Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
I lick my lips, taking in those heated stares.
“So …?” my words hang in the air. “Trophies?”
But this time, the alphas aren’t fucking around. Sam steps forward, rolling up his shirtsleeves.
“Macy, it’s time,” comes a low growl.
My heart is about to pound right out my chest.
“Time for what?” are my soft words.
But I know. My pussy is already wet just at the thought.
The brothers are fierce as they stare me down, circling like lions. I’m biting my bottom lip, feeling shy and sexy and overwhelmed at once. Can I handle this? Can I handle whatever these seven men have in store for me?
And finally, Ford speaks.
“You know,” comes that low growl. “You’ve always known what we’ve been building towards. We want you, Macy.”
Oh god. Oh god, oh god.
“But I’ve never …” comes my breathy gasp. I can’t get the words out. It’s too embarrassing. But it’s better if they know, so I force the sentence out then. “I’m a virgin,” I mutter, ashamed, bowing my head. “A virgin.”
There’s silence for a moment, and I can’t look up. I can’t meet their eyes because it’s so humiliating. Most girls have lost it by fourteen if not earlier. But me, the big girl? Nope, still untouched.
So what are they going to do? Reject me? Start laughing? Bend over double holding their stomachs, it’s so funny? I hold my breath, expecting raucous guffaws to break out.
But instead, there’s silence in the air, the tension thick. Slowly, I steal a peek, unable to keep my curiosity in check.
And immediately, my insides grow hot. Because if anything, the Morgans are even more aroused, those blue eyes blazing, bodies hard. Ready to take and own.
“That’s perfect,” Will grinds out. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Nothing could be better,” is Smith’s deep vow.
“We want you shaped to our cocks,” finishes Sam’s smooth voice. “Your pussy is gonna be molded just for us.”
My eyes fly open. Oh my god, this is so dirty. Is that even possible? I’ve never had anything up there before, so does that mean I’ll be shaped especially for them? Like I was created for this set of men? The thought is so dirty and I want it bad, giving in then.
“Yes,” comes my breathy pant. “Yes, yes please.”
Seven pairs of eyes gleam bright.
“Take off your clothes, Macy,” Trent growls slowly. “Start with that dress. That purple dress that made me think of a plum. Your plum, so ripe and juicy and ready to be eaten.”
“We love that you’re a cook, Macy,” Tim adds. “We love that you like to eat, because we like to eat, too.”
“You gave us a sample,” Will finishes. “But a sample’s not enough. We’re here now, all of us, and it’s time to get real. What do you think of that?”
My breath is coming in short bursts. I’m not afraid, not at all. But I am nervous. What will it mean if I do this?
But there’s only one path. I want to do what I want for a change. My parents have tried to control me for my whole life, tried to mold me into someone I’m not. And no one I’ve ever dated before has made me feel this awake. Alive even. It’s a whole new world, like what was previously gray and brown and drab is now sparkling with color.
So I pull my dress over my head in a smooth motion, letting it drop limply to the soft carpet near my feet.
“Come here boys,” is my soft entreaty. “Come and get what’s yours.”
And with that, the men descend. As for me? I can’t wait, shivering with anticipation because vistas are going to open tonight, making me into a real woman who’s cherished and adored … at the hands of seven men.
CHAPTER NINE
Macy
The males surround me, eyes hot, big forms looming. But instead of feeling intimidated, my insides go soft and loose, liquefying under their gaze. Because yes, it’s the new Macy. No more wallflower at the back of the school gym, unwanted and unseen. My virginity’s going out with a bang, and that means at the hands of seven men.
Reading my mind, Sam’s eyes burn.
“Touch yourself,” is his low, throaty command.
He’s the only one who hasn’t stroked me in some way yet. I wonder what Sam thinks of me. Does he like me? Does he think I’m a decent person, or the next-door whore? Because Sam’s a god, commanding and charismatic, the oldest of the brotherhood. I need him to want me like his siblings do, and a small gasp escapes my chest.
But obediently, my hand wanders down, lightly stroking through my panties. Sam nods approvingly, those blue eyes so bright they’re like diamonds, icy hot with internal fire.
My hand finds my nipples, gone hard in the cool air of the basement, and I rub against the pebbled nubs, ever so lightly. Raking fingernails softly over the skin of my shapely belly, the men moan in a chorus, eliciting goosebumps all over my body.