Matt Riddle Cock Novels & Stories

His touch felt like a warning, like he knew I might try to make a run for it at the slightest opportunity. “Lucas,” I said,my voice dropping several octaves lower. “Whose dinner are we attending?”. His grip on my back tightened before he answered. “An old friend.” The words were heavy and a little too vague, almost confirming my suspicions. And then the door swung open. And there he was…Matt Richards, cheesing from ear to ear like the whole world was his stage…like it had never broken him. He looked the same honestly: expensive suit, devilish grin, deceptive eyes devoid of truth.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

No, man, I feel it too," Matt includes with a sigh as he places his head in his hands. "Alright," I reply, the frustration dripping from my words, "Jonah was a bust tonight. What about the mystery guy?" I ask, hoping Matt got something useful, but I know I will be disappointed by that answer too. "Unlike the Longue, I couldn't flirt my way past the attendants," Matt grumbles, and I know his pride is a little wounded at the knowledge that his charm doesn't work on everyone. "They were more serious than any Beta I've ever met."

I have taken so much money from Seb, he is not a happy boy, even though we have all had to sub him so that he can play in the first place. And after poker, I have my goodnight booty call with Jared, life is so fucking perfect, even the nightly dirty dreams I have about Jared and Ryder have seemed to settle down now. a part of me is waiting for the other ball to drop and everything go to shit. Ryders friend Marcus, who I suspect was the boy munching down Alpha cock on Sunday night, found his mate in the very handsome form Sean Sims, of course they don’t use the term mates because that would be a very inhuman thing to say.

"And the guys can't get their eyes off you." What does this guy even want? I didn't ask him to report to me who was staring and who wasn't—of course, I knew they were staring. Probably, they might be the ones who took my clothes. "What can I do for you? I don't know you," I muttered. "I've never seen you before." "Yeah, sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Collins, you wouldn't know me because we don't go to the same school." He smiled, his clean-shaven face made him look boyish. "I'm from the Bayview Silver pack and I attend Redwood Ridge High."

This is just like the Elite Ai, except it doesn’t have the advanced features for spying—not that I need it. I was dropped off in front of the same building I went to when Jett and I visited New York and I recruited Matt, known to others as Rio Trafaller, as my sniper. I haven’t had to use that request yet and I hope I never have to. I entered the same run-down building and went straight to their apartment, knocking thrice. I announced, “It’s me.” A few moments later, the door opened and revealed a topless Matt. His ripped, lean body made me raise my brows and questioningly look at him. He followed where I was looking and hastily cupped his chest.

His dark hair was cropped short, and his arms were covered in intricate tattoos that peeked out from beneath his rolled-up sleeves. "No harm done," he said, his voice deep and friendly. "You must be Brooklyn." I blinked, surprised. "How did you—" "The whole pack knows about you," he said with a chuckle. "The mysterious newcomer who's got the Alphas and the King all stirred up. I'm Matt, by the way. Gamma Matt. I was one of the warriors on duty the night you were brought in." I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I don't remember much about that night. I was... not in a good state."

Matt stayed quiet and watched him silently throw tantrums. After a while, Allerick turned to him, “What do you think to be done? don’t just stay there moping and saying nothing!” “If only you’ll permit me to say…” “Just say what you have to say will you!”, Allerick retorted. “I’ll rather we met one of the guards who were on standby at the time of the incident. Toss them a few silvers they’ll be ratting their guts out…”, Matt stopped, “Of course, you don’t have to do anything at all. I could do all of it, remember this is undercover…”

"Ready?" Matt asked as he pulled two small familiar vials from his pocket. "Okay..." Camden whispered her agreement in a small voice as Matt handed her the tiny bottle. "Cheers!" he said, holding his bottle out towards her once he'd unscrewed the lid. "Cheers," she replied unenthusiastically, clinking her bottle against his. Hesitantly, they both drank the contents, pulling faces of distaste once they were done. "God, that was disgusting," Camden complained, wiping her lips as if that might rid her of the lingering aftertaste. "Yours too?" Matt asked, wiping his tongue with the sleeve of his sweater. "So what now?" she asked, looking up again. The sky seemed to give her peace while the lands

Akira threw her question at me, asking me the same thing I had earlier wanted to avoid—the same question I had feigned ignorance about. Her gaze was fixed on me as she waited for my response, but since it had gotten to that, I knew I couldn't escape it anymore. A small smile curled my lips, and I said to her, "I can never be his mate; I'm just a poor Omega." My voice, although small, was firm enough to convey my hidden intentions—don't even think of it! But the words had barely left my lips when Akira's face broadened with a smile. "I know, Xenra, I know you can never be his mate," She said, "I was just asking. I just wanted to hear your opinion about my brother, if he was someone you could