Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Brax shrugs.
“We recruit them from all over. You’d be surprised. There are a lot of women out there who jump at the opportunity to take a break from their regular lives. Come to an island, fuck a ton of huge, handsome men, and make a pretty penny while you’re doing it. It works, and my guess is that their family and friends never know about this interlude in their lives.”
I shake my head. “Wow. So where do you recruit?”
My lover is vague. “On the mainland. But more often than not, fun usually finds us.” He gives me a mischievous wink.
I raise my eyebrows in surprise because where in the world would they find a group of women to service them? Is there a lab somewhere that grows these women from embryos? This is getting more and more far out. Still, the entire situation is intriguing.
“Why are you being so open with me?” I ask. I’ve never met a man like Brax—sexy, dominant, demanding and yet equal parts clever, patient, and honest.
For a moment, it’s Brax’s turn to look puzzled.
“Because I feel like honesty goes a long way. Plus, I’d like to try what we did on the beach earlier again.”
A hot flush shoots down my body and I squirm involuntarily.
“The bulge on your, umm…”
Brax looks at me, his own eyes cloudy with unsated need. “Yes?”
“I’ve never seen that before. Not on a real man, that is. I’ve read about it in werewolf romance novels.”
He throws his dark head back to laugh, but hunger flashes in his eyes as well. “Yeah, so I’ve heard. But I’ll let you in on a secret, Morgan. My brothers all have knots,” he says, his voice raspy. “We’re an island of men here on Mirago, and we’re all born with it. Some of the men even have two or three.”
My mouth drops open at this information. My brain scrambles to process this information but it’s tough. Knots and bulges on Every. Single. Cock?
“Are you shocking her with tales of your misadventures, Brax?” Trek’s smooth voice interrupts us.
I stare, my mind still roiling.
They all have a bulge like Brax? I blink. I feel myself grow wet.
“I was just telling Morgan about our unusual anatomy,” Brax responds easily. But it’s clear he’s completely aroused, his hard cock pushing against his well-worn loincloth. “I’m not entirely sure she believes me though.”
A wicked look crosses over Trek’s face followed by an impish grin. “Then I guess we should indulge our guest’s curiosity. Come on guys,” he growls. “Show time.”
The other men look over, and in almost perfect choreography, all twelve men—including Brax—drop their loincloths. Each man boasts a huge cock but more surprising than their size are the knots at the base of each one’s dick. Holy cow, Brax was telling the truth because there are bulges galore.
I let my gaze linger, completely amazed that I’ve not only manifested one amazingly sexy man but an entire island of them. They vary in size, of course, ranging from just a few barely perceptible bumps along one man’s cock, to a massive orb at the base of one guy’s shaft. Then there are the ones with two or even three bulges. They’re deep pink or purple, throbbing with power and my mouth waters. What would it feel like to sit on those with my pussy? Or even my ass?
“Holy mother,” I mumble, unable to tear my eyes from the feast before me.
“Like what you see?” Brax drawls teasingly.
I merely shake my head, still staring. But then I turn to my lover. “Yes, absolutely. But can a woman actually fit you inside of her body?” I ask, my attention flitting between the still naked men and the scantily clad women serving them. “I mean, it must be hard.” My eyes wander toward his still naked manhood.
He looks thoughtful. “Yes, but I didn’t want to push you earlier, Morgan. I knew my cock might be too much, especially if you’ve never had a knot in you before. The whole experience can be a lot, to put it mildly.”
I shiver at the memory of his hardness inside of me, ready to take him here and now, even with all the eyes on us. “What do you mean, a lot?” I demand, my hand snaking its way lower to touch him.
He grabs me before I can stroke his firmness. “If I push my knot inside of you, then I would have to fill you up.”
“Yes of course,” I say impatiently. “I understand that.”
He nods, those blue eyes dark.
“But you would have to take it until I was finished.”
I bite my bottom lip and look up at Brax through my lashes.
“What does that mean?”
He growls.
“My knot isn’t static, honey. It enlarges after it’s in you. So it’s not just about getting the bulge in, but also accepting the increased size as it expands deep in your pussy.”