All Chapters of Breeding the Surrogate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

32 Chapters

Held

They didn’t call her over again before four o’clock.Lili sat at her desk, legs crossed tightly, her thin bra brushing painfully against her sensitive nipples with every breath.With each ticking minute, the tension built higher, tighter, until the clock edged closer to four, and her hope of release finally began to fade.Strangely, she’d been craving this hour, almost as much as the release she’d been denied. That hour of closeness, of being touched and held and spoken to, had undone her in a way she hadn’t expected. It didn’t ease the ache. Not exactly. But it made her feel wanted. Claimed.The clock struck four, and somewhere across the room, a chime sounded.Neither of them said anything at first.Then Cade crossed the entire room to her desk. Without a word, he slipped his arms around her waist from behind, drawing her gently into him. His chest pressed against her back as he bent his head, nuzzling the curve of her neck.He breathed her in.Her eyes fluttered closed, her whole b

Castellan Blood

Beckett had always had good taste.Even as a child, Cade copied him. If Beckett wore black, Cade wore black. If Beckett rode his bike through the woods behind the estate, Cade followed, even when it meant crashing into tree roots or scraping his knees bloody.He never told me to stop.He knew Beckett had liked being his brother's hero. But then something changed.It was subtle at first. The smiles faded. The rare laughter vanished. Beckett began missing family dinners, retreating into silence. He still let Cade tag along, but the warmth was gone.By the time Cade left for college, his brother was a shadow of the boy he'd worshipped.College had been good to him, parties, internships, a few well-managed scandals. After graduation, Cade joined the family business, where Beckett had already carved out a space with brutal brilliance. Cade slid in alongside him, smooth and charming, the perfect contrast. People liked Cade. They feared Beckett.For a while, it worked.Cade dated freely. Sle

Friday Heat

By the time Lili stepped into the office on Friday morning, her whole body was buzzing.She was already dreading the weekend. Forty-eight hours without them. Without commands or praise. Without any chance of release. Her mind reeled at the thought of sitting alone in that apartment, no eyes on her, no instructions keeping her steady. No touches.She was dressed like always: short black skirt, fitted white shirt, stockings tight over her thighs, and the sheerest scrap of lace hidden beneath it all. The same outfit they required. The same one that had stopped feeling like a humiliation and started feeling like... a promise.Her thong was already damp. Again.She spotted Beckett the moment she stepped inside. He was standing by his desk, dark suit crisp, shirt open at the throat. His eyes, those eyes, found her instantly.A shiver of heat shot through her.All she could see was the wall of her apartment, the way his body had pressed hers to it, the grip of his hand around her throat, the

Tasting Power

Lili held her breath.Beckett’s hands moved with slow certainty, and her nerves lit up like fire under his touch. Her thighs ached from restraint, her core soaked, but she stayed still.Just like he asked.His fingers swept higher, thumbs grazing along the curve of her hips, dangerously close to the waistband of her thong. The heat of his palms through the sheer fabric of her stockings was maddening, firm enough to claim, gentle enough to tease.Her knees trembled again, but she didn’t move. Couldn’t. Every instinct in her body screamed to arch into him, to beg for more, to surrender to the tension simmering just beneath her skin. But the command echoed louder than her desperation.'Still.'She clung to it.Behind her, Cade had risen from his desk. She could feel him again, closer now, like a wolf drawn by scent and sound. His heat radiated across her back, but he didn’t speak. Didn’t touch.Beckett did.One hand dipped, trailing across the hem of her skirt, pushing it higher and high

Learning Fast

Lili's breath hitched, her eyes flicking down.Beckett’s cock was thick and flushed, the tip already glistening. Her mouth went dry. She hadn’t seen many but she was certain: he was big. Long, heavy, with veins ridging the shaft and a weight that made her stomach clench with nerves. Raw, physical attraction rolled through her, chased by something sharper: intimidation. Wanting it and fearing it all at once.He watched her face as she stared. No teasing, no arrogance. Just quiet dominance.“Start slow,” Cade said from somewhere behind her. “Lick the tip. Use your tongue first. No hands.”Her pulse thundered. She leaned in slowly, heart hammering, and parted her lips. Her tongue moved, hesitant, tracing the sensitive head. She heard Beckett’s sharp inhale above her.“Good,” Cade murmured. “Now again.”She obeyed. Another slow lick. Then she wrapped her lips around the crown and gently sucked.Beckett’s hand moved to the back of her head, firm but not pushing.“Deeper,” he said quietly

Holding Pattern

Lili stayed kneeling even as Cade tucked himself away. Her lips were still wet, her jaw pleasantly sore, her mouth tingling with a heady mix of exertion and satisfaction.She waited, breathless, a warm buzz thrumming low in her belly. Eyes lowered. A beat passed. Then another.Cade didn’t groan. Didn’t tense. Didn’t spill into her mouth.Instead, he reached down and brushed a thumb along the corner of her lips. The touch was warm. Gentle.“That was very good," he murmured. "Almost too good, Lili."She blinked up at him, heart hammering.But he was already zipping his pants, smoothing his shirt, offering her nothing else. No finish. No reward. Just that low, satisfied voice.“You didn’t...” she began softly, unsure if she was allowed to ask.Cade gave her a small smile. Not mocking... kind. Dangerous in its calm.“No,” he said. “You’ll earn that another day.”The denial struck like a warm pulse of longing. Her throat tightened, but not with shame. Her thighs clenched, not from emptines

Afterglow

“Stay there,” Cade said softly.Lili barely heard him over the sound of her own heartbeat, but she obeyed. Her cheek remained pressed against the rug, breath catching in short, shaky bursts as her body trembled in the aftermath. Her limbs felt molten, her thighs still quivering with each breath.She heard the quiet slide of a drawer opening, the rustle of plastic. Then Cade was kneeling beside her again, and something cool and damp touched the inside of her thigh.A wipe.He was cleaning her.Not rushed. Not impersonal. But slow. Almost reverent.“You did beautifully,” he murmured as he worked. “You made a mess, sweetheart.”His voice was warm, affectionate. She let her eyes close, tension bleeding out of her body with every careful stroke.When he was done, he reached for the soaked thong still tangled around her knees.“You won’t need this anymore,” he said, sliding it down her legs with gentle efficiency. “It’s ruined anyway.”She didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure she could.“Come on

Saturday Stillness

Lili woke to soft light and the quiet hum of city traffic far below. For the first time in days, there was no alarm, no footsteps, no low voices issuing instructions.Just stillness.She blinked at the ceiling, body sluggish, legs tangled in soft sheets. Her thighs ached faintly, a reminder of everything she’d surrendered the day before. She stretched slowly, savoring the deep pull through her back and hips.It was nearly ten.After a long shower and a few sunlit stretches in the living room, she made herself a light breakfast. Scrambled eggs, whole grain toast, berries. Her appetite had returned with surprising clarity. Everything tasted brighter. Cleaner.She dressed in soft leggings and an oversized sweater, hair pulled up into a loose bun, and sank into the sofa with one of the pregnancy books from Cade’s shelf. The chapters were dense and clinical, so many charts and terms, so many possibilities. She read three pages about first-trimester symptoms before shutting the book and set

Consent

She wasn’t dreaming.The realization hit like a crack of thunder through her chest.He was here. Not a dream. Not a phantom lingering at the edge of sleep.Her breath stuttered. Her skin prickled. Her stomach dropped and twisted all at once, desire and disbelief tangling in the pit of her belly.Beckett was in her room. In the middle of the night.The man who'd burst into her apartment like a storm. The man who'd shoved her back against the wall and nearly kissed her like he wanted to consume her whole.He was in her room. In the dark. Close enough to touch.Her pulse thundered in her ears as she stared at him, the shadows of his face sharp and unyielding.She stiffened, panic and heat crashing together inside her chest. And yet somehow, despite it all, she managed to keep her body still, her face composed, or close enough to it. Only her eyes betrayed her, wide and burning as they locked onto his.She swallowed. "Consent for what?"His eyes didn’t leave hers. That same shadowed inten

Beckett

Beckett closed the door to Lili's apartment behind him with a soft click and leaned back against it for half a breath. His chest rose, then fell in a slow, measured exhale.He felt less agitated now. His pulse was still high, but the pressure in his gut had eased. It had been building all week, every time she knelt beside his desk, every time she obeyed without question, every time she blushed and tried to hide it.But tonight?Her wide eyes. Her parted lips. The way she'd just let him.She looked so fucking beautiful covered in him.Marked like that.His cock twitched again.Beckett hissed under his breath and pushed off the door. Enough. He tried to shake the image from his head, but it clung to him like a fever. Was she still lying there? Silk clinging to her skin, his cum drying on her skin?He swore softly and crossed the small hall to his own apartment. As soon as he shut the door behind him, he shrugged off his jacket and headed straight for the small liquor cabinet tucked bene

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