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by Bliler, Susan


  “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, she 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.

  His hold on her hair wasn’t rough and his teeth biting into one satiny globe of her ass wasn’t hurting. There was no pain, just as he’d said. It was a dominant warning that if she didn’t acquiesce soon, there’d be consequences and damn her to hell for it, but she wanted to know what those consequences would be.

  This had never happened before. Eden had never wanted a man to fuck her so badly in her whole life. She wanted to cave to his demands, to whimper, and beg, and writhe, and let him take all the liberties he wanted to take…all that he’d promised to take. Yet, she was holding back. She was too damn proud to give in so easily and she hated herself for it because she knew that the pleasure to be found with this man would be found nowhere else. He wasn’t just a god, he was her god! Still, she needed to show him, to prove to him that she was worthy of him. The realization renewed her determination. She slackened her body and stopped struggling. When she did, Monroe slowly withdrew his teeth and his hand on her hair loosened. He thought he’d won.

  Fool! Eden rolled. She’d nearly slid her leg free when the weight of his hips pinned her to the bed with the hard ridge of his cock nestled against her weeping sex. One hand collared her throat and the other pinned an arm over her head. She felt the tip of him slide into her and he adjusted to pull out, settling where the threat was there, but not yet being followed through on.

  She bit her lip hard. Fuck she wanted him! She wanted him so damn bad it hurt. She felt empty in her heart, her soul, and her womb. She needed him and she didn’t want to fight him. She wanted to beg him to take her hard and deep and to do it now!

  Tears blinded her. She’d wanted to fight harder. She didn’t want to be so easy to take down; she wanted him to be proud of how hard she’d fought. She’d let him down. Of course she had. A man this savage, this self-assured, this distractingly handsome, and lethally virile was bound to be unsatisfied by any mere woman. He was created to birth self-consciousness and disappointment in women.

  “Angel,” his voice was soft, “there’s no shame in submission.” His hand stroked hair back from her face, “Do you know what it means to be my submissive?” He bent and kissed her cheek. “It means you have the power to control me. You are my angel, Eden. I would kill for you. I would die for you,” his imploring eyes held hers. “I would do anything for you and only you.” He studied her face and when a tear slipped free, he pulled back and cursed under his breath. He’d scented no fear. He must have been too caught up in his own desire. How could he have not known that his angel was afraid? Self-loathing swamped him.

  He was lifting off her when she clamped a hand around his halo, dragging his eyes back to hers as she held him in place. Her soft voice was tentative. “I’m not ashamed. I-I just…wanted to be more for you.”

  It took him a moment to understand her meaning, and when he did his eyes closed as emotion overwhelmed him. Pride surged and he couldn’t help but wonder at the gift of her. Was she truly his? He admired her for the fight and respected her for understanding his need for it, but he loved her for her fear that she’d somehow let him down. She was afraid he’d think her weak, and it told him all he needed to know about her. She was his true and rightful mate.

  He was still silently approving of his angel when his eyes slammed open. Eden had braced her feet on the bed and pushed upward with her hips, devouring his cock with the mouth of her pussy until he was fully seated inside her before she relaxed back down, licking the length of him with her wet channel as she retreated.

  Gods, she’d been worth it! The wait, the uncertainty, the fear, the fight, it had all been worth this! His hands grip
ped her lean hips and he rammed into her, tunneling in and out as the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. She was the greatest prize he’d ever taken down and now that he had her, he’d never let her go.

  Satiny arms wrapped around him and lean legs did the same. She did more than accept him. She greeted him. Hips thrusting up to match his tempo, back arching to brush sensitively budded nipples against his chest. Like the relief felt at breaking a wild stallion, Monroe rode his now tamed beauty in a steady, sultry, pace as he beamed in awe at the feat.

  She stared up at him, the warm chocolate pools of her eyes swirling in a sea of emotions that were easy to read. Confusion, passion, acceptance, trepidation. Her release on the tight reins of control she’d held for so long meant only one thing. Trust! She’d forfeited to him and he’d take up the lead she’d given him and he wouldn’t let her down, but first…

  Feeling her body tightening, so close to completion, Monroe stopped and pulled out of her evoking a disappointed moan.

  He pulled her arms from him and reached back to unhook her ankles.

  “What…” she sat up as he got to his knees, cock pointing straight out as he tapped the mattress.

  “Hands and knees, angel.” When she just stared at him in shock he growled, “Now!”

  It was her final test and from the flash of understanding in her eyes he recognized her knowledge of it.

  Planted on his knees, praying she wouldn’t fight it, Monroe could only watch as Eden slowly got to her hands and knees then cautiously backed up until her dripping cunt was lined up with his protruding cock. He waited a moment, wondering what she’d do when he refused to move. To his absolute fucking delight, Eden peeked timidly over her shoulder before—of her own volition—lowering her chest to the mattress. Her head turned to the side, her brown eyes huge and curious. One deep breath and she settled her palms flat on either side of her head. Her back was bowed and her ass was thrust high. Finally, she shifted her hips and let her weight settle in absolute and complete submission before she whispered, “Take me.”

  If he was capable of it, he’d have grinned like a fucking idiot. As it was, he satisfied himself with gently palming both her ass cheeks and spreading her as he leaned forward and slowly entered her. He felt her shudder and eased out just as slowly. He repeated the action, spearing her with languorous intent. He knew what she wanted, and this wasn’t it.

  She thrust back impatiently and he slapped her ass. She jerked and lifted her head to frown at him.

  “If you want something angel, ask me.”

  He continued his lazy assault and could feel the tension in her body mounting. Again, she tried to push back only more slowly this time as if she hoped he wouldn’t notice. Again, he smacked her ass.

  “Don’t try to take. Ask!”

  “Faster,” she demanded in a frustrated growl.

  Monroe slowed his pace, “That’s not asking.” He saw her curl her fists in the comforter. She was fighting both her natural verbal and physical response.

  She wanted to challenge him, but fought against the urge. “Please,” she ground out through clenched teeth.

  “Please what?”

  She turned to bury her face in the mattress and he heard her cursing into the bed as he stifled an outright laugh.

  She groaned when she finally lifted her head. “Faster, please!”

  He quickened his pace, knowing it still wasn’t what she wanted. She’d learn to be more explicit if it fucking killed her. He smiled. At this rate, it just might.

  Moaning, Eden arched her back and mewled in sexual frustration. She knew her relief would be given if she asked. She just had to swallow her pride.

  Sweat beaded her forehead and she needed to come so bad it literally hurt. She tried to clamp on his dick with her vaginal muscles, but he pulled back out. One of her small hands left the side of her head and slid between her legs, but when it found her clit, Monroe slapped her ass hard.

  “You don’t get to touch what’s mine without asking.”

  She growled and he could see the frustration in her eyes when she scowled over her shoulder at him. Then she caved. “Please, Monroe. Fuck me fast and hard!”

  He drove home and it was exactly what she’d wanted. Her sex swallowed him up as he pummeled her. It was sexual fucking bliss! Eden had never dreamed that she’d be turned on by male domination, but she was more then turned on right now. She was on fucking fire and to her disbelief she realized she was his slave. She’d do anything, say anything, be anything to get him to keep fucking her until she died.

  “MINE!” he snarled behind her.

  She couldn’t take anymore. It was an emotional and physical sensory overload. She buried her face in the bed and screamed as her sex clamped down on the last invader it would ever welcome. Seconds later, she felt searing heat shooting deep into her womb and Monroe unleashed a deafening roar. Eden shivered and moaned as a second orgasm gripped her before the first one had even subsided. She fisted Monroe so tightly with her channel that she wondered if he’d ever be able to pull free or if he’d remain locked inside her like his wolf brethren claiming their life-long mates.

  Eden had never been so filled in her heart or in her cunt and when her release tore through her, she knew it was more than an orgasm. It was a release of her need to ever be alone, to ever have to make all the decisions, to ever yearn for a mate to share her life. Her time of loneliness was gone.

  ***

  Eden slept and as was happening too often lately, another foreign emotion flooded Monroe as he studied her. He watched her sleep and brushed tendrils of hair back from her sweat-dampened face attempting to define what he was feeling. He winced when he realized what it was. Tenderness. The Dominant Skin Walker wasn’t supposed to feel such useless emotions was he? He stared at Eden and tried to fight the emotion back but she mumbled his name in her sleep and the damn emotion intensified. Hell, it was too late! The feeling was there and couldn’t be ignored or changed. He’d simply have to do what he’d always done, accept what he couldn’t change or fight and learn to adapt.

  A strong hand lifted to the halo that collared his throat. It seared the flesh as he removed it and he felt guilt at what he was about to do. While Eden slept in his arms, he’d bind her, knowing that when she woke the halo would be gone. He’d be sure to rise before her and reclaim it. He was going to attempt to cheat the affliction. He was going to borrow his angel until such time that she was ready to accept him freely. He’d claim her no other way, but he’d need strength and endurance to win her.

  The halo locked in place and Eden sucked in a sharp breath and arched her back before her body sagged in his arms. Curling beside her, Monroe pulled her into his arms as exhaustion swamped him. He fell asleep knowing a peace he’d never experienced before.

  Chapter 15

  Eden woke to deliciously sore muscles. She smiled as she remembered her dream but it swiftly left her lips when she realized Monroe’s passionate lovemaking had been real. Her eyes snapped open and for some odd reason her hand flew to her throat. There was nothing there and it left a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach like some part of her was missing. She eyed the large bed and Monroe wasn’t there either.

  Soft light filtered in through the closed blinds and she sat up to bury her face in her hands, long tresses cascading around to veil her humiliated state. How could she have acted like that? And how in the hell was she ever supposed to look Monroe in the eye ever again.

  The scent of food caught her attention and her gaze jerked to the source. A cart sat next to the bed. A fluffy looking omelet with toast and fresh strawberries sat on a plate in the center of the cart while a large mug of coffee and a little caddy of cream sat in the corner.

  She was starving but the thought didn’t incite her to dig-in. Instead, it had her shooting up from the bed and searching frantically for her clothes. The children! She snatched up her skirt and panties from where Monroe must have placed them, neatly folded, on a chair in the corner. She
was hopping on her good leg, quickly trying to get into her lacey thong when her eyes finally found a clock and some of the panic left her.

  It was only seven and the children typically all slept until about seven-thirty. She had a little time.

  Dressing quickly, she snagged the mug of coffee off the cart and was about to leave when she wondered if Monroe was in his office. She’d have to do the walk-of-shame to get back to her own suite.

  Pressing an ear to the door, she strained to listen. Silence!

  She took another large gulp of the coffee before setting it on a nearby table and inching the bedroom door open. Peeking out into the office, she was elated to find it empty.

  Quickly, she crossed the office and was nearly to the door when it opened and Monroe entered

  “Good morning beautiful.”

  She felt her cheeks flame as she struggled to remain composed. She hated that he looked like a million bucks and she felt like an old mop. “Morning,” her eyes darted to the door. “I need to check on the kids.”

  “They’re fine,” he closed the door and leaned back against it, crossing massive arms over an equally impressive chest. He slid his gaze up and down her frame with aching leisure. “Aries has them making pancakes in your suite.

  Indignation flared to life. She liked Aries, but didn’t want the other woman always picking up where she was failing. It was infuriating. “Well, they need their mother.” She took a step toward the door but Monroe didn’t move.

  “We have something to discuss, angel.” He glided away from the door to wrap her in his arms.

  She tensed. If he wanted to discuss what happened between them, she would scream.

  “Those children belong here Eden.”

  Thank God! She’d never been so relieved to argue about something in her whole life. “My children belong with me!”

 

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