His Dirty Little Mate の小説・ストーリー

He looked at me with his dark golden eyes and wiggled his tail. "You stink Zion, Go away," I scrunched my nose and he looked at me. I looked away to make it real but my heart broke when I heard his sniffling. I looked at him to see that his eyes were turning glossy. Regret filled my body as I looked into my mate's tear-filled eyes. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

He followed my movement, saying while scanning my body hornily, " Maybe I'm drunk. I'm not sure. All I know is that I've found my mate after so long and... And I'm dying to have her." This man is sick! "Who are you calling your mate? Look..." I pointed at Damian, but dropped my hand when my itch kicked in again. Damian saw this and gave out a soft gasp, savoring his lip at my condition. Then he said, stunning me further with his attitude, "Your pussy must be wet. Really... Really wet. It's kicking your inside. You can't wait to get fucked." My body quivered on hearing him. Damian is insane. He's... Crazy!

He lines his thick, throbbing cock up with my messy opening and drives himself inside me with one deep, brutal thrust. "Ahhh!" I scream out, a muffled gasp into Damian’s crotch as Mateo fills me to the absolute brim. The heat is overwhelming. Mateo’s thick meat slides through Elliot’s fresh come, creating a sloppy, wet squelching noise that echoes loudly through the bedroom. He doesn't hold back. He handles me like a true possession, his heavy hands digging into my waist, leaving deep red marks as he slams his hips against mine. Loud wet sounds. It is crazy,, a punishing, dirty sound that makes my bare breasts swing wildly beneath my chest.

I smiled at the thought, Noah was a great guy and I’m sure that with a little match making on my behalf, maybe I could hook them up. I went to Purity, “thank you for your help.” “Oh, anything for Noah,” she looked at him with hearts in her eyes and I was thinking that maybe I didn’t need to play match maker, maybe things would develop naturally. My mother chose then to reappear with a young man who had brown hair who looked dirty and beat up. When his green eyes met mine, he looked shocked and whispered, “mate.” I slowly approached him and lightly touched his cheek, feeling those familiar tingles run through my fingers. It’s true, he was my mate.

' He suggested to Kai who cares for his mate, who said grumpily, unwillingly agreeing with Damian, giving his mate a way out. 'We will see that. If mate behaves, I won't claim him until he accepts us but if not then I am breaking free and claiming him, right there and then and none can stop me. Because Mate is Mine. MINE!!!' He growled in Damian's mind possessively. Hearing it, Damian sighs but leaving it behind he follows the sound to a huge ass green dustbin in a well hidden corner at the end of the wall. With a smug smirk he slowly but carefully approached the dustbin without making any sound which would alert their mate and with one swift without wasting any time he quickly removed the b

Morris backs off as I slap his hands. -"Dude, consider yourself lucky if Naomi didn't snip your family jewels off after hearing that. How thickheaded can you get? First and foremost, you never tell a mate that your intimate moment is the best 'sex' you ever had. A mate is meant to be special, not like some other girl you find on the street and have a one-time thing with. Second, how could you bring your dead wife's name, which by the way, wasn't your real mate, while you are in bed with Naomi? You're right, Matt. You screwed up big time."

“I’m your real mate.” What the actual fuck is going on?

“I’ve waited for so long to find my mate, I thought that it would be exciting and I would be one of the happiest men on Earth.” “When did you meet your mate?” “Tell me that you’ll keep this secret,” he pleads. “You have told no one about your mate?” “No,” he shakes his head. “Here I was, angry that they let you come here right after you met your mate. When did you meet your mate?” He gives me a faint smile. “If I tell you, you shouldn’t even tell Dom.” “I won’t.” “My mate is Pretty. I’m her second chance mate.”

Before I knew it, I threw up on him. Gasps spread around us. They quickly brought out their phones to capture my embarrassment. I could hear the click of pictures being taken. My face burned. When I dared to look up, his smile was gone. His jaw was tight, his ice-blue eyes locked on me as he spoke. “You smell different.” My mind was racing too fast to process what he had just said,so I could only stare blankly at him.His frown only deepened. “Tell me,” he said, his voice low enough that only I could hear, “are you my mate?”

he whispered teasingly, his hands coming to rest on the glass on each side of my head, trapping me in between. I trembled. His closeness was intimidating. This room was also entirely engulfed in his scent. And now that he was right in front of me, I just had to take one little dangerous step to bury my face in his chest and get lost in his scent forever. “You are dirty.” he suddenly mumbled. My entire face reddened, “W- what?!” I knew that with mate bond mates could know each other’s thoughts. But wasn’t it too fucking soon? We hadn’t even mated yet!