Brock Magnus Nude Novels & Stories

I spot Brock right away and make my way over to him, where he’s standing with two females. Brock’s one of the five guys that runs the training camp. He looks like a young Jason Momoa, with long brown hair, tanned skin, and tattoos all over his chiseled chest and arms. He’s really nice to look at, but he’s tough. He pushed us to the brink yesterday with planks and squats, and his no-nonsense demeanor is all business. The two women with him are chatting, but he’s just standing there silently. I recognize one of the women as another trainee, and I’m surprised when she sticks her hand out toward me as I approach. Cautiously, I take it.

I wasn’t alone. I slowly turned toward the darker side of the balcony to see a figure standing there, leaning against the stone railing with his back toward me. Even in the darkness, I knew exactly who it was. Magnus. He looked even more intimidating away from the crowd. Without his royal cloak and the attention of the entire room on him, he seemed less like a king and more like something dangerous that had been waiting quietly in the shadows. His massive frame blocked part of the view behind him. His shoulders were broad, his dark leather tunic fitted against his powerful body, and the tattoos covering his arms seemed almost alive under the moonlight.

Her feet were adorned with black Grecian sandals that added a touch of sophistication to her ensemble. Turning my gaze to Brock, I took in his commanding presence. He wore crisp black slacks that accentuated his tall, muscular frame. The white dress shirt he sported was perfectly tailored, with the first button undone, revealing a glimpse of his strong chest. The sleeve of his shirt was rolled up right below his elbow, giving a casual yet stylish vibe. His black leather shoes gleamed, as if meticulously polished to perfection, reflecting light like a mirror. The attention to detail in his appearance gave off an air of authority and confidence. Despite my disappointment at missing the opportu

Absolutely priceless. This man. This ridiculous, stubborn, maddeningly complex man. A man who used to work as an escort. A man who once slept with a complete stranger in a hotel room ten years ago without blinking. A man who had no issue turning himself into a living fantasy for someone else’s pleasure back then. And now? Now, he can’t even consider the idea of sketching her in the nude, like Jack did with Rose in Titanic? It was hilarious. Absurd, really.

I nodded and rested my head against him, both of us silent and enjoying the moment before there was a knock on my door and Cadmus, Magnus and Blaze stepped into the room. All of them were bare-chested and only wearing pants, Blaze in a low-slung pair of jeans, top button undone and no underwear in sight, the image already giving me butterflies. Magnus wore a pair of royal purple lounge pants that sat low on his hips and Cadmus was in dark green pants, the material perfectly cut and tailored and showed off his strong thighs and backside. Goddess the sight of them did things to me and it was impossible to disguise the sudden and intense feeling of need that coursed through me, the scent of it

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.

I chuckled lightly and shook my head, “No, continue.” Magnus smiled at that as our lips intertwined. Instantly, he grabbed my clothes and put my hands on it. He pulled on my clothes, slowly undressing me as he trailed small kisses on my ear, neck, down to the collarbone, and paused until I was on my underwear. He started at the sight, admiring the view. “Wow.” I didn’t know what to feel but I felt hot all of a sudden, feeling all the wet trails of kisses He left. He then removed his shirt too, showcasing his bare chest, and water droplets trailed from his sharp jaw to his chest and down to his chiseled abs.

I climbed off his back with great difficulty, hissing in pain by how stiff and sore I was. I hobbled to his bed and sat down on the end of it, taking off my duffle bag and setting it on the floor beside me. I gasped and blushed a deep red as I saw Magnus shift back to human, the briefs he was wearing before no longer on him and I turned my face away, blushing as I caught myself staring at him. His deep masculine chuckle made me blush deeper.

Magnus came down the stairs toward us, and then in one swift motion he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. My breath hitched. Well — not only mine. Most of the women on that ground forgot how to breathe. His strong, masculine chest was on full display. God, this man was built from stone. I hated that I noticed. I hated that I could not stop noticing. "Alpha Magnus, start with Amara," Chloe said from behind him, her voice dripping with the same sweetness when she creates trouble for me. Ohh no.

Putting a hand on Brocks shoulder the blonde guy walked away. Clenching his hand onto a fist Brock cursed himself silently. If only he’d been braver. Not too worry he’d find a way to get in touch. Even if it killed him. As he walked back towards his table anger and frustration coursed through him. He was so stupid. After five minutes the blonde guy approached a miserable Brock, “Jackson White.” He said sticking his hand out for Brock to shake. “Brock Milligan. Photographer.” Brock said sadly. “You take any pictures tonight?” Jackson nudged the camera with his elbow.