Matt Riddle Cock Novels & Stories

“Because I brought snacks.” I grabbed a hoodie and pulled it over my head, trying to hide the fact that I was still hard. “Can we not?” "We absolutely can," Riley said. "In fact, we're going to. Talk. Now." "Ugh… It was fine." "Fine?" Riley looked personally offended. "Matt, 'fine' is what you say about cafeteria meatloaf." She studied me like I was a particularly disappointing math problem. "What happened? And don't give me some bullshit about being tired."

Then the thick smell of cigarettes reaches my nostrils. I pause, scanning the rooftop. Someone else is here. My pulse jumps. Then I see him. Matt. He stands at the far edge of the rooftop, one hand braced on the railing, the other holding a lit cigar. For a second I think about turning and running while I still can. I’ve walked straight into the lion’s den. I want to flee, but my feet won’t move. Matt takes a long drag, then turns to me. A dark smirk curls his lips. “Who do we have here?”

I burst laughing at their boldness. Matt is the first one to stand out from his poor attempt at a hiding place, "Hey bro; I only wanted to see if your dumb brain has caught up to your head." I lift a hand and smack Matty behind his head, "Aaahhh, what was that for?" "For not telling me earlier." "Where is the fun in that? And it is not my fault you are as thick as a bullet." I cock my head and raise my brow at him, "Should it not be a doornail?"

Surviving trafficking and prostitution was one thing, even dreaming or retribution was something different. The path to revenge, justice, or something like it was dangerous. Would she be strong enough to see it to the end? We headed back to the office and found Matt there, sipping from a cup with a thoughtful expression. “This is really good,” Matt said, “Add a little coffee to it and it’s delicious.” Renda pouted, “Coffee ruins everything.” Walter laughed and I shook my head as she went back to the bar and made herself another cup of hot cocoa. I refreshed my coffee and sat beside Matt.

It wasn’t just my voice—it was the echo of every Matron wolf before me, filling the chamber, rattling the stone walls, shaking the doubters down to their bones. When the sound died, silence crushed us all. I staggered to my feet, chest heaving, the Crest still blazing against my palm. Around me, wolves bowed their heads one by one. Caleb’s eyes burned as he lowered his gaze. Asha knelt with her fists pressed to the ground. Even the rogues who had mocked me earlier bent the knee. All but one. A man with scars across his jaw and shoulders—his name was Brannic, a rogue fighter who had challenged me since the moment I’d entered the mountains—stepped forward, sneering.

with a smirk. “If you think you can do better, by all means,” Matt says, gesturing to me and getting off the mat. “Alright baby girl, let’s see what you got.” He comes and takes Matt’s place and I find myself smiling. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into. We start the round and, as I suspected, Cade lunges straight at me so that we land with me on my back and him on top of me but he doesn't have any kind of effective control on me so I flip him to the side and spin myself so I can lock onto his leg with my legs and stick him in an ankle lock. He only struggles for a few seconds before tapping out because those hurt like hell.

I write on the pad. “Just believe. As hard as it is, you have to believe that you will get your voice back and you will run again. You will fight again,” Matt says. I wipe my tears from my cheeks, “I will try,” I write on the notepad before looking to change the subject. “Did you get anything from the rogues?” I write. He looks uncomfortable as I simply stare at him waiting for him to update me on what they had learned. He starts to tell me everything he had gotten from the rogues.

As the possible problems rushed through my head, Matt grinned. "It's totally cool if you're not interested, Corey" he said, and picked up his briefcase once more. I yanked my pants down to reveal my damp underwear and the man's eyes widened slightly as he watched. I still couldn't believe that Matt was into this, but there was no denying it anymore. He began to stroke himself over his black pants as I rolled the underwear down my legs to expose my semi-erect cock.

"Watch your mouth." "Or what?" Marcus laughed. "You'll challenge me? You're not ready, boy. And the council knows it." The elders murmured, nodding. Marcus turned to me. "You've embarrassed this pack. A mute human with no wolf, spreading her legs for a half-breed playboy. Do you have any idea what this does to our reputation?" I opened my mouth. No sound came out. The panic was closing in. Kael stepped forward. "She's not a whore. She's my mate."

"You're getting slow." I spin around glaring. "You're lucky I didn't break your nose." Matt just grins completely unbothered. "You fight like a raccoon." He's tall in that effortless athlete way—broad shoulders, dark hair, familiar eyes, and the kind of confidence people spend years trying to fake. Robbie's younger brother. Quarterback. Pack golden boy. Unfortunately, also one of my favorite people alive. "Missed you too," he says. I shove his chest lightly. "You're an ass."