Drea De.matteo Nude Novels & Stories

A long, timeworn oak table dominates the space, set with tarnished silverware and crystal glasses that catch the dim light of a flickering chandelier. Rich, dark draperies and intricate wallpaper create an atmosphere of gothic refinement. Yet the room's true inhabitants—a pack of werewolves—command attention. Their eyes gleam with a feral intelligence, and their skin lit by the soft glow, hints at both wild beauty and latent danger. They were everything I was expecting and more. Beauty was something I was inherently used to as a vampyre, but never I've I ever seen a collective one as such. Wild hairs, sculpted face, hard eyes and beautiful eyes.

Even though she wasn't William's actual mate, being regarded as such felt undeniably good. "Wow, you're real!" the person exclaimed. "Most of us have never seen you, so we were starting to believe that our Alpha finding his actual mate, and not some political match, was just a rumor." "Indeed, I am very real and eager to see my mate. Could you please direct me to his study?" Natasha replied, adding a touch of pride to her words. "Yeah, sure, it’s right up there, then turn left. I’m Daphne," she said, extending her hand.

Matthias even came when they rolled and fought on the ground. Matthias, his face red, panting and glaring at him with those green eyes. Those fucking beautiful green eyes that looked like moss. And those muscles, gleaming with sweat. Imagine those big hands when they touched him—no! No, no, no, no! What the fuck was he thinking about?! Dante realized with sheer horror that his thoughts were leading into something forbidden. Something... sexual. He was dreaming about being manhandled by Matthias. Oh God. Fuck.

He had a serious look on his face and appeared as if whatever they were talking about was indeed serious, however, the girl was giggling half of the time and I felt my wolf nearly jump through my skin when she touched my mate's arm. I took in the appearance of the girl, briefly looking her up and down. Her hair was short only reaching to her shoulders, hair black as the night. She wore a rather very short skirt and provocative top, I snarled mentally at the thought of her trying to get the attention of my mate. My mate. 'This bitch better know our mate is ours alone,' Patrice growled. I just cleared my throat to catch their attention and my mate's eyes darkened as he scanned my body.

She did not respond, I tried to touch her but my palm got burned, anger was a bad thing for her I stared at Avery who was already stripping while dancing wild, everybody had already brought their phones out to record what was happening. She climbed the strip pole with her boobs exposed and started dancing like a snake on it. The freaky side of me liked the sight of it because how amazing it was… The things that I could do to her on bed, I instantly snapped out of it and made way to bring her back to her normal self. I grabbed her hand and she bent over, trying to twerk on me.

“I can bring you mine, Ari.” I turned my head to the left and found Matteo standing over me, a huge smile on his face. He wore a three-piece suit, very much like the one his papa wore. Weird for a boy our age, unless you were Matteo Vitale or any other mafia prince. It was actually comical to see them all running around in suits… Well, except for Nikola. He threw his suit into the pool, refusing to wear it. Rolling my eyes, I folded my hands under my head and sunk a little deeper into the grass. “No, thanks.”

Making my way in, Addison sauntered her way to Jace before pulling him in for a long kiss that made my stomach twist in an unruly manner. She was dressed in a nude dress that hugged her like a second skin, her stiletto heels in place, her makeup was done to perfection and her well-manicured nails were on display as she spread her hands on Jace's broad shoulders. Yeah bitch, kiss your man while you can. I thought mentally rolling my eyes at her.

“But don’t touch yourself. That pussy belongs to us now.” She stepped under the spray. Water stung her sore spots. She scrubbed fast. Trying to erase them. But every time she moved, she felt the ache inside. The stretch. The fullness they left behind. When she stepped out, towel wrapped tight, Matteo was waiting with the dress. Black. Short. Low cut. Mesh panels over her nipples and between her legs. Basically nothing. “Put it on,” he said. She hesitated. Luca stepped close. Voice low. “Or we fuck you right here. Again. And film it. Your choice.”

One hand he held a gun in as if it were a pencil rather than a weapon. He was breathtakingly handsome as he stood there shirtless. The kind of beauty that caused you to doubt your own sanity. However he exuded danger so strongly that I wanted to run. Bad idea. Matteo was behind me. A young woman knelt on the floor, trying to cover her bare chest while crying, her breasts we're almost spilling out.She was trembling too much. Her waist was uselessly encircled by her bra. Her mascara had made her face look like a terrifying painting and blood had streaked her cracked lip.