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“You didn’t want to run from your daddy, did you, Morgan?”
“No,” she choked out, forgetting her resolve to stay quiet.
“No. You love him, don’t you?” He slowed down, making his thrusts thorough, luxurious. Mindblowing. “You love these bad things he does to you. And he loves doing them.”
“H-harder,” she whimpered, scrambling to the precipice of her climax. “Faster.”
“If you want harder and faster, I need to hear what you said to me back in the kitchen.” He moaned and laid a loud slap on her buttocks. “You know what I want to hear. Again.”
Yes. I want to say them. Morgan’s fingers curled into the dirt, her flesh giving a hot clench. The words were right on the tip of her tongue when two police officers burst through the brush, guns drawn. Their eyes widened at the sight that greeted them. Morgan gasped and went still, but Rixen didn’t stop his deep drives into her weeping body. His right hand slid from her hip to her breast, cupping and squeezing it, his mouth nipping at her earlobe. And God help her, she groaned and pushed her ass higher on his stomach, wanting more.
“Say it, Morgan,” he rasped, increasing the pace of his pumps. “Let these men know you’ve been a willing victim for Daddy. Let them know you’ve been letting me fuck your tight little cunt any which way I choose.”
Oh my God. Could she do this?
There was something decidedly wrong about these two police officers watching Rixen take her in the mud. Wasn’t there? Their eyes bulged out of their heads, but they couldn’t seem to bring themselves to look away. No, they just continued to stare, wiping sweat from their brow and upper lip. Why didn’t her body seem to care they had an audience? The pressure inside her raced to capacity and her thighs started to shake. And most of all—most of all—she wanted that hot flood of Rixen’s seed inside her. Wanted it to fill every corner of her body and drip down her thighs. There was no way to stop herself from vocalizing that wish.
“Breed me, Daddy,” she moaned, her breasts bouncing with thrusts designed to break, to punish, to own, but she withstood them, knowing they signaled Rixen’s undoing. An undoing she craved more than anything else in this world. “Fill me up, Daddy. I’m sorry I ran away. I’ll be a good girl from now on.”
“See that you are,” he shouted, slapping her backside again. “I’m going to get this pussy either way, though, aren’t I? You love giving up this pretty pink fuck hole. All for Rixen.”
“Yes!” she screamed, her need finding its outlet. “Just Rixen.”
The heat powered through her, rendering her mute for long seconds as her body endured the insane tumult of pleasure. Her fingers turned into claws, sinking into the dirt, while Rixen bellowed his release behind her, thrusting into her spasming flesh. Jesus, she couldn’t seem to stop shaking, her cries turning hoarse. The fruit of Rixen’s loins slicked down the insides of her legs and still he pumped like a demon, grinding himself as deeply as possible. Making his mark. No doubt impregnating her, if he hadn’t done so already.
Moments passed as the last of Rixen’s need left his body. When Morgan would have fallen face first into the dirt, Rixen drew her back, seating her on his bent legs. He tugged her discarded T-shirt down over her head, holding her there. “Turn your backs now or you will meet the same fate as the cougar,” he called to the police.
Miraculously, after some awkward eye contact, they did as they were told.
“My gift,” he murmured in Morgan’s ear, kissing her there. “I have not done right by you today. I have not behaved like a man worthy of such an angel.”
She turned to meet his eyes over her shoulder, her heart flipping over at the anguish there. “Rixen…”
“Letting you go would be my living nightmare, Morgan. I expected to love you. But I didn’t expect to be in love with you to the point of pain.” He gave an audible swallow. “When you ran from me, I realized what I’ve done. I’ve asked you to choose between me and your life, the same way your parents asked to you to choose between them. I’ve hurt you in my selfishness.”
“What are you saying?”
He looked away for several beats, turmoil raging in his eyes. “I won’t ask you to choose. I won’t force you to be unhappy. I can’t. Not when I love you so much.”
The breath froze in her lungs. “You’re letting me go?”
His huge chest shuddered up and down. “I’m giving you freedom and praying you’ll stay,” he rasped, pushing the hair out of her face. “With every ounce of blood in my body, I need my angel to be happy. My Morgan.”
Tears she’d been unaware of fell from her eyes, blazing a trail down her cheeks. What do I do? Common sense shouted in one ear that she couldn’t possibly live in the Everglades indefinitely. With her kidnapper. Those thoughts forced Morgan to her feet. Feeling as though her organs were being smashed in a trash compactor, she took one shaky step toward the police. Two. Three. Of course she had to go back to her life. She had parents, friends, acceptance to college in the fall.
The farther she got from Rixen, though, the more her entire being rebelled. A sob rose in her throat and shook her entire body on the way out. All those kisses, his body curved protectively around her in the night. His voice, his smile, even his unfounded insecurities. The way he looked at her, as if he couldn’t believe his fortune. Much the way she stopped and looked back at him now. This wasn’t some crazy rapid form of Stockholm’s.
No, she’d…fallen in love with Rixen.
Morgan had never been a believer in fate or some almighty power, but in that second she knew with total certainty that she had been sent here. Maneuvered here by some unseen force to be with this man, in this life. All along, she’d thought him crazy to call her a gift, but her heart knew it to be the truth now. She and Rixen weren’t meant to be apart. Couldn’t she feel that now when her heart was trying to rip itself clean from her body to find him?
“I’m staying,” she murmured to the cops, more tears leaving her eyes. “Tell my mother I’ll get in contact as soon as I can, but…I can’t leave. I’m n-never leaving.”
Rixen had been slumped in the dirt, fists bunched, his jaw ready to crack from the agony of letting her go. At her words, though, he rose slowly to his feet, his expression one of a man who is afraid to believe. “My gift. You…are staying?”
“Yes,” she called, running back in his direction. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He caught her up in his arms, swinging her in a circle. “I can’t believe it.” He dropped hard kisses all over her cheeks, eyelids and mouth. “You will not regret it, Morgan. I will live to make you happy. Every day of your life.”
“I know. I know you will.” She took his face in her hands. “I love you, too, Rixen.”
Still holding her, he fell to his knees, whispering prayers of thankfulness to his maker, rocking her in the dirt. And that’s where they stayed, long after the police gave up and left, leaving the soul mates to their happy ever after in the bayou shade.
Epilogue
Rixen
About a year later…
Rixen cradled his sleeping baby girl in one arm, pushing open the screen door with the other. As soon as he had Morgan in his sights, he relaxed. She’d been living with him in the Everglades for almost a year, but he still worried whenever she left the house. When she’d decided to stay with him, he’d begun training her to protect herself. His adorable little wife was now packing heat in the waistband of her sexy jean shorts and could name every kind of species of plant and animal in their bayou home. Upon learning she was pregnant, she’d been determined to know everything she could to protect their child and herself.
God, Rixen was proud of her. She was more than he could have hoped for in a wife and mother. Resourceful, sweet, nurturing. Sometimes he lay awake at night and crept out of their room so he could pray on hands and knees on the porch to the forces that brought Morgan to him. More often than not, he would reenter their bedroom, full of hunger, needing to worship her for becoming his world. For choosing him.
In the distance, Morgan raised her camera and clicked, capturing one of the muskrat scampering past on an overhead branch. No doubt, like all her photographs, it would be extraordinary. He’d added the dark room onto the side of the house the same week she’d decided to remain in the swamp. Best thing he’d ever done with his hands, besides touch his wife. She never failed to emerge from her workspace exhilarated. Happy. Wanting to tell him all about her newest shots.
She’d once told him her dream was to live in a place, learn its secrets and take pictures of them. That’s exactly what she’d done. Last month, she’d submitted her picture book to a publisher in the mail and received serious interest. Now she was working on completing the work for publication. Had he mentioned he was proud of her?
It took some time, but her mother was also proud and approved of her daughter’s decision to remain with Rixen in the bayou. Anyone who spent longer than five minutes in their presence knew they were in love and could not be separated—her mother was no different. When she’d come to visit, she’d been visibly alarmed at the depth of Rixen’s devotion to Morgan, but as her visit wore on, she admitted to dreaming of finding the same in a man someday. Even Rixen’s own brothers were beginning to come around more often with their wives. They still occasionally ribbed Rixen, but thanks to his wife, he now had the confidence to joke right back. Another aspect of his life strengthened by his gift.
Now, Morgan bent over to focus on something in the grass with her viewfinder. The jean shorts rode high on the backs of her thighs, revealing the bottom swell of her ass. Rixen grew hard in his pants, same as he’d been this morning. Same as he’d been last night and pretty much constantly. Getting enough of his wife’s pussy was one dream they were no closer to realizing than they’d been a year ago. He fucked her every chance they got. On the floor, in the shower, outside in the dirt, in the dark room. Every time the baby dozed off, Morgan got that look in her eye that said she needed Daddy. He was all too happy to make a visit.
As Rixen watched from the porch, his wife turned and gave him a little pout, one hand lifting to unbutton the tight flannel shirt he’d bought her on his last trip into town. No bra. She never wore a bra, his incredible angel. And her horny tits revealed themselves now in the parted material, nipples so hard he could almost feel them abrading his tongue where he stood.
Beginning to pant, Rixen returned inside and laid down the baby in her basinet, unfastening his pants as he returned to his wife. His cock pushed free and hung heavily in the vee of his zipper. Morgan was halfway up the porch when he walked outside and they both moaned, needing to come together so bad, they were shaking.
Rixen wrapped her hair in a fist, tilting her face back. “Take off the shorts and mount your daddy.”
“Yes,” she whispered, fumbling with her zipper. “I need you.”
As soon as the denim hit the floor, he lifted her and she wrapped those sweet thighs around his hips, her mouth falling open on a whimper. “You need this cock,” he gritted out, slapping her bare backside. “You need to be fucked and bred.”
“Oh my God. Please.”
Rixen turned and backed his wife up against the house, positioning his dick at her tight entrance and thrusting into her dripping heat. She screamed and buried her heels in the flesh of his ass. Damn. Every time was the first time. He never got used to how perfectly she clamped around his flesh, tempting his come to the forefront. Maybe it was the way he’d been reflecting earlier, but a punch of emotion climbed his throat. “Still can’t believe you’re mine. Still can’t believe I get to make this life with you, angel.” He buried himself deeper, his mouth seeking hers, kissing her until she ran out of breath. “Tell me again you’re staying forever.”
“Forever,” she gasped. “Forever, my gift.”
Epilogue
Morgan
Six years later…
All the kids were helping plant vegetables in the garden with her sisters-in-law. It took a long time for Rixen’s kin to come around, but they managed to find their way. His brothers didn’t belittle him like they once did, and they learned to keep their mouth shut in order to keep Rixen and Morgan in their lives.
“Should we do an extra bed of tomatoes? They did so well last year,” Morgan asked the women, who nodded in agreement.
Morgan went around and snapped a few pictures of her children. Seeing them with their dark hair and big smiles, her heart squeezed in her chest. She never knew love like this could be possible and it was all because of Rixen.
Rixen was out early this morning to chop some wood so that she could use it to create more beds for the crops. He was always so eager and ready to do anything she wanted, and as her mind drifted back to when he came home for lunch, she recalled just how eager her man could be.
“Mama, I can’t find Sugar Britches,” her youngest said, looking around on the ground.
The teddy bear that Rixen made for their little girl was normally glued to her hand. It was unlike her to put it down, so Morgan knew it must be close by.
“We’ll find it, baby girl.” She set her camera down on the picnic table and walked around, looking on the ground for it.
The children were with her sisters next to the house as she walked farther away, thinking she probably didn’t come this far, but she should check just to be sure. Just as she thought it was time to turn around and go back, a movement out of the corner of her eye caught her off guard, and then the sound that followed gave her chills.
Suddenly it was like the first time she came to the swamp as she stared down a gator. There hadn’t been one in these parts since the day she agreed to be Rixen’s. Mostly because he made it his duty to clear the land of them and make it safe for their babies.
But here she was, right in front of this mammoth beast. Now she was the only thing that stood between the gator and the children. Lucky for Morgan, Rixen taught her well. Instead of running scared or waiting on him to save her, she widened her stance and planted her combat boots in the mud. She reached down in her boot and pulled out the bowie knife that Rixen gave her on their first anniversary.
She watched the animal just like Rixen taught her and waited for it to make the first move. His black eyes watched hers, and for a second, she thought he might just disappear back into the water. But this beast would be dangerous to have running loose around here, and she wasn’t about to let him get away.
Morgan felt her heartbeat in her ears and after a long pause of anticipation, the bastard lunged forward. His powerful jaws tried to snap at her leg, but she was too quick for him as she leapt up and jumped on his back and grabbed him by the underside of his mouth with one hand, while the knife went to his throat with the other.
“Morgan!” She looked up to see Rixen breathing hard, like he just ran a mile as fast as he could to get to her.
She smiled as she made the cut, ending the gator’s life and protecting what she loved most in the world. Her family.
She dropped the knife before she stood up and leapt into Rixen’s arms. He caught her, spun her around and kissed her hard as the adrenaline of what just happened settled in. He did this for her. He gave her the gift of all that was around them and taught her to be brave in the face of danger. Before she came to live here, before she became his gift, she wouldn’t have survived what just happened. He’d given her so much more than she dreamed possible.
“My angel, you could have died.” There was pain in Rixen’s eyes, but also relief.
“You wouldn’t let that happen,” she said, kissing him.
“Never.” His hands gripped her ass and rubbed her against his growing cock.
His bare chest was covered in sweat and he smelled like fresh-cut wood. The children played by the house, none the wiser to what just took place. She glanced back at them and then to Rixen. As if reading her mind, he carried her over to the patch of grass nearby and lay down on it, with her straddling him. He reached between them, taking his cock out before his hands went under her shirt to her bare br
easts.
Her shorts were loose enough that she could slide his cock inside them, and into her. Within seconds she was riding him hard, as all the fears of what might have been fell away. With every pump of his cock and rock of her hips, she lost herself in Rixen.
Epilogue
Rixen
Eight years later…
Rixen’s hand tightened around Morgan’s as they walked through the market. He should have trusted his instincts from the beginning and kept her at home. But she begged so pretty this morning when he said he was going into town.
She’d been into town plenty of times with him before, but he had a feeling that today was going to be trouble when he pulled up to see all the motorcycles lining Main Street.
There was a small town a few miles away from their paradise in the swamp, and they only went in when they needed supplies. Rixen liked being at home with his family, where he was king and could protect what’s his. Out here in the city, he was exposed, and the feeling was unsettling.
“I can see your back tensing up,” Morgan said, trailing her fingers down his spine.
Just that touch had the base of his cock thickening. He could feel the sticky sweat on the inside of his thigh where his length hung, sweaty inside his overalls. He ached for Morgan to slide her hand down inside and rub him there, reassuring him that she belonged to him.
Seeing all these men around her had him ready to bend her over and mount her in the middle of the street to prove his dominance and ownership over her.
Rixen wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close to his side. He took her hand and put it down the front of his jean bib, rubbing her hand over his stomach and chest hair. He was shirtless, just the way she liked him, and he could practically hear her purr as she explored him further.