Bred by Her Brother-in-Law: Stolen Love, #1

By December Drake

Erica wants a baby, and she's devastated to learn that her husband can't give her one. Not directly, at least. He suggests something a little more discreet than adoption, or an anonymous donor: his brother, Dillan.

She can hardly stand to share a room with Dillan, let alone a bed, but her husband isn't willing to consider another option. And as Dillan continues to take her, their hostility toward each other soon unravels into something more complex. Something more passionate.

Burdened with forbidden longing and guilt, Erica is ready to escape Dillan's unrelenting attention, and return to her husband's embrace. Yet, her husband isn't reacting as she expected. And Dillan is more than ready to claim her as his own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: December Drake
• Release date: Jan 28, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224817757

December Drake

December Drake writes short stories and novellas about aggressive men forcefully claiming, breeding, and using women for their pleasure. Most of her stories are spicy; some are even sweet. And others are just plain dark. If any of that sounds intriguing, you're welcome to visit her at www.decemberdrake.com, where you'll find links for all of her stories, including those too spicy or dark for many retail outlets. You can also sign up for her newsletter at www.decemberdrake.com/newsletter, to stay updated on new releases and promotions.

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Chapter One

I DON’T KNOW IF THIS is a good idea. Erica tightened the sash of her silk nightgown and crossed her arms.

It’ll be fine. Her husband rubbed her knee in what she assumed was supposed to be a soothing manner. After reassuring her so many times, Garett’s reply seemed rote, automatic.

Maybe it was silly to keep voicing her objections now. Every time she wanted to back out and run away, she’d remember why she’d agreed in the first place.

She really wanted a baby. Desperately.

When they’d found out after months of trying that Garett was sterile, she’d hid in the bathroom and cried. But not nearly as hard as she’d cried openly, when he wouldn’t agree to adoption, or an anonymous sperm donor.

Her husband was generally soft-spoken and easy going. It was what she loved most about him. So she’d been stunned speechless when he’d outright refused. The rather conservative response he’d given dismayed her.

Garett came from a distinguished, French American family. They could trace their bloodline back to the 1500s, and held a great deal of pride in their heritage.

Apparently, they cared quite a bit about pedigree. Still, Garett had told her there was another option. She only had to agree to it.

That option had just walked into their bedroom.

Erica tensed at the sight of Garett’s younger brother, as she always did. He was unbearable. Dillan had attended the same high school as her, though a couple of years behind, and she had a faint memory of him being different, once.

Whatever had changed since then had made him an asshole.

His tongue dripped acid, and he always had something mean to say to Garett. Her husband was too even-tempered to take his brother’s words to heart, but that just made Erica feel the need to defend Garett even more.

Garett knew that the two of them couldn’t stand each other, which made his solution to their problem even more baffling.

Dillan looked nearly as miserable as she felt. He scratched his nape, looking awkward in the middle of their bedroom. How are we doing this?

Erica shuddered. Can’t you just...

She trailed off, closing her eyes as she made an embarrassing jerking motion with her hand.

A bitter laugh escaped Dillan. What? You want me to jack off, then try to shove the tip of my dick into your dry pussy at the last second?

He looked at Garett. Can we just go to the fertility clinic? I’m already over this shit.

No.

The vehemence in Garett’s reply caught even Dillan off-guard. Dillan frowned, his eyes narrowing.

No clinics, Garett repeated more calmly. No... no records. I don’t want my family to know.

Erica’s heart twisted. He wanted to hide his sterility from his family. Now she felt terrible, for resisting his plan.

She squeezed his hand. We’ll do it your way, then.

He nodded happily in relief. I’m glad. It’s going to work out, honey.

Garett looked from Erica to Dillan, his face brightening with optimism. We could treat it as casual bedroom play. I hear some couples do that, right? Invite another person. To make things interesting.

Dillan’s disgusted expression mirrored Erica’s own. You need to stop talking, now.

Maybe I should have had a few drinks first, Erica muttered.

Dillan’s eyes flared at her words, and his bottom lip curled. She braced herself for whatever cruel comeback he had ready, but Garett waved his hands, shushing them both.

We’re all adults, here. Let’s act like it. We’re trying to create a new life. And that life will be the best thing that’s ever happened to us. Right, honey?

Erica frowned, swallowing the lump in her throat as she nodded. He was using her words against her, from when she’d argued for adoption.

He squeezed her knee. I think we should start by getting you in the mood.

She froze, her eyes darting to Dillan. Is that necessary? With him right here?

I think it’s important, yes. I don’t want this to be traumatic for you.

Dillan leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. There’s always lube.

Garett ignored him, and guided Erica to lie back on the bed. She was so tense that she