His Dirty Little Mate Novels & Stories

I scoffed, “oh spare me that nonsense. You keep making the same promises that you never keep. I’m not doing your dirty work this time.” “Even though I can prove to you she’s in this villa, right as we speak?” I turned around so quickly I was nearly dizzy. “You’re a lying piss of shit,” I snapped, “and I won’t be falling for –” he paused the words right on my tongue by clicking the screen of the iPad on his table. Then he turned it up for me to see. Right there in her old room, wearing an old drab brown gown, was my mother. Everything fizzled out of me.

Filthy and loving and real. Maria smiled knowingly, sliding plates our way without a word about the obvious tension crackling between us. “Eat up, you two. Big day at the office. Lila and I have a dinosaur museum field trip planned—complete with the roaring exhibit.” Breakfast turned into beautiful chaos: Lila “rawring” between every bite, syrup smeared across her cheeks and my blouse, Dante feeding me bites of pancake straight from his fork while his free hand rested high on my thigh under the island. His fingers teased the edge of my garters, dipping just beneath the skirt to brush my slick folds, pushing a little more of his cum back inside me every time I shifted. Every brush made me cle

[Mate is so cute ] Damien wolf purred. Damien was so lost in her beauty that he forgot to breathe out. Until his sister nudges him with her shoulder, smirking. "Regretting you pushed away and also for being a stupid asshole." Sophia snickered, annoying Damien. "One thing is calling me stupid and the other an asshole. I am beginning to regret spoiling you a lot." Damien growled, but it didn't scare Sophia this time because she knows he won't her, since his mate is now back in his arms.

His inner dialog went like this: When will you admit to yourself that you have feelings for her? She’s a dirtball, there are no feelings. She’s your mate. She is not my mate. You are mistaken. I don’t make mistakes. There will be enough talk about it. It was disgusting to even think about a dirtball being his mate. There was no interest whatsoever.

She needed more. Mateo’s hands moved to her thighs, spreading them wider, giving himself full access to her most vulnerable place. He slammed into her again and again, his cock splitting her open, filling her completely, marking her as his. “You’re my little slut,” he panted, his breath hot against her ear. “My dirty, obedient little slut. You’ll never be anyone else’s.

My mate. Olivia…

‘My mate is truly mysterious. ***

“Your own fated mate didn’t want you. What does that say about you, Delilah?” My hands started shaking. I shoved them behind my back so they wouldn’t see. “It says she’s defective,” Mateo answered his brother like I wasn’t even there. “Broken. Used goods that nobody wants.” “Her mate spent years fucking her in secret and still couldn’t stand the thought of claiming her publicly.” Dante finally looked up and his storm gray eyes were colder than ice. “That’s not just rejection. That’s disgust.” My stomach turned over. Bile rose in my throat.

"My mate..." . . .

I knew I was red, but I didn't want him to tease me more about it. “Damn it Jackson! Why?! Why do you keep doing things like this?” "Because" He begins with his husky tone. “You’re my mate. And I’m just showing you how much I appreciate you.” I peek through my hands nervously. Our faces were just inches apart from each other. His devilishly handsome face just made me want to scream like a fangirl from the close proximity. I had never felt like this around any hot guy in my life. Not that I always had hot guys swarming me from left to right. But this one, he is my mate. And I believe that this euphoric feeling will never stop for the rest of our lives.