Trigger Warning and Chapter 1

Trigger Warning

Hello Lovely Readers,

Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one. 

This book will also contain some elements of BDSM, spanking, and a very heavy praise kink. Along with a very morally gray male lead  and his step-brother who are both possessive and a bit obsessive about their woman. 

I do hope you enjoy Andreena, Spencer, and Adam’s story as much as I have enjoyed writing it and I look forward to writing more books for you to enjoy in the future.

XOXO,

Jane Knight

Chapter One

Andreena

Pulling up to the small two story red brick house, I smiled tiredly. My sister’s little Chevy car was parked in the driveway beside Nolan’s truck. We hadn’t made plans to hang out, but I was excited to spend time with Bethany.

It had been so long since we’d last hung out and just had some girl time. I missed my sister, I just hoped she wasn’t bothering my husband.

He had a temper on him and lately that temper had been becoming harder and harder to deal with. His cutting remarks were harsher and the sting of his words would stay with me throughout the day.

I knew that it was just the stress of everything that was going on. He had a big promotion coming up at work and we were trying to have a baby. I wanted that. I wanted to have a baby more than anything.

It was like it burned inside of me, the need to settle down and have a little one. I hated that another month had come and gone with no positive sign on the pregnancy test, but I would be ovulating again in the next few days and we could try again.

I knew this time something would stick. It had to. I was running out of hope and ready to start fertility treatments. Nolan wasn’t ready for that and I knew that he blamed me for not being pregnant. He had said as much just this morning before I had gone into work.

It still stung, thinking about the cold indifference in his voice as we had our morning coffee together. “You should be pregnant by now. I’ve been trying to get you pregnant for the last year and your body just won’t work right.”

“Maybe I’m not the problem.” I had said, picking up my coffee cup and taking it over to the sink. Dumping out the sweet drink that tasted like ash on my tongue after his hurtful words.

I was already blaming myself. I didn’t need him saying it too. I knew how he felt about my body, that he thought my weight was the problem.

I wasn’t thin like my sister Bethany, it seemed like she had gotten all the good genes first and I was left with the rest. I was plus-sized and curvy with dark brown hair that never wanted to act right unless I had flat ironed it into submission.

Parking my old Honda on the street, I flipped the mirror down. Checking my reflection in the cracked mirror, my hair was doing what it wanted so I reached for my bag and grabbed a hair tie. Pulling my hair into a bun before pulling the keys from the ignition and tucking them into my bag.

I got out of my car and made my way up the paved driveway towards the front door of the house that Nolan and I shared. It wasn’t much, but it was ours or mine, really.

I was the one who worked to pay the mortgage and it was a house that I could see myself starting a family in and building a life. I’d had so much hope for this little house when we had moved in, but with everything going on I was beginning to feel like that was never going to happen.

Dragging my hand over my face, I let out a sigh before plastering on a fake smile. I was going to go in there and pretend that everything was great so Bethany wouldn’t worry about Nolan and I.

I knew that she didn’t like him and that she thought that I should break up with him. But that felt like I was admitting defeat and even though we were struggling right now, I wasn’t willing to call it quits.

Opening the door, I stepped inside. It was eerily quiet and there were no lights on. My first thought was that no one was home, but I had seen Nolan and Bethany’s vehicles so I knew that they were here.

My sister was probably on her phone and Nolan was off doing what he did when he was trying to avoid me. Working out in our little home gym or hiding out in his office. I use that term loosely. It was an office, sure, but my husband used that office as a place to hide away from the world.

I rested my hand on the wall, pulling one of my black heels off before doing the same with the other. I sat them neatly beside the door, next to running shoes and Nolan’s work shoes. I sat my purse beside them and turned to make my way down the hallway towards the living room.

It was empty and dark. I was filled with a strange sense of foreboding as I walked towards the room, heading towards the stairs. My throat felt tight, but I didn’t understand why.

The beige carpet was rough against my bare feet as I padded up the stairs. I stopped by Nolan’s office, pushing open the door and peeking in but the room was empty.

A whimper sounded out from down the hallway and I felt my heart hammer in my chest. The door was cracked open and a sliver of light painted the pale carpet in the hallway.

It felt like I wasn’t in control of my body as I made my way closer to the bedroom that I shared with my husband.

Reaching out, I pushed the door open just a little bit, hoping that I was wrong. My sister wouldn’t sleep with my husband.

She wouldn’t do that to me.

“That’s right, you’re going to take it all. Fuck, you are so much better than Andreena. I’m going to come.” Nolan snarled. His hand was tight in my sister’s perfect blonde hair. His hips slapped against her bottom as she arched her back, fucking herself back onto him.

“Nolan, fuck. Don’t stop, don’t ever fucking stop.” She cried out her body going still as her face twisted up in pleasure.