Riley & Kane Bundle

by Alexa Riley

  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.”

  Her blue eyes were drowsy as she smiled. “You’re right. I wasn’t alone. I liked watching you forget yourself.” A blush climbed her cheeks. “It makes me want to lose myself even more next time.”

  Rixen fell on her with a groan, burying his face in her neck. “I’m not worthy of you.”

  After a few seconds, her fingers slipped into his hair and their bodies turned toward one another, legs twining together in a sleep pose. “I think you are, Rixen,” she murmured into a lazy tongue kiss. “I think you are.”

  He fell asleep with a thank you to his maker on his lips…no idea that tomorrow would bring yet another test.

  Chapter Five

  Morgan

  Swear to God, she’d meant to escape last night. Her last thought upon falling asleep was, as soon as he falls asleep, I’m blowing this surprisingly tasteful joint. And then she’d snuggled closer into the warm, protective embrace of Rixen, the alligator-wrestling man beast and dropped into the most complete unconscious state of her life. A meteor could have torn off the ceiling of the one-bedroom house and she would have yawned into her new, favorite chest
hair pillow and gone back to sleepy town.

  Well wasn’t that just terrifying? Honestly, she’d believed herself to be a mentally tough individual, able to remain objective and maintain her eye on a goal. That was before all sorts of things had happened, though. Like sex. Not just sex, though. She didn’t even know how to begin describing what took place in Rixen’s massive four-poster bed.

  Morgan had been picturing her first sexual encounter for years. She usually got about halfway through a fantasy before the guy turned into some awkward, gangly spit machine. Or a jackhammering frat asshole. Somewhere along the line, she’d just decided to forgo the whole experience. After all, her friends were always complaining about sex being less than fulfilling. And in the midst of all that unfulfilling sex, they—for some inexplicable reason—decided to devote all their time and attention to the dude providing it. Morgan did not get it.

  Expectation versus reality was a crazy thing. Even after the greatest oral sex she could have imagined in her non-existent scope of experience, she’d still expected Rixen to hammer away at her privates until she started reciting the alphabet to distract herself. Yeah. But no. He’d fucked her into another level of existence, instead.

  Apparently, Morgan hadn’t been into dating all these years because she had a type. And that type was a big, hairy, possessive daddy. Unfortunately, Rixen was her kidnapper. She could not forget that. This little reprieve from real life could not last. She had college in the fall. A mother who was probably worried about her, despite their vast differences. Also, she couldn’t just ditch civilization for the bayou! For a man who thought she was an angel sent from on high.

  As soon as she got a chance, she would make her move.

  The moment the decision cemented itself in Morgan’s mind, she got an awful cramp in her belly. As if sensing her discomfort, Rixen shifted behind her in the bed, his face nuzzling into her hair. “You must be starved,” he rumbled, the deep resonance of his voice plucking harp strings inside of her. He scooted his huge furnace of a body close, rubbing his erection between the cheeks of her ass. Morgan opened her mouth with a silent moan. “I will feed you something small. We feast today so you’ll want to be hungry.”

  “Feast?”

  “Yes.” He trailed his open mouth along the curve of her shoulder. “I’m going to introduce you to my brothers and their wives. They live nearby and will cook for us. I sent them word last night that you’d arrived.”

  “You…were awake last night?” She felt herself turn red. “Was I drooling?”

  Rixen went up on an elbow. “Do you think there is a single thing you could do I wouldn’t find adorable, Morgan?”

  Running for the hills, probably.

  An awful twist took place in her stomach, but she smiled through it. “Only time will tell.”

  Beneath the covers, the fingers of his free hand lingered low on her belly. “My gift. If you weren’t sore, you’d be face down for your daddy right now.”

  Heat ripped through the tender muscles south of her belly button, making Morgan suck in a shaky breath. “You’re not supposed to say things like that with the lights on…are you?”

  “I’m not sure you’re supposed to call me Daddy. But I like it.” He ran a finger along the valley of her hip. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Although I haven’t called you that yet.”

  “You will.” Gently, he sank his teeth into the nape of her neck. “You’ll scream it.”

  Morgan was prepared to roll over and beg for more beast action, soreness be damned, but Rixen rose from the bed and dragged on a pair of ancient jeans, looking pretty smug as he strode from the room with an erection tenting his fly. “Rest now. I’ll call you when breakfast is ready.”

  As Rixen sauntered from the room with the air of a man who’d just gotten hard-core laid, Morgan couldn’t help but smile at his back. The big fella’s confidence had tripled since last night. Words spoken in the darkness came back to her in a wave and her smile slipped. Why wouldn’t he be confident? She’d referred to herself as his mate. In the heat of the moment, she’d meant it, too. Even now, his possession lingered on her skin like a brand. But he wouldn’t really hold her to that, would he? Wasn’t it the general rule that words spoken at the height of passion didn’t roll over into the next day? Just like cell phone minutes.

  You’re an idiot. Of course he took you seriously.

  So now she didn’t merely have to escape a man who believed her to be his forever angel. She had to run away when he thought the feelings he already harbored for her were mutual. And they weren’t.

  Were they?

  “No,” Morgan stressed to herself and she scooted off the bed’s edge, turning in a haphazard circle looking for something to cover her nudity. Her clothes were in the bathroom, but she’d have to cross through the living room and kitchen space to get there. She felt sticky and in need of a shower—not sexy—so she grabbed a shirt out of Rixen’s bureau, laughing when it dropped down past her knees.

  On the way out of the room, she stopped to scan his bookshelf. The Modern Kama Sutra. The Art of Cunnilingus. What Her Body is Telling You. “Talk about being prepared,” she murmured, running a finger along the spines. “It definitely paid off.”

  What if another woman had gotten lost in this bayou before Morgan? Would she have received the benefits of What Her Body is Telling You? A spiky ball of jealousy refused to be swallowed as she stomped into the kitchen and threw herself into a kitchen chair.

  Rixen raised an eyebrow at her from the stove, his magnificent back muscles fighting for attention as he turned at the waist. “What’s troubling you, Morgan?”

  She crossed her arms, her scowl deepening when her stomach growled loud enough to wake the dead. Obviously she was hangry. That’s all this was. “Nothing. I’m not jealous.” Her face flamed. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

  He flipped off the flame on the stove and approached her, brows knitted together. “What makes you jealous?”

  Morgan studied her nails. “Your books. Were you just sitting here thinking of women all this time? All the ways you wanted to touch them?”

  “No, I thought of you. I thought of…” He seemed to be searching for an explanation. “Warmth. Hope. But there was no face for my dream until you arrived. Now yours is the only face I will ever see.” Before Morgan could process those words—or the fluttering they created inside her—Rixen plucked her from the chair, holding her against his chest. “I will burn the books. I will only study you from now on.”

  “You don’t have to do that,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist, inhaling the intoxicating scent of soap and male from his neck. “But I won’t stop you.”

  His rusty laugh sent a smile breaking across her face. But soon his mirth turned into a low moan of need. “I can’t hold you like this much longer, my gift.” His hands dropped to her backside and abused it with rough hands. “Not without filling your pussy with come.”

  Morgan’s core constricted so hard, she saw stars. “Do it. Please.”

  “No, we will be late to my brother’s house. And I need to be sure you’re not pleasing your daddy at the cost of your own pain.” Their mouths tangled in a damp, hungry kiss, Morgan reeling over the lust generated inside her by that title. Daddy. “Later I will have time to prepare you with my mouth and ease into your cunt so slow, you will not feel any pain when the beast comes out to play.”

  I want to play with him now. She almost screeched the words but forced herself to stay silent as Rixen let her slide slowly down his body, their sexes dragging over one another. His expression was one of regret as he stepped away and continued to prepare her breakfast. “You did not notice your present on the table?”

  Frowning, Morgan scanned the surface of the beautiful antique tabletop. And when her gaze landed on the Nikon FM10, her jaw dropped. “Wait. This is your camera?”

  He hesitated to answer while flipping the stove burner back on. “Possession is nine tenths of th
e law.”

  “Rixen.”

  “A tourist did not fare so well with the alligators,” he said on a sigh. “That was his camera. Now it’s yours.”

  Morgan pursed her lips. “I should be more conflicted about this.” She picked up the camera and turned it on, checking the settings. There was an unused roll of film inside and she immediately lifted the viewfinder to her eyes and…possibilities exploded in every corner of the room. Rixen. God, she could photograph him all day. From his granite face to his mammoth body to the gentleness in his eyes when he watched her sometimes. Like he was doing now. Breathless, she lowered the camera. “It’s a great camera. Mine is newer, but it’s lacking something. Character, maybe? You would feel the pictures writing themselves on the film with this camera.”

  Rixen’s expression was unreadable. “You love it. Taking pictures.”

  “Yeah. I do. I…”

  He set down a plate of eggs and butter-slathered toast in front of her. “You what?”

  Morgan bought herself some time to answer by biting into the bread—and oh my god. It was the most delicious bread she’d ever tasted. “Mmmm. Um.” She swallowed. “I do love photography. But I love the leisure of it. Does that make sense? I’m kind of dreading it becoming a job. Will I still love it if I’m forced or on a deadline? I don’t know.” She took another bite and fell back in her chair. “Did you make this bread yourself?”

  Rixen grunted an absent confirmation and sat down across from her, rubbing a thumb along his bottom lip. “It sounds like you weren’t looking forward too much to college.”

  “Weren’t? As in, past tense.” She stopped chewing and set the hunk of bread down. “That’s one way to remind me I’m being held against my will.”