The Man with the Knot (Forbidden Fun #55)

Chapter 6

6

Morgan

I probably should have been more nervous about going to a community council meeting on a random island with a guy I’d only met a few hours ago. Yet everything in my gut was telling me that Brax—although admittedly a bit growly—is trustworthy.

After our slightly scandalous shower, he brought me an oversized button-down shirt to throw on over my swimsuit. While the shirt didn’t really do much to cover my legs, it was kind of nice to smell like Brax and I breathed deeply, sighing with pleasure.

Now, making our way down a steep, sandy path, I’m having second thoughts. The shirt is long, but still, I have nothing on underneath. My legs are bare, and my sandals are loud flip-flapping against the ground. I clutch the sides of the shirt close around my waist, wishing that I’d thought to ask for some sweatpants or something.

“It’ll be plenty warm at the meeting,” Brax interrupts my thoughts, almost as if he can read my mind. He gives my hand a quick squeeze. “You can sit next to me, Morgan. I’ll find ways of keeping you warm.”

The tantalizing promise sends waves of heat through me.

“Really?” I ask in a coy voice. “They won’t mind if we engage in some…?”

He merely laughs deep in his throat.

“Oh, they’ll do more than mind.”

I want to ask him more, but we’ve reached the bottom of the decline and come to a smooth, well-kept pathway made of wood and stone. Scattered along either side of the narrow road are solar-paneled lights shaped like short tiki torches. They provide enough illumination to see where we’re going, but not so much that they block out the brilliant light from the stars overhead.

Brax grips my hand tightly so that I don’t stumble and I’m grateful for his strong arm. Between the unexpected afternoon romp and the fact that I’m exhausted from travelling, my steps are a little unsure.

My stomach growls in an incredibly unromantic fashion.

Even in the pale light, I can see Brax’s wide grin. “There will also be food at this meeting,” he teases me.

I wince. “I’m starving,” I confess. “So that’s music to my ears.”

He laughs out loud this time. “We’re almost there,” he says as he pulls me along, picking up the pace for both of us. “Come on. We’ll get you a bite.”

The path winds further into the looming darkness, hardly visible in front of or behind us. At last, after a few more minutes, something dark takes shape in the shadows ahead. A light flickers out of what must be a doorway, casting a yellow glow onto the road.

A few more steps and we’ve arrived.

I’m not sure what I was expecting when Brax told me we had to attend a community council meeting. On the one hand, I had had images of my parent’s PTA meetings— school leaders gathered in my elementary cafeteria, a room that smelled of sour milk and gym class. And on the other, I was also envisioning corporate men and women in stuffy suits, laying out the laws of the land with gavels and white wigs as they deliberate in a stiff, gray conference room.

Brax’s version of community council proves to be neither.

The large shadow turns out to be a structure, built of thick wood reinforced with metal rods, painted to match the natural look of the surrounding landscape. The roof, from what I can tell, appears to be thatched like one would expect of an island home. Sturdy, yet understated.

The interior is something else entirely.

Whereas the outside of the building is rustic and plain, the inside is a den of luxury and comfort.

Massive leather couches line most of the walls, as do oversized chaise lounges and fluffy, couch-sized pillows. Tables are lined with food and drink, including baskets of local fruit stacked into impressive towers. The lights are dim but not shadowy, revealing private nooks and a central meeting area.

But what makes the breath catch is my throat is the men . Because standing in the room are a dozen of the most stunning male specimens I have ever seen in my life. I’m surrounded by acres of hard, bronzed male flesh. Strong thighs support heavy chests, and each man has a face like a god. Stern, handsome, and most of all, arresting.

Who are these guys?

Is this a dream?

I swallow hard, my entire body attuned to the pure male energy throbbing in the room. My pussy goes wet as my nipples harden automatically. Is this really happening?

But Brax takes my hand as we make our way into the crowd. He leads me to an over-sized lounger—big enough for at least three people—and settles me into his lap. Slowly, the men take seats around us, forming a circle, bringing me to the realization that Brax isn’t just showing up at a council meeting. Instead, he’s actually on the council.

I try to remain calm, but I can only do so for a second before staring again. After all, each man is better-looking than the last: bronzed, muscular, and wearing next to nothing on their sculpted bodies. For some reason, they’re all wearing thin loincloths and nothing else.

It’s primal. And arousing.

At last, my gaze rests on the man at the center of the group. Authority emanates from this particularly large specimen, his hair a shade of raven. Bright blue eyes take in the crowd before settling on me and Brax.

“So,” the man says, his deep voice carrying across the vast room. “What happened?”

For the first time, my lover looks uncomfortable, jostling me a bit in his lap.

“We met at the beach,” he begins. “As I briefed the council, she disobeyed the resort’s directive to stay within resort boundaries.”

“And you decided to bring her to your home?”

Brax looks even more uncomfortable.

“I did.”

The man nods, his blue eyes trailing over my curvy form.

“Well, she certainly would be hard to resist.”

At that statement, all of the other men let out deep laughs. Even Brax chuckles and shakes his head.

I glance around uneasily, not really sure how to read this room of sexy, serious men who now appear to be having a discussion … about me .

The man across from us holds up his palm toward me in a welcoming gesture. “We’re happy to have you here,” he drawls, silencing the room without having to command their attention. “And please forgive our lack of hospitality. Servers,” he calls. “Some wine please.”

At that, a scantily clad woman emerges from a doorway before mincing over with a bottle of wine in her hands.

“Sir, a ’76 Chianti,” she murmurs politely, her big tits swinging heavily as she leans forward.

The man merely takes the bottle and sets it on a low table situated on his side of the lounger.

“Thank you, Shanna. Some glasses,” he instructs the blonde, his eyes never even drifting in her direction.

I watch her bottom bounce as she walks away. Who is this girl, and what is she doing on Mirago? The resort led us to believe that the island was deserted, but clearly, that was a bit of misinformation because not only is there a community of men, but there are women here as well. But before I can ask, the man speaks again.

“So Morgan,” he says, all of his attention now directed at me. Every other guy in the room follows his lead and looks at me, their curiosity palpable. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”

“Um, yes?” I manage to squeak out. “Yes, it is.”

He nods.

“My name is Trek, and I lead this council. Do you know why you’re here?”

I shrug, trying to look as if I’m calm and collected. “I guess because I’m in trouble or something?” I hedge, knowing full well that I broke a law.

Trek cocks his eyebrow. “Brax said that you breached our beaches without an invitation.”

It’s not a question. I decide to own up to it.

“Yes, I did leave the resort, but not to cause any trouble,” I state.

The man inclines his head slightly. “Well, you’ve caused it, whether you intended to or not. Our lands are protected, as I’m sure Brax explained to you.”

Brax smirks. “I told her so repeatedly, but Morgan’s a bit stubborn.” He flashes me a beautiful grin and I forget every other man in the room.

“Well, Morgan,” Trek continues, demanding our attention once more. “You’d better thank Brax for his protection, then. We take trespassing seriously here on Mirago. The standard punishment is death by drowning.”

I gasp audibly, panic setting in. “ What ?”

Trek shrugs.

“Yeah, Mirago believes in capital punishment. Sorry I didn’t mention that earlier.”

My cheeks drain of color.

“I’m apologize. I was being stupid. Drowning isn’t necessary. I’ll just head back to La Mirage, and forget this ever happened. You’ll never see me again.”

But Trek flashes a dazzling smile. “Slow down. Don’t get your panties in a scrunch, sweetheart, because in the history of our community, we’ve never actually drowned someone for crossing the border. But I will say that this is the first time Brax has requested that we invite a mainlander into a council meeting.”

I frown at my lover, confused by Trek’s words. “What is he talking about? I thought you said that they ordered you to bring me here.”

Brax looks sheepish. “We have the right to invite someone to a council session, if we want them to learn about our community. And since you were so eager for an adventure…”

I punch his arm, which does more to hurt my hand than his chiseled body.

“I was so scared!” I hiss. “That’s not cool.”

Brax leans back against the cushion, completely unruffled by my outburst.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” he taunts me, drawing a finger lazily up and down my bare thigh.

I bite my cheek and look back toward the other men. They’re all in various stages of relaxation, clearly amused by our little tiff and waiting for further instruction from Trek.

Trek, in turn, is eying a curvaceous redhead as she pours him a huge goblet of wine. Without a word, he leans down and nips at her bare ass. She squeals before sliding away.

I feel something deep and primal curl in me, totally turned on by the thinly veiled naughtiness all around me. What in the world is going on? I feel like I’ve entered into some mysterious fantasy world where beautiful women dressed in bikinis serve huge, handsome men. Everyone’s young, gorgeous, and very sensual.

I turn to Brax as more women appear in the large room. “Are they…?” I jerk my head at the various women milling about, serving the other men and wearing only the tiniest of bikinis and sheer sarongs. “Are they indentured servants ?”

He shakes his head and kisses my hand. “No, the servers are here because they want to be. Our community spoils them rotten and provides for everything. In turn, the girls serve us.”

I can’t help but arch my eyebrow. “ Serve you? Meaning?”

Brax leans in, his breath hot on my ear. My insides tingle but I try to focus on his words.

“They prepare our meals, and sometimes they’ll perform for us. And yes, my brothers enjoy their bodies. It’s part of the arrangement, of course. The women enjoy getting fucked by men like us and often, beg us for the opportunity.”

Part of me knows that I should be shocked at this revelation, but it only makes me more curious, not to mention horny.

But then reality intrudes.

“Where do all of these women come from?” I ask quickly, hoping I don’t sound overly suspicious.

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.”

My eyes widen.

“You get bigger ?” I whisper in awe.

“Yes, absolutely. All of us do. It’s how knots work. We’ll be locked in place, in fact, for a little while after sex.”

I stare again, a million thoughts swirling through my head. I don’t know what to think but at the same time, I do.

“I want to try,” I whisper.

Brax’s eyes deepen in color until they’re almost black. He takes my hand and strokes the palm softly.

“You will, Morgan. You will.”

A thrill runs through my curves because not only have I manifested a hot guy … but I’ve manifested a gorgeous man who will give me more pleasure than I ever anticipated.