Page 112 of Knot My MC
“How do you think it was?” Crow leans back in his chair. “I’m sure you heard her screaming.”
“Fucking hell, do we have to talk about this?” My voice is shrill, and my face is flushed, despite knowing these three have had their tongues all over my body.
Logistically, I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I wasn’t expecting the question and I’m not really sure I want to give a report on how well Crow did—which was damn good by the way.
“Don’t be shy, Kiks.” Jag winks. “But that wasn’t the sex I was talking about. How was the sex in your game?”
“Oh.” I take a sip. “It was sufficient.”
“Sufficient?” Knox’s brow furrows. “All the fuss forsufficient?”
I release a heavy sigh. “Well, I expected a little more for how long the buildup was. It was pretty plain. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely still liked it, but it would have been cool to see some crazy orc-kink stuff.”
“Like maybe he could have used one of his sharp extra-long teeth to tickle the glory hole?”
“What?” I give Jag a concerned once over. “Would you like a sharp tooth shoved up your ass?”
He snorts. “Hell no.”
“I guess if it wasn’t sharp…” I trail off. Is that position even possible? I guess it would depend on the length of the tooth and the angle of the orc’s head between her legs. How would he clean it before going to kiss her once he was done? “No. I don’t think that’s what I want either. I don’t know. He’s a monster—shouldn’t he be a little rougher or something? Like maybe taking her from behind while he pulls her hair hard enough to wrench her head all the way back until she can’t move, basically holding her hostage while he ruts into her or maybe a primal scene.”
Silence follows my verbal vomit. I take another sip of beer and shove a forkful of cheesy pasta into my mouth. Right. Maybe that was too far, but honestly, that sounds hot as hell to me.
I don’t buy the gentle monster sex; at least not gentle missionary monster sex. Maybe a gentle reverse monstergirl or doggy style or something, but missionary?
Too human.
“That’s not a bad concept,” Crow says, stabbing noodles. “Have you thought about writing your own story for the app?”
I definitely have a thousand ideas… but writing a story?
“I don’t know.”
“Have you tried? Surely, whatever you write will be better than that miscommunication stuff you were talking about.” Knox chews his food and stares me down.
“I feel weirdly pressured about this.”
“Maybe we all just want to see how kinky the smut you write will get.” Jag nudges me. “You could even try writing the scene I suggested.”
I laugh. “Nice try. No teeth in the ass. But I think I might fiddle around with an idea. The website says they’re always looking for submissions. I don’t know if it’ll even be good enough.”
“There’s only one way to find out.” Crow takes another bite of his food.
Knox’s phone rings, and he grumbles, dropping his fork and grabbing the device. “What’s up, Royce?” I not so subtly eavesdrop. The voice on the other end is muffled, but there’s no mistaking the rage that flashes across Knox’s face. “You’re sure? Where’s Nova now?” He pauses, and I straighten.
“Did something happen?”
He nods. “Okay. We’ll go look for her now.” After hanging up, he tosses the phone onto the table. “Well, we found the fuckers who hit the clubhouse.”
“How?”
“Royce and Mountain were checking in on Nova for us, just making sure she had everything she needed, and three alphas tried to roll up on them. It turned into a brawl. Apparently one of the guys talked some shit about the bombs they left for us.”
“Did they kill them?” Jag asks, shoving aside his food.
“No. But it was bloody. Rita’s mate came out and helped the guys win the fight. Rita and Nova escaped out of the back. The cops are there now, questioning everyone.”
“Were there witnesses?” I stand. “We need to find Nova before the cops do. I’ll change.”
