by Alexa Riley
“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 breasts.
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.
Glancing around, he saw some of the men on their bikes turning to glance at them, knowing they saw what he did. A ripe young woman, hips wide from child birth. Her cut-off jean shorts so high that the flesh of her ass could be seen from behind them. Her plaid shirt tied up tight, showing off her full breasts that were close to spilling out. Could they smell that she was ready for breeding? Because he could.
Rixen knew her body better than the home he built with his bare hands. She’d given him many children over the last eight years, but right now her body was craving another. As her hand continued to slide lower down his stomach, he grunted at the men who dared to turn their gaze on what’s his.
He and Morgan walked a short way to the edge of the farmers market. It was a shaded area nearby, out of the view of the market, but still within sight of the men on motorcycles who leered at them. His hands roamed down her back and to her ass as he glared over her shoulder at the people watching.
“Rixen.” There was a whine to her voice as she looked up at him with big bright eyes.
“Do you need it?” he asked, pulling her flush against him to let her feel that which could ease her ache.
“I can’t wait,” Morgan whispered, dipping her hand low in his overalls to cup his heavy length.
Rixen gla
nced back to the bikers and saw that most of them had taken his warning stares seriously and turned away. But there was one man among them who refused to cast his eyes down. He leered at the sweetness Morgan carried between her legs. The man had a fat stomach, a bald head, and a long gray beard. He wouldn’t be worthy of smelling the dirt she walked on, yet he licked his lips with envy as he watched them.
Suddenly, both of Morgan’s hands dove down into Rixen’s overalls, vigorously rubbing him. This was a public place, but she was used to the swamp where they fucked out in the open regularly. The instant she had the urge he was taking her to the nearest surface or on the ground without hesitation. Right now, she was nearly shaking with want, and Rixen couldn’t deny her.
He glanced to the man on the bike, who lit a cigarette and rubbed his hand over his crotch, no doubt growing hard for her. She was Rixen’s angel, though, and no one would ever take her from him.
“Over here,” he grunted as he pulled her closer and took her down a short alley nearby. It was far enough from the crowd of people, but the biker could still watch if he really wanted to.
“I don’t know why I’m so worked up,” Morgan said, quickly reaching for the buttons of her shorts.
Rixen spun her around and pushed her against the wall as he dragged her shorts down just below her ass. Unbuttoning his overalls, he let the front flap down and reached in to pull out his wet length. Morgan had already lubed him up with the liquid he’d been leaking since they got to town. His aggression and anger had only fueled his desire to breed her, and now with eyes on her, he needed to mark his territory.
Grabbing the root of his cock, he slid it between her ass cheeks and down to where her pussy was hot and sticky. She’d made a mess of her shorts already, dampening the inside seam. She didn’t bother with things like underwear anymore because it only slowed him down. And for moments like now, he was thankful for easy access to her honey hole.
He grunted as he shoved himself all the way in and covered her mouth with one of his hands. He was sweaty and pressed against her back, already soaking the shirt she had on. He was animalistic as he rutted on her, and she cried out for him to fuck her harder.
There was a sound nearby and he turned to the opening of the alley, where the biker was standing. Rage and possession washed over Rixen as he positioned himself to cover Morgan. He snarled at the man so wildly that it caused him to take a step back in fear. Rixen could only imagine the crazy look in his eyes, his wild hair, and his sweaty muscles bulging out as he protected his woman.
The guy must have been terrified because he practically tripped over his own feet as he stumbled back and out of sight. Rixen watched the opening and saw a few stray figures move about, but no one knew what was happening between him and Morgan.
“So close,” she whispered, and he leaned down, gently biting the muscle along her neck.
He slid one hand down her stomach and between her legs to play with her pussy. It was slick from her secret syrup dripping on him, and he dipped his fingers in to play with it.
“Rixen, baby, that’s it,” she breathed as she pushed her round ass against him, meeting his hard, heavy thrusts.
He would never do anything to displease his woman, and so he ground his teeth and waited on the moment when she found her pleasure before he sought his own. When he could feel the warmth of her passion drip down his sac and coat his thighs, he finally allowed himself the privilege of coming inside her womb.
He placed a hand over her lower belly, rubbing softly as his come filled her up. She was ripe right now, and he knew she desired another baby. Rixen would always give his Morgan what she wanted, and there wouldn’t be anything to stop that.
“Take me home,” Morgan said in a sleepy voice as she turned in his arms, forcing his cock to leave her warmth. She slid her naked, creamy pussy against his slick cock, up and down, as if nudging for more.
“Do you have more need, my gift?” he asked, sliding his length between her swollen lips.
As if to answer him, she rolled her hips, letting the tip of his cock slide into her opening, just the tip dipping back into the blended creation they made just seconds ago.
“Take me back to the swamp. I want to make another baby in our special place,” she said as Rixen reached down and pulled her shorts up to cover her.
He resented the fact that he couldn’t fuck her while he carried her home, but when he was inside her he was distracted. He needed to be completely focused when it came to protecting her, and he couldn’t do that and make her come at the same time.
“Anything for you, sweet angel,” Rixen said as he dipped his fingers into her shorts and between her pussy lips. He pulled them out and sucked on them, wanting the taste of her on his tongue as they made their way back home.
It wouldn’t be enough to satisfy his desire for her, but it would be enough to keep him from losing control until he could have her again.
THE END
Now You’ve Done It
Chapter One
Gavin
Gavin was at the end of his rope.
Men weren’t built to sustain this kind of physical torture. Coming from a former POW, that was saying something. He’d survived a year of grueling treatment at the hands of the enemy, refusing to flinch. At this point, he’d almost prefer to be waterboarded instead of watching Tawny prance past him one more time in an ass-tight skirt.
God help him, his cock stayed hard twenty-four hours a day.
Wrong. It was wrong to hunger for his ward, but his body didn’t want to listen. Five feet nothing of sweet virgin female slept in the room across the hall, wrapped in silk sheets while he masturbated at the thought of sneaking into her room, parting her thighs and hearing her gasp. What he wouldn’t give to find out what she liked. Slow, fast, gentle, mean, on her belly. She’d become a woman since they’d moved in together out of necessity, and he knew she was experiencing urges. Not meeting those urges with his own was turning him inside out. Sexual frustration didn’t even begin to cover it. He was slowly going insane.
So be it. He would lose his mind. There was no way in hell he would take advantage of the trust instilled in him by his best friend. Gavin hadn’t been alone in that enemy prison, and before the life of his best friend had been taken, Gavin made a vow. To return home and look after Tawny. He hadn’t expected her to be the most incredible female on this green goddamn earth. So incredible he hadn’t looked at or thought about another woman in years. Not since the day he laid eyes on his ward.
Gavin couldn’t blink without seeing her pout—and yeah, he’d been seeing a lot of it lately. Since her eighteenth birthday, she’d been rebelling with greater frequency. The hem of her skirts had risen, enough that she flashed her tiny panties every time they sat down to share a meal at the dining room table. Whereas they used to watch television together at night on the couch, Tawny now locked herself in her room. Maybe it made him a pathetic old man, though he was only forty-one, but he missed the time they used to spend together. The girl was smart as hell. Funny. She didn’t suffer fools and had been accepted into one of the top journalism schools. God, he was proud. He’d obviously done something to piss her off, though, because he’d seen more eye rolls than a high school cafeteria lately.
And damn if that didn’t make him want to paddle her ass.
Familiar footsteps journeyed down the stairs, and Gavin’s hands flexed on the table. Here she comes. Gavin’s cock stretched in his jeans in anticipation. He forgot all about his breakfast as Tawny flounced into the kitchen. No. He wanted to lunge from the table and growl that word in her ear. If he thought her skirts were short before, he hadn’t been prepared for the dental floss shorts she was wearing today. Standing up wasn’t an option, though, was it? Not with ten inches of flesh trying to pry his jeans open.
She winked at him on her way to the coffee pot, flicking her long chocolate-colored hair over her shoulder, as if she knew. Little girl had no idea. No clue what his sick imagination conjured up when the hou
se quieted down at night. They were things he felt ashamed about in the light of day, even though he damn well knew he’d stroke off to them again and again. Probably as soon as she strutted out the door.
Gavin stabbed his breakfast with his fork but couldn’t bring himself to eat a bite. “Where do you think you’re going in that bullshit outfit?”
Tawny took her sweet time doctoring her coffee, humming around a savoring sip. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He stopped just short of pounding his fist on the table. Don’t do it. Don’t let her know much you care. How violently jealous he was of every man who dared lay eyes on her. And before she started hating him, they’d done everything together. Shopped for groceries, gone out to dinner, raced go-karts. So Gavin knew exactly how much attention Tawny drew. “Just want to make sure you’re going somewhere safe.”
Gavin tensed as Tawny glided toward the table, setting her coffee mug down right beside his plate. “Is that the only reason?” She trailed a fingertip along the breadth of his back while he concentrated on keeping his breathing even. “You just want to make sure I’ll be safe?”
“Yes,” he rasped. “I don’t take my promise to your father lightly.” A shadow crossed her face and she stepped away. Against his better judgment, Gavin snagged her wrist and kept her close. “How have you…been lately? I haven’t heard you have any nightmares.”
They locked eyes and for a second, Gavin glimpsed the old Tawny. The one who used to turn around and blow kisses at him when he dropped her off at school. “I still have them,” she whispered, before tugging her wrist away. “Why does it matter? It’s not as if you’d come comfort me if you did hear.”
