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  He put his face under the spray…and came away clean.

  Oh Christ. Rixen wasn’t unappealing at all.

  No, without the hair in his face and dirt makeup, he was fucking gorgeous. Maybe it was his vulnerabilities that softened the harshness of his features. Or the way he looked at Morgan like she was his entire world. Whatever the reason, the fearsome man she’d encountered in the swamp now appeared different to her. Worthy of touch.

  Her touch. And crazy enough, Morgan needed Rixen’s touch as well.

  She tugged his wet head down, letting their mouths hover a breath apart. Sexual intuition guiding her way, Morgan looked up at the giant through her lashes. Innocently. Questioningly. “Will you lick me now, Rixen?”

  A roar of victory and starvation filled the shower. Her feet left the ground as Rixen tossed her over his shoulder, stomping out of the bathroom and ripping off her bikini bottoms in a mighty fist as he entered the bedroom. Naked from the waist down, she was dropped onto her back in the center of an enormous four-poster bed, a lustful giant wrenching her knees open.

  Chapter 4

  Rixen

  My gift asked to be licked. By my tongue.

  Did that mean he’d passed the test of strength?

  He’d doubted his ability to do so in the bathroom. When he’d removed her shirt to find two luscious little tits overflowing the red material of her bikini, he’d come close to snapping. To taking her against her will on the bathroom floor. Surely no man could withstand that kind of all-encompassing lust. He’d looked upon his female’s naked stomach and seen his come striped across it. His hand supporting it while he fucked her brutally from behind. He’d seen every filthy dirty fantasy he’d ever imagined, but now they had a face.

  Her face.

  The most beautiful one in the world.

  It was awash in shy pleasure now as Rixen parted her thighs with more force than intended. No help for it. His mouth salivated at the opportunity to tongue his mate to an orgasm. “Morgan. Morgan. Fuck,” he groaned at the sight of her pussy. It was wet and compact, waiting to be parted by his fingers. Waiting to introduce him to the sensitive pink treasure inside. The coloring of her virgin cunt reminded him of succulent summer fruit, awaiting a man’s teeth to tear it apart. No. No, you’re to be gentle. Gentle with your gift.

  And what a gift he’d been given. Not only was his Morgan gorgeous with her big turquoise eyes, strawberry locks and tempting body. But she was compassionate and loving, as evidenced in the shower. Until she’d touched him and told him her secrets, relating them to the shame he’d been carrying around, Rixen hadn’t realized how vastly he’d underestimated the angel God would send him. He’d assumed the angel would tolerate him, which was more than he’d ever thought to hope for. Morgan did more than that, though. She…understood him.

  Morgan’s back arched on the bed and the flesh of her pussy separated just a touch, causing lust to drive like a stake into his abdomen. My treasure waits for me. Rixen’s instinct was to dive straight for the female flesh calling to him, but he remembered the books he’d read on pleasure and forced himself to wait. Not that dragging the tip of his tongue up the inside of Morgan’s right thigh was a hardship. God no, it was the greatest moment of his life, coming right behind her washing his face in the shower. He massaged her opposite leg gently, his thumb moving closer and closer to the sweet juncture he craved. And when Morgan sucked in a breath, her ass writhing on the bed, Rixen thought the books had been right. Anticipation made a woman wet. Patience. Foreplay.

  He transferred his tongue to the other thigh, taking small bites of her quivering flesh, doing his best to ignore his neglected cock. He humped it against the bed futilely, but the repeated friction only made his predicament worse. Nothing would suffice but Morgan’s tight little cunt. Nothing would ever suffice again. A shot of aggression hit him hard and there went the red bikini top, ripped and ruined in his fist. Cast to the floor.

  Watching her pretty tits jiggle from his vantage point below, Rixen lost himself in the licking of Morgan’s thighs. The bites. The kisses. Only when she gave a frustrated whimper and lifted her hips did Rixen deem her ready for more. Licking his lips in anticipation, he placed the flat of his index finger over her slit and rubbed up and down, carefully parting her flesh. Not too hard. But enough pressure to make her legs dance. “Where is the hair that is supposed to be here?” His voice emerged like a growl, so he attempted to soften it. And failed. How could he be anything but a beast when her wet, pink pussy opened for him like a flower after the rain? “It is beautiful beyond words, but I was led to believe…” He swallowed hard. “How young are you, Morgan?”

  “I’m eighteen,” she breathed. “It’s all good. I just got waxed because I was going to be wearing a bathing suit for a week.”

  Rixen grunted, her delicious aroma making his hips twice as restless. The aroma of his mate. “I suppose I will learn to live with the knowledge that men saw you in this red bikini.” He pressed his nose into her folds and inhaled deeply, lust expanding in his belly. “I will only rest knowing it’s in tatters on my floor as I fuck your virginity onto my bedspread.”

  “Who taught you how to talk like that?”

  “Like that?” He held her flesh open and prepared for his first lick. “I speak only the truth.”

  “Yeah, but—” She broke off into a gasp as his tongue glided the length of her slit, before settling over her clit for a slow, circling massage. Jesus Christ, he couldn’t have imagined the sweetness. It coated his tongue like sugar, woke his mind in areas that had been desolate lands until now. This pussy. His. Pleasing it would be his life’s mission. “R-R-Rixen. Ohhh.”

  Was that wonder in her tone? Yes. His studying had paid off. Dragging the pad of his thumb side to side over her clit, he lifted his head to meet Morgan’s eyes. “Yes, my gift.”

  Her taut belly shuddered up and down, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. “Did you mean it when you said…you want me to…”

  “Come on my face?” Rixen rasped. “It will be my greatest honor, Morgan. I’m going to lap it up like a fucking hound.”

  She twisted a little, seeming unsure. “I’ve never…oh.” He tucked a finger just inside her cunt to tease the sensitive nerve endings at her entrance. “What’s coming…it feels b-bigger than what I’m used to, you know?”

  Could it be that his female was self-conscious? Did she not see him defiling the mattress? “You’re afraid to lose control with me?”

  “With anyone,” she whispered, pink filling her cheeks.

  God, she was extraordinary. Honest. Deeper than the river running outside his back porch. He would reward her honesty so she would continue to give it freely. Rixen slipped his middle finger into her snug cunt and semen spurted from the tip of his dick, his head spinning with the perfection of her. “Will it make you feel better to know my sanity will barely remain intact once I’m inside you?” He shook his head, sweat beginning to pool at the small of his back. “You will see my loss of control, as well, Morgan. You will not be alone. You will never be alone.”

  With that, Rixen hooked his middle finger and pressed it to her G-spot, not moving right away. Letting her discover the sensation before he exploited it. His tongue stroked her clit as he watched Morgan hold her breath, let it out, suck it in again. Finally, her heels dug into the bed so she could fuck herself on his finger and Rixen started to jiggle the rough patch, his mouth covering her nub of flesh at the same time, slowly sucking. Kissing. Sawing the flat of his tongue over its swelling surface until she started to quake.

  Pride rose so swiftly in Rixen’s chest, he almost broke from his task to bellow into her tightening pussy, but he focused and persevered, scraping the tip of his middle finger over her secret inner spot again and again, laving her clit until saliva dripped down his chin.

  “Oh n-no. Yes yes yes. Rixen.” Morgan’s fingers speared into his hair and twisted, holding his mouth fast against her little waxed cunt. Heaven on fucking earth. And the heavens opened up seconds later when her thigh muscles locked up around his head and moisture fell from her flesh in a storm of heat. I have pleased my female. Roaring without shame, Rixen rubbed his face in her shaking pussy, leaving no inch of his face dry.

  He rose up on his knees above her, snarling into the scented air, his cock long and pained, hovering above the flesh it longed to claim. Rixen stroked it, watching through a haze of lust as pre-come dripped onto her shuddering stomach. Symbolic since his children would fill that sweet belly someday soon. Tonight if she opened her thighs to him.

  “Rixen has pleased you. Say it out loud.”

  “Rixen has pleased me,” Morgan replied, watching him from beneath eyelids at half-mast. “Like a boss.”

  “Your virgin pussy has been sated by your mate. Say it.”

  “I can’t say that.”

  “You will. Soon.”

  She shook her head on the pillow. “Why do I believe you?”

  Rixen leaned down, using his left hand to prop himself up while he continued to jack his flesh. He kept his attention on Morgan’s face, watching her go from fascinated to something more. Something that beaded her nipples, brought her tongue out again and again to wet her lips. “A-are you going to…you know.”

  “I said I wouldn’t fuck you until you asked, my gift. Did I not?”

  “You did.” With an audible swallow, she traced her palms over his thighs, her fingers sifting through the thick hair. “I’m not used to people keeping their word, I guess.”

  He grunted, silently vowing to kill anyone who dared hurt Morgan now that she was under his protection. “Your parents.”

  Morgan’s fingers stopped just shy of his groin. “Mostly my father.”

  Rixen gritted a curse, biting back the urge to grab her hand and wrap it around his dripping cock. There was a new instinct humming inside of him. Loud. Undeniable. They were approaching something he hadn’t anticipated but his mind and body collided in agreement. This was right. This was a need of Morgan’s to be fulfilled and he was the man who fulfilled her every wish from this day forward. “Do you miss having a daddy, Morgan?”

  Her eyes shot wide, fingers restless at the tops of his thighs. “I-I don’t know…”

  Yes. “Someone to care for you. Someone to tuck you in and stroke your hair.”

  One breath. Two. She nodded.

  Rixen dropped down on top of Morgan, careful to keep most of his weight poised on an elbow. Their mouths met and breathed as one. “Your daddy didn’t give you cock.”

  “No,” she whispered.

  His erection bobbed at her entrance, begging to be let in, spewing stickiness onto her slit as if to lubricate his path. “Would you like one who does?”

  He could sense the struggle taking place in Morgan and admired her all the more for it. A more spirited mate he could never have hoped for. Slowly, her thighs fell open and she whispered a magical word against his lips, freeing a rush of relief and thankfulness inside of him. “Yes. I want that.” She settled her small hands on his lower back, showing no outward reaction to the perspiration there. “I want you inside me.”

  Unable to swallow his guttural groan, Rixen fisted his dick and crammed the first couple inches inside of Morgan, kissing her mouth when she whimpered, struggling a little underneath him. “Shhh. Daddy is going to take the best care of you.” He braced himself with forearms on either side of her beautiful head and started to roll his hips, inching into her untested pussy. Oh fuck. Fuck. He’d fantasized of this moment, but he’d been ignorant to the actual feel of his female. Nothing was so warm and welcoming. Tight and his. “You’re so perfect for me,” he ground out, lust thickening his voice. “You’re making me a very lucky man.”

  “It’s so big,” she gasped, trembling, pushing at his hips with desperate hands.

  Don’t get lost in your own hunger. She needs you. “What will make it better, my gift?”

  “Kiss me,” she blurted, clinging to his shoulders. “Probably.”

  Rixen didn’t kiss Morgan. He devoured. His books had said nothing of this. Nothing of the magnetic connection between them, the healing properties of their tongues meeting and stroking. She gentled in moments, purring noises rising in her throat. The sweet thighs wrapped around his hips melted like butter, opening for him. Allowing him to drive those final inches and seat himself fully inside his mate, her virgin barrier giving way. Moisture trickled down, surrounding their joined sexes, and Morgan stared up at him in awe, her breath pelting his lips. “It hurts. It hurts.”

  Even as Rixen wished to roar in victory over possessing his mate, remorse grabbed him at the jugular. No. No, his female was hurting. He hated it. “Daddy is sorry,” he murmured against her mouth. “It had to happen this way. Just the first time.”

  She gave a brave nod. “Next time it’ll be easier?”

  “I promise.” The tether on Rixen’s control began to fray and he could no more stop himself from rearing back and sinking into her hot, tender cunt than he could change the patterns of the stars. “Good girl. Brave girl.”

  Beneath him, her back rose in an arch, his name lingering on her lips. “Th-that felt good. It hurts and it feels good. Is that normal?”

  “Better than normal, my gift. It’s further proof you were built for me,” he rasped into her neck, pinning her hips down and preparing to fuck his piping-hot seed into her. Christ, he’d been waiting so long. Now that Morgan’s pain was ebbing, he couldn’t see himself hanging on to his composure much longer. Not with this brave, beautiful female clinging to him, trusting him, letting him fill her body with his cock. In his most fevered dreams, he’d never thought mating could be this intimate, this fulfilling. And more than that, he’d never imagined it would have the power to break him in half. It was his gift. It was Morgan doing this to him. She was the world. His world. “Oh fuck,” he growled, sinking deeper into her than ever before. “I’ve been as gentle as possible…but I can’t hold on anymore. You feel those big balls resting on your pretty little ass, Morgan? They’re full to the brim. You have to help Daddy empty them.”

  Her sweet lips brushed his chin. “How do I do that?”

  “Bite your lip and remember I’d never hurt you.” The final circle of his lust opened and heat, hunger, need broke free, wrapping him in its spell. Taking over. Breed my female. Make her mine forever. “Tell me you can do that.”

  “I can do that.”

  “Good girl.” The beast took over, making Rixen bare his teeth, trapping her little body beneath his so completely, she couldn’t break free if she tried. Mine. Mine. Mine. “Keep your bloodied virgin thighs open, too, or I’ll rope your fucking ankles to the bed posts.”

  Her gasp of shock at the change taking him over was the final thing Rixen remembered. No, it was all tight, wet pussy from that moment forward. In the distance, he heard snarling, teeth snapping, the smack of flesh. Heard Morgan’s cries and had no choice but to interpret them as encouragement. He couldn’t have stopped under any circumstances. He delivered brutal thrusts and she received them with her little hole, her fingernails turning his back and ass to shreds. The bed didn’t just creak, it screamed beneath them, threatening to come apart.

  Just like Rixen. He was coming apart for his Morgan, her sweet, sexy body wet and giving beneath him. With a roar kindling in his throat, Rixen ground down into her pussy, cinched back and did it again, his hips beginning to piston out of control. “If anyone besides me ever touches this pussy, I will rip out their fucking throat. Do you understand your daddy, little Morgan?”

  “Yes,” she screamed, voice vibrating with his drives. “Oh my God, Rixen.”

  He gripped her knees in his hands and pinned them open, unable to check the force he used to fuck, to claim. “Mine. Don’t ever make me remind you. Daddy doesn’t just tuck you in and ride your cunt. He can punish, too.” He snapped his teeth over the fluttering pulse in her neck. “Don’t ever test me.”

  “I-I won’t,” she stammered, her eyes rolling back in her head. “I’m…I’m going to…”

  Some of Rixen’s consciousness returned when Morgan’s pussy cinched up and began to spasm around him. His mate was having another orgasm, even as he took no care with her body. He would praise her for that later. Reward her. Marvel over her. But for now, the animal inside him wasn’t done. Knowing he only had seconds before his own climax hit, Rixen wrapped a hand around Morgan’s throat. “Your virgin pussy has been sated by your mate. Say it now.”

  Still shaking violently, the words were pushed past stiff lips. “My virgin pussy has been sated by my mate,” she wheezed.

  Rixen pumped deep and came, thorns of pleasure/pain sinking into his neck, the small of his back, his groin. Too much. A bellow broke from his mouth as come squirted from his cock into his mate’s tightness, her tiny muscles stroking him like a fist. He’d waited so long, locked up his desire in chains, keeping it confined to his mind. And now he’d been gifted perfection. It hurt. Hurt so bad, even as he relieved his balls of their incredible weight. Only when he was half spent did the relief roar in to save him. Rixen threw back his head and shouted Morgan’s name at the ceiling, his hips continuing to fuck, fuck, fuck through the utter bliss of breeding his mate.

  Hours seemed to pass as the moisture left him, rolling down the insides of their thighs like cake batter, making a puddle on the bedclothes and spreading, spreading. His female would be pregnant come the morning light. There wasn’t a fucking doubt in his mind. His soul.

  His heart.

  At the reminder of the organ in his chest—how fast she’d claimed it—Rixen’s attention flew to Morgan where her head lolled on the pillows. “My gift,” he choked out. “Oh, my sweet gift. I was so rough. I was…” He slid down her body, leaving kisses on her face, chest, belly, before climbing back up to claim her mouth. “You’ve seen the man and the beast now, Morgan. Tell me you aren’t afraid of either. Because mean or not…the beast means what he says. You’re mine. I’ll do anything to keep you. I need you so bad.”

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