Matteo Lane Nude Novels & Stories

“Go on, bimba. Open it.” I shook my head. “Open it.” His voice dropped to a command. My hands trembled as I reached for the envelope, tearing it open with shaking fingers. Photos slid into my lap, glossy, damming, impossible to look away from. Matteo. My Matteo. Naked and fucking different women in different style positions. His hands, his lips, his mouth—all over them. I froze. The room spun. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not… that’s not real.”

“Our Mate's in danger!” “We don't have a mate!” I growled, but I couldn't move, each time I would turn back to the room, worried at the sudden silence. The thought of another man's hands on her infuriated me the more and in seconds, I swiftly kicked down the door and made my way in. My mate, seeing her up close, looked small, frail, scared and confused on the bed, already fully naked while the disgusting beast stood over her, already running his dirty fingers across her legs.

You've been hurt before. "I... I need your help," I stammered. "My mother is sick. I need money." Michael raised an eyebrow, watching me. "Can you help me?" I asked, unzipping my coat, revealing the revealing dress. "I'll do anything." His gaze burned through me. He stepped closer, examining me, then picked up my dress, covering me. I froze, stunned. "You think I'd be distracted by your body?" he smirked. "Your figure isn't even among the top in the North American werewolf community."

"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."

"About you and Marcus submitting papers to the Council." When I admitted that Marcus and I had submitted mate bond dissolution papers, both of them frowned deeply. The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "We've heard about Marcus and that woman." His mother's voice carried disgust. "He went too far this time, bringing his mistress to pack events. The shame of it." "But regardless," his father added firmly, "you're still Blackwater Pack's Luna. We won't let some inappropriate woman take your place." "The pack's reputation is at stake," his mother continued. "Serena, Marcus made mistakes, but Aria is still young. For the child's sake, you should reconsider."

But, this is starting to really suck. We make it to the training grounds and I trade out Jena for Lil and this time Delta Kyle and Sam aren’t alone. Mateo is with them and he looks awful. Like he drinks all night and doesn’t shower or take care of himself. His blonde hair is long and a mess, not his usual style. He looks like he has two black eyes, but they are just sunk and deep purple from lack of sleep. He’s looking at the ground, hands tucked into his pockets.

he muttered. Matteo’s voice was calm. “Tell your sister to stop acting like a prostitute.” Click. The call ended. Carl froze in silence before groaning internally. Matteo returned his gaze to the night sky, taking another slow drag of his cigarette. He wasn’t interested in distractions. Not women. As unbelievable as it may seem, he was waiting. For his mate. He looked up to the moon in the sky and inwardly cursed the moon goddess — Laughter echoed through the training grounds.

Matteo grins as he backs me up against a tree. “I like running with you.” He says nuzzling my neck over my mate mark. “I’m enjoying this too.” I reply, pulling his face so I can look at him. “Put a pup in me, Matteo.” “With pleasure, my Luna.” He grins, as his hands cup my ass. My hands snack around his neck as my legs wrap around his waist as he lifts me up. He settles my back against the tree as his mouth moves to my nipples, licking and sucking them. I toss my head back as a small moan escapes my lips.

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.

Jasper’s Beta Lance joins them. “What’s the joke?” Lance asks. “Seb Timberman and Tempe Biczi as mates,” Jasper laughs. “Heard my name,” Sebastian joins them, standing next to Tempe, but not touching her. Both Jasper and Lance look between them before they both narrow their eyes. Temperance closes her eyes and breathes deep, “We are still working through things. We are early mates, not the full-on gross ones yet.” “Oh, yeah, totally,” Lance nods, still eyeing Sebastian with a furrowed brow.