30. Evan
30
EVAN
A t 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 stares longingly 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.
Her dad has always seen the value in being associated with the Morris name, but I’ve seen him watching me with his daughter, and I think he’s content knowing that I love her and will always take care of her.
Our wedding is in three days. In the end, instead of having the ceremony in our backyard, Sammy decided she wanted to get married on the beach. So, in three days’ time, as the sun starts to set, we’ll be declaring our love for each other at the water’s edge in front of our families. Neither of us wanted to invite strangers to our wedding, so it’ll be a small event with just the most important people in our lives in attendance.
The wedding planner has meticulously thought of every single detail, and I’m confident that our wedding will be everything Sammy dreamed it would be.
According to my bride-to-be, my only job on the day is to wear the suit she picked out for me and to turn up on time. I would never be stupid enough to call my fiancée a bridezilla, but during the planning phase, I’ve definitely seen a sexily assertive side to my wife-to-be that has kept her well fucked and full of my cum multiple times a day.
It’s been almost a month since the day I drugged her wine cooler and had Dr. Harris remove her IUD. Without knowing what her usual cycle is like, I have no idea when to test to see if I’ve succeeded in getting her pregnant. So, I’ve arranged for a full physical after our wedding that will include blood work under the guise of it being a requirement to add her to my medical insurance.
If we weren’t in the middle of the school year, and if Sammy hadn’t already missed so much time when her dad was sick, I’d have whisked her away to an island somewhere for a month-long honeymoon. The idea of spending weeks somewhere with nothing to do but lean into the breeding kink we’re both heavily into sounds like utter bliss, but as that’s not an option, I’ll be resorting to just keeping her full of cum and injecting her with fertility medication until she’s finally bred.
“This one or this one?” Sammy says, appearing in the doorway of our bedroom with two almost identical napkins in her hands.
Crooking my finger, I call her to me, and she comes, holding the two samples out for me to look at. Taking them from her, I turn them over, trying to seem like I’m genuinely debating the two options when really, I don’t give a fuck about napkins. The only part of the wedding I care about is the I do part.
“I like them both. Do you have a preference?” I ask, furrowing my brow and assessing the two pieces of fabric again.
“I like them both too,” she whines.
“This one, then,” I say, holding up the one in my right hand.
“Really?” she asks.
“Yeah, I think so. It’s a warmer shade of cream,” I tell her, praying that she doesn’t lose her crap at me calling it cream.
Taking the samples from me, she lifts them to the light, then nods. “Thank you. I think you’re right. The light up here is nicer than in the kitchen.” Bending down, she presses a kiss to my cheek, then turns to leave.
Grabbing her around the waist, I drag her backward until she’s sitting in my lap, my hard dick pressed against her ass.
“Where are you going?” I purr.
“The planner is downstairs on a video call. She needs me to make a few last minute decisions.”
Pressing a kiss to her neck, I distract her while my hand slowly pushes beneath the hem of her dress and creeps toward the innocent cotton panties she’s wearing.
“How do you feel?” I ask, pushing my thumb under the waistband and parting her folds while I rub my thumb over the edge of the plug that I pushed into her pussy after I fucked her full of my cum an hour ago.
“Full,” she pants, the same way she always does when I ask her about the plug that I know she likes almost as much as I do.
“Do you need me?” I growl, finding her clit and circling it.
“The planner is waiting for me,” she whines, even as she lifts her hips and pushes into my hand.
“You know you need to stay full of me, or you’ll get too needy.”
I’ve discovered that Sammy likes to read Omegaverse books, which are basically dirty stories where an omega goes into heat and needs to be fucked and filled with cum. If the omega isn’t regularly used, it causes agonizing pain and suffering. I have no idea if she started reading these before or after we started exploring our breeding kink, but either way, I fucking love it.
I’ve started reading the same books as her and then reenacting some of the deliciously filthy scenes that make my perfect wild one go red with embarrassment and wet with need. Right now, the book we’re reading has the omega being fed her man’s cum as a treat as well as being fucked and cream-pied six ways from Sunday.
This morning, I scooped some of my cum straight out of Sammy’s cunt, then had her lick it from my fingers before I pushed the plug into her and sent her class with a smile on my face.
“I have to go,” she says, but her voice is breathy and needy, just the way I want her to be. Reaching up, I palm both of her breasts, finding her nipples beneath her bra and pinching while she whimpers and grinds her ass against my dick. “Evan.”
“Baby, your tits feel bigger. What bra do you have on?” I ask on a laugh.
“I’m probably due on my period. They’re sore too. I might have to go get a script from the doctor so I’m not on my period for the wedding.”
“Do you get heavy periods? I’m not scared of a little blood, and I’d rather you didn’t take anything that could mess with your body.”
“We can talk about it later,” she whines, then pushes out of my hold and to her feet. “But now I have to go and speak to the wedding planner.”
Sighing, I grunt frustratedly. “Fine. But tonight, don’t plan to get any sleep.”