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“You’re welcome. Is my perfect broodmare ready to take her first dose of cum for the day? You’re already filled, but one more load, and I think I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself while our families are here.” His tone is stern, but the wide grin on his face makes my stomach swoop with love and lust and happiness.

“Do your worst, Mr. Morris. Put a baby in me.”

Gently rolling me to my belly, he lifts my hips, positioning me on my knees with my ass high in the air and my upper body resting on the mattress. “Curl your spine, baby. I want to get this load as deep as possible.”

I hadn’t noticed the plug until he starts to slowly tug it free, pushing it back in, only to tug it almost out again. His talented fingers find my clit and within moments, I’m pushing into his hands, riding the plug like a horny fucking…broodmare, eager for a dick. And scarily, that’s how I feel. My body is sore, I’m tired and more than sated after several rounds of sex, but I still want more.

“Tell me you need me,” Evan demands.

“I need you so bad,” I answer easily.

I come on a cry, and he tugs the plug free and slides his dick into me while my internal muscles are still quivering with release. This time he doesn’t fuck me roughly, instead he keeps his dick buried deep inside of me, then encourages me to fuck myself onto him with my ass in the air.

“Make yourself come on my cock, baby,” he goads, reaching beneath me to find my clit as I roll my hips and ride his cock. In this position, I manage to find the spot inside of me that makes me see stars almost instantly, and I bounce on his dick, hitting the same place over and over until I splinter and come with a guttural cry.

After he follows me over the edge, he pumps his hips and forces his cum deep.

“Thank you,” I rasp.

“I love you,” he says, slipping his dick free of me but forcing me to keep my ass in the air as he grabs a new plug from the dresser and pushes it into me.

When I collapse to the bed, he curls in behind me, being the big spoon to my little one. “Sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up in time to get ready.”

I don’t question it. I close my eyes and let sleep drag me under.

30

EVAN

At the back of my mind, as I slip the black leather case from my bag, I question if she’ll ever forgive me once she finds out what I’ve done. But despite the guilt that threatens to consume me, I still plunge the needle into her butt, glad that she’s so tired she barely rouses before the drug drags her back into unconsciousness.

This dose of ketamine I’ve given her is so small that it’ll barely keep her asleep for fifteen minutes, but it’s enough time to inject her with another load of fertility drugs.

Sammy believes that it’s only a game every time she begs me to breed her and put my baby in her belly. Originally, getting her pregnant was simply a means of binding her to me in a way that she’d never escape from, but it’s more than that now. She loves it when I call her my broodmare. She gets so wet when I make her thank me for filling her with my cum, and when I tell her I’ll be fucking her, filling her, then plugging her, she goes wild.

She may believe this is simply a kink, but she gets off on the idea of me breeding her, and so do I. I have no idea how long it’ll take me to get her pregnant. There’s a small chance she could be already, but I won’t stop until she’s so mine her belly swells with it.

I know she’ll be pissed when she realizes that I orchestrated all of this, but she loves me, and there are a million more awful things I could have done to make her mine. Once we’re married, I’ll get her to take a blood test. If she’s not already pregnant, I’ll convince her that using a fertility stick or an ovulation thermometer will be all kinds of kinky fun.

Depressing the plunger on the second needle, I inject the fertility drug into her body, then quickly tidy the used needles back into the case and crawl into bed beside her, exhaling happily as I curl my body around hers.

Breakfast is fun. Starling, Sebastian, Clay, and January all arrive together, while Hunter and Bunny turn up late. Bunny is red-cheeked and walking stiffly, so I’m guessing they’ve had as busy a night as Sammy and I.

Sammy’s parents arrive in the car service I arranged for them, quickly followed by my dad, Cassidy, and all the other parents. Unlike my dad and the other parents who are all only in their early forties, Sammy’s parents are in their sixties, and for a moment, I worry that the age gap will stop the parentals from engaging. But within minutes of them being introduced, Bastian’s mom has Sammy’s mom engaged in a deep conversation about some charitable trust they’re both involved in, and my dad—at my suggestion—is chatting to Sammy’s dad about the idea of expanding his company’s operations to include a California branch.

Just like usual, all the parents treat Sammy like she’s the daughter they never had. Cassidy is the only one who hangs back, her eyes sad as she rubs her pregnant belly and stareslongingly at Starling, who is on the other side of the room laughing at something Bastian’s dad is saying to her.

In situations like this, I’m usually guilt-ridden and pining for a relationship with my stepsister alongside her estranged mom. But as I stride across the room and join Starling’s group, she doesn’t glare at me or ignore me. Instead, she looks up and smiles. She even nudges me with her elbow, glancing toward Sammy and sighing with happiness.

Oddly, now that Starling is clearly trying not to hate me, I find her opinion isn’t as important to me anymore. I still want her to be my sister, and I don’t want her to hate me, but my own life and my own happiness with Sammy overshadows everything else I’ve ever felt.

I’m an asshole, and I’ve done some terrible things, but so are all of my brothers, and they all found their happy ever afters. I deserve Sammy. I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be at peace, and I refuse to ever cage myself again.

The next week and a half is a whirlwind. After breakfast and a meeting with the wedding planner, we host an engagement dinner on our patio, then spend a second sleepless night at our house.

The next morning, we all go back to school, but instead of flying back to Washington, DC, Sammy’s parents stay in California to help with the wedding.

I’m not entirely sure what Sammy said to her mom the day she picked a wedding dress, but whatever it was, since then, Elizabeth has been noticeably happier about getting me as a son-in-law.

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