide open she turned to smile excitedly at Monroe.

Wordlessly, he nodded once and that was all the encouragement she needed. 

Tall perfectly trimmed hedges lined the entryway and an intricate, beautifully laid red- stone walk way led her several feet before she stepped into the most beautiful garden she’d ever seen.  Gasping she lifted both hands to cover her mouth. 

Several trees and h
undreds of flowers in every color imaginable sprouted up from the ground in bunches and dotted the entire interior of the walled garden.  It looked like something out of a fairly tale. 

A wooden pergola was nest
led in one corner with a picnic bench beneath while the other corner housed a fire pit centered between stone benches that looked natural in the earthy setting.  The stone path branched and she followed one side, crossing by the picnic table and when she turned she was delighted to see a swing-set and slide for the children sitting in a field of soft looking pebbles.

She noticed that vines grew up and over nearly the entire expanse of the inside walls making it feel as if they were enclosed in a
secret garden, and that’s what it was. 

“Do you like it?
  I’ve dubbed it the Garden of Eden.”

Eden didn’t even realize she was crying until she turned to smile at Monroe.  Her mouth gaped open and too afraid to speak she simply
nodded before throwing her arms around him impulsively.

Monroe laughed and hugged her tightly.  “Good, I’m glad
you like it.”

Her voice was breathy, “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Not me.”

She frowned at him in question and his eyes glittered, daring her to ask.
She didn’t.  Instead, she pulled back and put some distance between them before she cleared her throat, slightly embarrassed at her reaction.  “The children will love it.”

“I didn’t do this for the children.  I did it for you.”

Eden’s heart melted. “Thank you Monroe.  No one…no one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”  Her delicate brows speared down.  “You didn’t have to.”

“Of
course I did.  Every angel needs a heaven.”

She smiled affectionately.  “On the way up you said you were taking me to
my
version of heaven.”  Her eyes swept the area, “You have to admit that being in here is
anyone’s
version of heaven.”

“Not mine,” he challenged again, the glittering of his eyes intensifying. 

“Fine, I’ll bite.  What is your version of heaven, Mr. StoneCrow?”

He lost his smile and his gaze narrowed on her. 
“Being in you.”

Heat flared to life in her womb. 
How could one man’s gaze get her so hot?  His eyes slid down her frame and she swore she could feel his caress everywhere his eyes touched.  She took a step toward him then stopped. 
I shouldn’t…

“Don’t ever do that again,”
he growled.

She tilted her head quizzically.

“If your instincts are to come to me, don’t
ever
fight it.”

She considered his words for a moment before slowly walking to him.  He didn’t move as she tentatively lifted her hands and placed them on his broad shoulders.  She lifted her eyes to his.  “Thank you for the beautiful gift.”  Then she tiptoed and
brushed her lips across his in a feather light kiss before pulling back and dropping her hands.

“
That’s not all.”  His words came out on a low rumble that had her heart racing.

“What?”

He still hadn’t moved.  His arms hung loosely at his sides as he towered over her.  “You didn’t just want to kiss me.  You wanted more.  You are mine Eden just as I am yours.  If you want something from me…
take it
.”

He was right.  She wanted them both naked and making love to christen her beautiful garden, but she knew it wasn’t proper. 
How did he know? 
She blushed at the inappropriate thought and was about to back up a step when his hand collared her throat.  He wasn’t rough, in fact his thumb caressed gently over the pulse that was beating frantically at her throat.

“You want something from me
, Eden.  Take it.”

Her cheeks burned brighter.  “I was just thinking,” she began but he cut her off
abruptly.

“Stop.”
  His hand on her throat lifted an inch forcing her head up and her eyes to meet his.  “Don’t tell me what you want.  Show me!”

She turned her head to eye the gate.  It was solid and no one could see in or over the too tall walls.

“It’s locked,” he answered her unasked question.  “We’re alone and won’t be disturbed.”

Turning back to him she noted that his eyes had darkened.  She watched him inhale deeply and his chest rumbled.

Eden slowly stepped back and lifted trembling fingers to the buttons of her blouse.  Her eyes didn’t leave his as she unfastened each button in slow succession until she shrugged out of the garment letting it drop to the ground.

Monroe’s eyes dipped to her breasts encased in a see-through
, black, lace, bra.  His eyes were smoldering and under his scrutiny she swore her breasts grew swollen, heavy, even as the tips peaked in anticipation.

She toed off her black flats and unbuttoned her jeans before sliding them over lean hips and down her
legs.  Stepping out of them she was glad she opted for sexy undergarments today. 

Standing in only her matching black lace bra and panties she reached up and unknotted Monroe’s tie before sliding it from around his neck.  She held it up and frowned.

“What?”

Her lips tweaked, “It’s too nice for me to just toss on the ground.”

He grabbed the tie from her fingers and dropped it before lifting his hands and fisting both sides of his crisp, white, business shirt then tearing it open.  His belt was unbuckled and his slacks pushed down, all while he kept his eyes trained on her.  It was almost as if he thought she’d disappear if he looked away.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she soothed.

He growled and she smiled.

When he was naked before her she drank in the sight of him. 
His body was more than simply toned or well-muscled.  His frame was so savagely hewn that it spoke of a primal grace that could only exist with a Walker male.  He was the most virile and powerful creature she’d ever seen…
and he’s mine! 
His thick erection, pointing straight at her, had her craving him with a need so strong that it was terrifying.    

His eyes dipped to her bra and panties and he growled low in displeasure.  Smiling she challenged, “If you see something you want, take it!”

His gaze jerked to hers and the glint of danger mixed with desire sent a punch of lust shooting through her.  Had she ever wanted a man so badly?  Never!

In the blink of an eye
, his arms were wrapped around her.  He didn’t bother with the clasp, simply fisted the back of the bra with two hands and jerked it apart before peeling it from her. Her panties were ripped from her even more quickly and when his warm, soft, skin rubbed against hers in the glorious sunlight in the center of her secret garden she knew how the original Eden must have felt when tempted with sin because wicked sin with Monroe was consuming her thoughts.  She wanted him inside her so badly that her sex wept in eager anticipation.  Her nipples rubbed against his chest and she moaned in sweet agony.  When his mouth found the curve of her neck and licked before sucking on her flesh she nearly came.

Bending, Monroe scooped her up and then dropped to a knee, placing her on the soft grass as his lips trailed up
her neck to capture her lips where he suckled and nibbled before pulling back.  He growled. It was a sound so deep, so low, so primitive that Eden knew he was too far gone to even formulate words.

His eyes held hers as he used a knee to spread her legs wide and settled between them.  She felt the hard nudge of his cock probing her and she tilted her hips to grant him better access but he had other ideas.

Two hands cupped her breasts as he eased down her body.  There was no trail of kisses, no sensual preamble.  One moment he was staring at her with heated desire and the next his tongue was sliding into her pussy as fingers clamped onto her nipples sending shooting sensations of ecstasy to her clit. 

Eden knew there was no way in hell she
would last very long.  Monroe feasted on her.  Devouring her cunt like the ripest summer peach as she lay spread bare in the grass with the spring sun kissing her skin.  His fingers rolled her nipples while his tongue laved at her weeping entrance before inching up to lap at the pearl of her clit. 

The
vibrations his sudden growling caused had Eden writhing in the grass.  Her hips jerked, needing to push closer to the source of her greatest pleasure.  Long hair flowing around her shoulders, she bucked her hips repeatedly, riding Monroe’s face like a twenty-first century Lady Godiva in naked splendor, out in the open, for all the world to see.

She felt shudders coursing through her and knew her orgasm was imminent.  She pushed her pelvis higher, and nearly cursed aloud wh
en Monroe’s tongue abandoned its task mere seconds before she was about to explode with rapture.

Opening her mouth to protest, she tunneled her fingers into his hair with the intention of guiding his mouth back where she wanted it when his tongue began
thrusting into her pussy.  It was hot, wet, bliss! 

Then something happened that Eden couldn’t explain.  One minute she was being tongue fucked in heaven and the next she released his hair and her body jerked, both knees bent and her back arched until her hard budded breasts thrust into the air and she screamed!  Suddenly it felt like his tongue had grown, lengthened.  It
pushed deeper inside of her then it ever should have been able to reach and it didn’t just thrust, it swirled.  It licked and bathed the inside of her with such completeness that she exploded into convulsive ecstasy.