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“Because I needed you,” she said in a rush, climbing his hips with restless thighs, trying to entice him into thrusting. Hard enough that she would see stars. “Isn’t that enough?”

“Tell me all of it, my gift.”

Morgan made a frustrated sound. “Because you’re special. You’re important. You’re more than worthy of me, and I wanted them to know it. I wanted them to hear it.” Rixen gave her a single hard drive and she cried out, her heels digging into the meat of his ass. “B-but now I can’t think of anything but you. There’s just you.”

Their eyes locked and something turned over in Morgan’s chest. Something huge and scary. Wanting to avoid it and focus simply on the pleasure, she leaned in and coaxed Rixen’s sculpted mouth into a kiss. A kiss that quickly turned into a frenzy, his hips bucking in time with his tongue, the slant of his head.

“My Morgan,” he rasped in between a hurried meeting of tongues. “I thought my maker would send me a mere partner. A suitable mate. Instead I’ve found the missing piece to my soul. I’ve found my reason for being on this earth.”

Her heart squeezed hard enough to steal her breath. “Rixen…”

“Shhh. We have time to speak of these things.” He groaned into a door-rattling thrust. Then another. Another. “Now I must breed you. Your body demands it.”

“Does it?”

He pressed their cheeks together and gave an uneven nod, his breath turning labored. “Close your eyes. Feel how your cunt begs Daddy to fill it with his come.”

Those words alone had the power to push Morgan over the edge, but with the last of her coherency, she did as Rixen asked. Because obeying him in this position felt natural. Felt right. Not to mention hot. Her eyelids fell, her focus dropping to their joined lower bodies. And oh my God, Rixen was right. Her sex clenched and rippled around him, stroking him to release without a formal command from her brain. It worshipped him, tightening and releasing around the incredible length of his manhood, root to tip. Begging.

“Don’t make me beg too hard, Daddy,” Morgan whispered, arching her back. “I have the taste of you in my mouth, now I want it everywhere.”

That set him off, his hips brutalizing her with a wicked pace. Again, she heard whispers on the other side of the door but ignored them. Could think of nothing else but Rixen’s hardness filling her over and over, smacking her bottom up against the door with the force of his movements. “My seed will drip down your legs as we walk home. You will smile and leave it to dry in the sun.”

“Yes, Daddy!” she screamed, the tide inside her beginning to rise. “Give me it.”

Rixen tossed back his head and roared, giving her three final pumps, before grinding her into the door with his huge member—and the world fragmented around her. Again, she screamed, her muscles seizing, entire body shaking where she remained pinned like a rag doll against the door by her big enforcer. In the throes, Rixen socked a fist into the wall beside her head, his jagged moan accompanying the sluicing sound between their bodies. Bodies melded, trying to climb inside one another. Rixen gave another stuttered thrust. Another. He shook violently and in turn, so did she. Wet heat flooded Morgan and she swore she could feel her body absorbing as much as possible. Desperately. Craving the planting of Rixen’s seed. When she thought he’d finished, he only kept her thighs aloft in strong hands, slowly fucking into Morgan the rest of what he had inside himself.

He looked her in the eyes while he did it. While her body clamored to keep what he gave her. “Rixen,” she breathed.

“Morgan.” He smacked a fist to his left pec, right over his heart. “My Morgan.”

She could only nod, the future still unclear…but slowly beginning to take shape.

No one would ever make her feel this safe, this loved, this desired ever again. It just didn’t happen twice. Her youth and inexperience didn’t matter—it was fact. This thing between them was not typical. It was…amazing.

“Take me home,” she said, laying her head on his chest.

Inside it, Rixen’s heart thundered. “Always, my gift.”

They took a while to get dressed and hold each other, Rixen unable to stop kissing her neck, face and knuckles, his smile coming more and more easily. And minutes later, Morgan couldn’t admit to more than a little smugness when Rixen carried her limp body past his brothers and out the door, neither one of them sparing the idiots a glance.

Chapter 8

Rixen

The next twenty-four hours were the happiest of Rixen’s life. Morgan seemed to relax once they left his brother’s home. He stopped fearing she would run every time he turned his back or left the room. Every once in a while, he even caught her watching him. Lustfully. A fact he still couldn’t wrap his mind around. This angel with big turquoise eyes and a compassionate heart wanted him. Wanted his cock inside her at all hours of the day, to be exact.

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