Page 44 of Massacre Monday

“Ryan! I can’t have a baby right now!”

“Are you trying to make me come all over you again? ’Cause if so, keep saying shit like that.”

“I’m serious. I-I’m not… I’m not on birth control. I started it late for the games, and it’s not effective yet, and I…”

A chuckle escapes my chest, and I tap a finger to her nose. “I know. Got your cycle tracker on my phone. You’re not ovulating.” I realize that, last week, I did scoop some cum inside her while she was. And part of me hopes she’s already carrying my child.

When her eyes widen with shock, I slide down her body until my lips hover over her hardened nipple. I raise her shirt slowly, slipping my palms up her bare stomach as she shivers. Breathing on one pink pebble, I let my tongue graze it, maintaining eyecontact. “But we can pretend... I’ll knock you up right now and be your daddy. Get these tits full of milk for me.”

As she groans a protest, I latch on and suck it inside my mouth. Her belly bows toward the ceiling as she writhes on my chest, slathering her soaked pussy all over me. Reaching between us, I click the speed on her toy up to maximum and hump her bed.

She twists against her binds as the pleasure in her body heightens. Watching her figure squirm and dance the way it does makes my cock throb. Unable to stand it any longer, I sit on my calves and clutch her knees, spreading them wide. Then, I resume holding her toy on her clit. With her panted breaths, her tits shake as I line myself up, coating my dick with everything she’s given me.

“I can’t fucking take it. I have to be inside you.”

This time, she looks like she won’t protest. But there’s a hint of hesitation behind the amber sparkling in her eyes. I think both of us know our time is limited. Maybe I’ve been selfish about wanting her so desperately, treating her like she’s already mine when I can’t truly have her.

So even though she edges down on me, I use her toy instead to make her scream, the tip of my cock barely in her. I watch as her body tenses on the bed with her orgasm, memorizing every flush of skin and goosebump. Then I follow and explode all over her pussy again without breaking the wall between us.

Not until I can figure out a way to make this work. Is it even possible?

I release her wrists and grab a washcloth from her bathroom, wetting it, then return to clean her up. She must notice the change in my demeanor and rips the damp towel from me.

“What?” she asks, tugging her shirt back down.

I hurriedly get dressed and run my hands through my hair. Standing next to her, I lean over and lift her chin with a finger,then press my lips to her questioning ones for a heated moment. It’s not even a full kiss. Not like earlier. Because I can’t keep doing this.

“Goodnight.”

As I hurry to her door, she picks up a book nearby and throws it at me. It misses, but I hear her yell, “Don’t come back!”

And so, I leave her. For now…

The following day,I give my father a gift by visiting his home. My parents’ modern cabin on the lake used to feel like a place of shelter. The hovel I’d hide in when life seemed too hard. But over the years, I began to associate it with all the responsibilities I’d eventually have to face until it became an obligation itself.

When I walk in, the house is oddly quiet. Olivia is the only one in there, waiting on the coffee machine to produce her morning brew.

“Decided to visit for the weekend?” she asks as I drop my helmet on the sofa.

“Yeah. You, too, huh?”

She nods and pours a steamy mug.

“How’sOmega? And life?”

Giving me a small smile above the rim of her cup, she says, “Omegais good. AndHunteris good, too. HeardThetawon the Massacre Monday fraternity top spot. Were you a participant this year?”

“Nah. They made me a judge. You know, I saw Hunter the other night with Amelia Joseph. They seemed to be getting along really well.”

Olivia tilts her head like she’s over hearing what I have to say about him. With a shrug, she turns to the counter to wipe up some spilled creamer. “I will surrender all my veneration to my Viscount.” She repeats the oath reserved for the Culling, and my gut churns at her words.

“Are you fuckingappointedto him?”

She sighs. “No, Ryan. I haven’t been appointed officially yet. Well, not that Dad has told me. Though I think he got news this week. For some reason, he and Hunter are keeping it a secret.”

Fuck. If she has to be married to that douche, I’m not sure what I’ll do. My thoughts immediately go to Aiden and how he and I can end his life before that happens.

“Where is everyone?” I ask.