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I loosen my grip on her so she can speak freely, but the way she slides off me and spins around to suck my messy cock in has me dying for a round three. It’s just not the time. As soon as she’s done cleaning me off, I pull her up to kiss her. “I’m far from done with you, little keeper, but you need to get some sleep.”

The disgruntled noise she releases makes me grin, but I know what she needs, so I hold my ground despite her adorable pout. I carry her to the bathroom and clean her body, the animal in me angry as I wash the cum off of her thighs, and before I can stop myself I’m fucking her under the cascading water and breeding her again.

She’s boneless after that, her face resting against my chest as I hold her for a few moments longer, and when she places soft kisses there, I think I die a little. I definitely don’t leave that shower with my whole heart and soul, so although I’m still living, I know that piece of me will stay here with her. I’m tucking it underneath her covers with her and kissing it goodnight, bidding it farewell when she mumbles “I’m glad it’ll be yours” softly.

Like those five words didn’t just alter me completely.

Like I’ll ever be able to pretend otherwise.

MAY

Eighteen

“Hi, Miss Maddy.” Istep aside and wave her in, ignoring the pitying look on her face. Today’s the day. I can feel it. After months of negative tests, it’s finally going to be positive.

I missed my last period. I know it, she knows it, Ephraim knows it. They chalked it up to stress, which I’m in no shortage of, but I know better. There’s a reason all those other tests were negative, and it didn’t have anything to do with my mental state or luck.

I wasn’t being bred.

But Draven, he’s insatiable. He’s filled me up at least once every day since I gave in. And with a missed period, things are looking good.

Unfortunately, it also means this is about to become very real, very quickly. It won’t be a hypothetical anymore, something we say to hit the edge faster. It’ll be real. A real baby, one I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember, but born into a world I never intended.

For the first time, I take that stick with conviction. I leave the door open as I pee, wanting it known that there’s no mistake.

“You seem a little extra tense today,” she comments as I set the stick on the counter and wash my hands. “Did something happen?”

Smiling softly, I shake my head. “No. Nothing unusual.”

When her hand takes mine abruptly it catches me completely off guard. “I couldn’t have kids of my own,” she admits softly, an emotion in her eyes that wasn’t there a second ago. “But those boys are as good as mine, and I know I helped raise them right. They’ll be good fathers one day, and you, my dear, will be a good mother.”

I’m still stuck on the fact that she didn’t say Alexander specifically, like somehow she knows I need to know this applies to both of the Creed men, that when she hands me that positive pregnancy test I barely know what to do.

If she knows, others might too.

Maybe we haven’t been as secretive as I thought.

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