In and out, in and out, it was a hot, satiny, wet, bliss. When Monroe pulled back, her cunt clenched hard to draw him back in. The fit was exquisitely tight as his hips slapped her ass with each thrust that drove home.
Grabbing the back of her halo, he pulled her up until she locked her elbows to help keep herself on all fours. She threw her head back and arched. One calloused hand rounded up over the curve of her ass, through the dip in her back, and circled her rib cage to knead a bouncing breast. His fingers found the stiff peak of her nipple and rolled it sending a shot of heat straight to her clit. She screamed his name and he rewarded her by doing it again.
One last pinch and Eden came apart. Her channel seized on the velvety rod still working inside it. Panting and unable to catch her breath, Eden’s upper body collapsed on the bed. She was only barely aware that Monroe hadn’t found his release.
A light smack to her ass had her trying to focus.
“Who do you belong to, Eden?”
Her attention jerked to life at the sudden seriousness of his tone. “Y-you?”
He smacked her ass harder sending a surprising jolt of pleasure shooting through her. “You don’t sound certain, angel. Be sure. Who do you belong to?”
“You,” her response was immediate. Something about the way he was no longer moving inside her had her worried. The flutters in her pussy finally subsided and she wiggled slightly trying to gauge if her suspicion was accurate. It was. His erection had grown larger and …harder?
“And what did you say was mine?”
“Me?”
He smacked her ass again and followed it by smoothing a palm soothingly over the offended flesh. “What else,” he demanded.
Sated and in such a compromising position she’d lost some of her boldness. She lowered her voice, “My…pussy.”
He rocked back and forth a few times, pumping into her as he purred while using both hands to rub the globes of her ass. “Good girl.” He stopped moving. “But did you forget something.”
She lifted her head to peek back at him. “No?”
He slapped her ass hard and the sting made her clench, which drew a sound from Monroe that resembled a purr.
When he finally spoke, his voice was rough with need, it sounded strained. “Think hard, angel. You did forget something.” Slowly, his steely cock withdraw, eliciting a moan from Eden as her pussy lips kissed the mushroomed tip as it slid free. Two fingers slid into her sopping entrance and worked back and forth.
Eden was at a loss for what he wanted from her and with his fingers working inside her still sensitive sex she gave up on trying as her eyes fluttered closed. Another soft moan escaped her lips and she bit her bottom lip. She felt need flaring to life in her womb once again.
When two wet fingers pulled free of her pussy to coat her anus with her own essence, Eden’s eyes shot open. Her voice was fearful, “Monroe?”
He continued to spread the slickness around her ass, “Did you forget what else is mine?”
She was done playing the submissive, “No!” She tried to get up but his hand flattened on her back and kept her down. A fine sheen of perspiration suddenly coated her body. Two fingers went back into her cunt and came back up to rub more of her release onto her ass. He circled her anus in a wide loop and continued the motion. His circle drew tighter and tighter until finally, one thick digit pushed to breach her opening. Eden hissed. The feeling was strange. Not as painful as she’d imagined but not quite enjoyable either.
“Relax,” he commanded.
She tried to will her rigid form into submission.
The finger drove deeper and she whimpered when a second finger joined it. Nerve endings exploded to life at the new sensation of friction the fingers created as they fucked into her ass. He pumped his fingers inside her and she clenched tight.
“Don’t fight me,” he growled.
He finger fucked her slower then finally withdrew his fingers. When he impaled her pussy with his cock and pumped a few times, coating his erection, she tensed when he pulled out. She knew what was coming.
Panicked, her breathing hitched and she fought against her instincts to run.
“Do you trust me, angel?”
“Y-yes!”
“Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
“Yes!” She couldn’t help the hysteria as it mounted. She was both terrified and excited.
“Can you stay still for me? Or do I need to bind you?”
The thought sent a punch of lust shooting through her. She’d never imagined she’d be turned on by such an idea, but she was.
Behind her Monroe inhaled sharply and when he spoke there was a smile in his voice, “You like that idea. Good. We’ll get to it. Eventually.” The crown of his cock nudged her anus. “Well? Can you be still?”
“Yes!”
“Good girl.”
Two firm hands gripped her hips and held her tight as the blunt mushroom tip pushed forward. At first there was pain and Eden buried her face in the mattress to muffle the sound of her gasp.
“Relax, Eden.”
His tone was calm and soothing and she had to trust him not to hurt her. She’d just vowed eternity to him, and it was basically their wedding night. She could do this. She would do this.
She got to her elbows and Monroe didn’t protest. Drawing in a deep breath, she relaxed, closed her eyes, and just trusted.
Slowly, Monroe worked in shallow thrusts, inching in a little further with each drive of his hips. The maelstrom of sensations was too much. Eden cried out in pleasure as he plunged fully into her. The feel of him stretching her and plundering her virgin hole was so sexually stimulating that she felt her pussy weep its sweet nectar.
She had no idea that she possessed an erogenous zone in her previously untouched anus, but Monroe had found it. The friction of him tunneling inside her, dominating her ass was so arousing that she found herself pushing back to meet his thrusts, wanting him deeper.
He picked up the pace and what had been a fine sheen of perspiration was now an all out sweat as both their bodies glistened with the heat of their passion. Monroe tried to reclaim his hold on her hips when his hands slipped, their bodies too slick.
Bending over, he caged her body under his own as he continued to plow into her. One hand latched onto one of her free swinging breasts to knead it. His hips continued to slam into her ass and Eden cried out at the rapture.
When she couldn’t take anymore, her channel clenched with an anal orgasm that left stars exploding before her eyes. For brief moments, she forgot to breathe. She remembered quickly when Monroe thrust home, roaring savagely. His thick cock penetrated her as far as he could shove and locked in place. Hot jets of semen shot deep into her ass and touched places she hadn’t even known existed. In response her pussy spasmed and creamed. She felt the spillage on the insides of her thighs as her envious cunt continued to flutter while her ass refused to release its now welcome intruder. Long minutes passed with Monroe bent over her and she could feel his cock continue to convulse inside her with wave after wave of release continuing to spill into her.
Finally, when the aftershocks of her orgasm stopped quaking, she felt Monroe withdraw his still impressive girth. Free of him, she collapsed on the bed too deliciously spent to move.
Monroe chuckled and flopped on the bed next to her, rolling her until her body rested against his with her head nestled at his shoulder. In a highly feminine gesture that brought a smile to his lips, Eden curved a leg over his own and settled on one hip to lay an arm across his torso. She was a perfect fit, as if the gods had made her just for him…and they had!
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes,” she whispered, “that was…”
He hung on her next words. What she said now could alter the course of their sexual relationship, and he was highly concerned that his sensual dominance would be too much for his headstrong Eden.
“More pleasurable than I ever would have imagined.”
YES! Her words flo
She smiled up at him, “Does that mean one day I’ll get to spank you?”
“No. In all other matters I can, and may, defer to you, but with regard to sex, I’ll always retain absolute command.” He couldn’t help but grin. “It means that I’ll take great pleasure in lavishing you with the most exquisite sexual dominance and gratification you’ll ever experience, and not only will you thank me for it, you’ll beg for it.”
Delicate eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Beg?”
“Beg.” The word sounded like a feral growl and she had to fight the shudder that coursed through her. The primal qualities he displayed were appealing as hell.
“I have a gift for you. You don’t get to use it until next week though,” he smiled as he pulled away and reached to the nightstand, pulling a beautiful mahogany box free of the top drawer. Lying back he set the box on his chest and crossed his arms behind his head, propping himself up to watch her interested gaze as she sat up.
“What is it?”
“Open it.”
Eden opened the box and Monroe kept his eyes locked on her face, watching for the slightest hint of recognition. There was none.
“Ooooh, they’re pretty.” She pulled one of the solid gold orbs free and lifted it, surprised at the light tinkling sound she heard coming from inside. “It sounds like a chime!” Her smile was delighted, “What is it?”
“Burmese bells,” he explained, his voice suddenly husky at just watching her handle the object. “In one week, I’m going to rouse you early.” He dropped a hand to trace it up her thigh. “Before the children rise, before King comes pounding on the door, I’m going to wake you from your sleep and I’m going to fuck you to completion.”
Just the thought made her wet, and had her eyes leaving the bells to stare at him.
“Then,” he plucked the golden globe from her hand and held it up in front of her face. He held it there for a few seconds before bringing it to his mouth, parting his lips, and popping it inside. Tugging on the slight gold chain, it came free covered with a fine layer of saliva. He lowered his hand until it hovered over her lap and her eyes followed his hand but he kept his eyes riveted on her. “While your cunt is still spilling its sweet syrup, I’m going to insert this into my tight, sweet, pussy. You’ll shower, you’ll get dressed, and these bells will stay in place.”
Eden’s lips parted and her cheeks flushed. She started shaking her head.
“I’m not asking, angel.” He closed his fist around the ball and replaced it in the box before setting it on the night stand. “How well you accept them depends on our day.” He turned to her and pulled her down so she was once again cradled in his arms. “You can be whatever you need to be outside this room, Eden. You are the Skin Walker Domina, and I expect much of you. I also understand your role and need for your own power. But!” He leaned up on an elbow, pushing her back to a reclined position so he could peer down at her. “Inside these four walls there’ll never be compromise to what I want. I’m always in charge. Inside this bedroom, you’ll be my good girl or you’ll be punished.”
“Punished?” Fear was nonexistent where he was concerned, but anger was swift. “I won’t let…”
His finger on her lips silenced her. “Easy, angel. Not that kind of punishment. You know I’d never harm you.” His finger slid across her lips and down her throat. It circled the hollow of her throat a few times tracing a path to a breast and circling a nipple. “What I meant was Thursday, when you wear your bells, if you’re a good girl I’ll be satisfied knowing they’re inside you, torturing you with sweet agony.” His finger stopped circling her nipple to pinch it lightly sending shooting streams of heat to her clit. “But if you fight me,” he smiled as if in giddy anticipation. “Well, you’ll still wear your bells, but we’ll be going horseback riding. Fast, hard, steady gallops that eat up the ground and will leave your saddle soaked.”
Eden’s mouth fell open and Monroe chuckled before he bent to kiss her.
When he pulled back she licked her lips. “I don’t think I can do this,” she waved a hand at the room in general, “and be a mother too. It feels…wrong. I feel like a deviant.”
“Deviant?” he smiled. “You just married a man that can shift into animal form. You’re raising children that can do the same, and you are now the Domina over this same group of creatures. I think, angel, it’s safe to say you’ve strayed as far from the norm as one can get.”
She worried her bottom lip before speaking. “I just don’t want to reflect poorly on the children, Monroe. Things’ll be hard enough without me being some…some…” she shook her head, at a loss for words.
“Does it feel wrong when I’m inside you, Eden?”
“No.”
“Does it feel wrong to be mated to me?”
“No.”
“And is it wrong of you to want to please your Walker? Your husband?”
“No, I suppose not.”
His arms snaked around her and held her tightly. “We’ll go slow, angel. It only seems odd now because it’s all so new. Give it time. I’ll never ask more of you than you are willing to freely give. Do you trust that?”
She nodded.
She had no idea the whole truth of it. She was his Dominant out of and inside the bedroom. She controlled him and she held all of the power where he was concerned. She was the only thing that could ease his temper, brighten his day, and call forth his previously non-existent smile. One word from her and he’d back off, one true show of fear, one tear brought forth by any actual pain she felt….she had the power to destroy him, and for Monroe StoneCrow it was the most humbling realization in the world. He’d been prepared to be taken down by the Megalya, hell he’d even kept up his guard around his fellow Walkers, but this…her! She was so small, so fragile looking, so unassuming. Worst of all she had no idea the command she had over him, not yet at least.
Reaching across her body, he pulled the comforter over her and tucked it around her naked shoulders. “Sleep, angel.” He knew she was exhausted, he could feel it as her body stretched restlessly, wanting sleep. “You’ve had a hard day. You’ll have an even bigger day tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow,” she asked around a yawn.
His lips brushed her forehead. “Tomorrow you wake as my wife. I tried to warn you about the demands on my angel.” His tone turned serious, “Life won’t be easy for us you, but I will make it happy or die trying.”
“I’m not worried,” her tone was soft as her eyes drifted closed, “I’m up for the challenge.”
He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tighter. Yes. Yes, you are my angel.
With Eden asleep in his arms, Monroe stared at the ceiling for hours going over adjustments that would need to be made with regard to staffing. Construction would need to be done to the facility to keep his Domina and his children safe. It was more than worrisome, it was terrifying. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose any of them. Finally, he understood how his Walkers felt. The afflicted, the now mated. The irrationality they exhibited where their angels were concerned. Hmph! Compared to what he had planned, their demands had been mild. Slowly, a smile spread across his features. He’d never even realized he’d wanted his angel until she’d fallen into his lap, and now that he had her, life at StoneCrow was about to change forever.
Exclusive Excerpt
COMING WINTER 2013
Skin Walkers: Gauge
by
Susan A. Bliler
“Get up!” Gauge ground out. “We’re going to the infirmary.”
Ella’s eyes eased open and she lay staring straight up at the ceiling. “I can’t.”
“You can, and you will,” Gauge bit out angrily as he grabbed the blanket that covered her and yanked it down, stilling at the sight that met him.
Ella didn’t need to look at his face to know his expression would be one of horror. The white lace panties and matching camisole she wore exposed the trauma that she’d hoped to keep hidden. Her left ankle was swollen and the purple bruising that encircled the soft ball size sprain, didn’t just stop at her ankle. All the way up the length of her slender calf to the round of her left hip, her skin was severely bruised. It wasn’t blue, it wasn’t purple. Her delicate creamy skin was marred by the stark black declaration of trauma. The hem of her camisole was hiked up enough to reveal that the bruise carried up her ribs before it disappeared under the white satin. Ella’s shoulder too was black all the way down to her elbow and onto her swollen wrist that lay limply across her abdomen, previously hidden from view under the blanket that had covered her.
At first Gauge didn’t speak. After several moments, Ella shifted her gray eyes from the ceiling to his face. His complexion was ashen and for the first time since she’d met him, Gauge Alexander was speechless.
She watched his throat convulse as he swallowed hard.
Gauge knew now that Ella wasn’t refusing to get up, she simply couldn’t. He drew in a deep breath trying to control the rage that slowly enveloped him as he ground out in a nearly unrecognizable growl. “Who did this?”
“I fell.”
His eyes jerked to hers. He couldn’t smell the lie over the scent of her pain as it engulfed the room, but he didn’t need to. No fall could have done this.
“Who in the fuck did this?” His growl was even deeper now.
Ella swallowed as her throat thickened with emotion. “I-I fell Mr. Alexander.”
She watched as he shoved an angry hand into his short blonde hair and cursed under his breath.
“You’re going to the infirmary.” He bent and slid his hands under her and tried to lift her even as she protested. He didn’t get far.
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