Mattheo Riddle Shirtless Novels & Stories

And I couldn't afford vulnerable, not when I still had eleven more days to survive. Matteo's door was only a few steps down the hallway but it felt like miles. When I raised my hand to knock I noticed it was trembling slightly, residual effects from what had just happened with Kian, but I forced my hand steady and rapped my knuckles against the wood. The door opened almost immediately and Matteo stood there shirtless in black pajama pants, his dark hair tousled like he'd been running his hands through it. His warm brown eyes widened when he saw me standing there in the sheer robe with my hair wild and my lips swollen from Kian's kisses.

Cindy let out a growl and I was afraid that Ella might take control again so I had to convince her, fast. "But—but Alpha Black was only concerned about you. He pushed her away. Don't worry about it."I washed her with her mate's body wash so she had like a musky minty smell. Before we could come out from the bathroom, Alpha Black called out to me, handing me his shirt. "Ara! Please, let her wear my shirt." I grabbed the shirt from the door and slipped it on a conscious Cindy. "Mmm! He smells so good." She took a good, long whiff of his shirt and moaned in contention. I laughed, shaking my head at her.

He had on a pair of gray skinny jeans, a white hoody and white converse with his glasses on his nose. Mate Mate I blinked and shook my head as I looked around the group of friends all of who were now looking at me with raised brows and Bennett was behind Chris holding onto his shirt and hiding his face. I frowned. Why is he hiding? Gray asked with a whine and I replied that I didn't know. Why was Bennett hiding? "Can we help you with something?" Julian asked with a perfectly shape brow raised and arms crossed I shook my head to clear the fog that clouded my mind and Gray growled, clawing at my head to get out but I kept him locked. No way was the nerd my mate. I won't have that. I rather be

I tore my gaze away from the perfect V-line disappearing beneath the towel and glared at him instead. “Where the fuck are the clothes I ordered?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “I mind-linked a maid ten minutes ago. You couldn’t wait two seconds before parading around my office half-naked like this?” Matteo didn’t look embarrassed. If anything, that small, devastating smile returned — the one that said he was perfectly happy to be scolded by me. He ran a hand through his damp hair, the movement flexing the muscles in his arm and chest. “I didn’t want to drip water everywhere again,” he said, voice low and rough from the cold. “The towel was right there. I figured it was better

Where she was looking at the place, his dark hues were roving over her small delicate form. She was clad in a black sports bra and a pair of black leggings. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she looked drop-dead sexy. Finding his gaze on her she turned to look at him as he cleared his throat. "We'll start with a warm-up, 20 laps for now," He said in his strict voice and she gulped, bobbing her head as she got to work. Draken peeled off his shirt as she started doing push-ups in the middle. Her eyes flickered to his back as his muscles flexed and that tattoo of a dragon got her attention. She instantly looked away and focused on the warm-up when he glanced her way.

She refused to witness it seated. At the front of the gathered crowd stood Matthias, regal and beautiful in the moonlight. He stood shirtless, his pants swung low on his hips as he addressed two young men in front of him. It was ritual that the pack waited for the alpha to shift first before suit. And everyone stood, with bated breath as the moonlight sliced through the ridges and curves of the muscles on the alpha’s chest.

ARRETT Xavier standing there shirtless shouldn’t be a big deal because we’ve all seen him without a shirt a thousand times. But right now with the context of what we’re about to do, it feels different. Nobody moves for what feels like a full minute. Then Nash stands up and pulls off his own shirt like he’s ripping off a band-aid. “Fuck it. We’re doing this.” Cole is still standing by the pool table looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment. “How does this even work? Do we just all—”

It didn't help that I was already an outsider for something they believed my parents did, Robin stayed by my side through it all. We were presently at the training grounds watching the men train. My eyes were fixated on a shirtless Caelum. His skin was tanned and golden, he had a full sleeve of tattoos on one arm. He was practically beating the shit out of the other guy, anger radiated off him. “He is very yummy, isn't he?" A voice said from behind me, I cut off the growl threatening to come out. “Hello Jessica." I smiled stiffly. Robin wasn't here to rescue me this time.

“I can bring you mine, Ari.” I turned my head to the left and found Matteo standing over me, a huge smile on his face. He wore a three-piece suit, very much like the one his papa wore. Weird for a boy our age, unless you were Matteo Vitale or any other mafia prince. It was actually comical to see them all running around in suits… Well, except for Nikola. He threw his suit into the pool, refusing to wear it. Rolling my eyes, I folded my hands under my head and sunk a little deeper into the grass. “No, thanks.”

He does know how to make me blush. Matteo is shirtless and is just in his dress slacks. He really is drool worthy. We’d definitely make cute pups. His hair is down from his nice bun from dinner. Definitely like his mountain man look even his beard is perfect. It’s a light beard, just enough that it's not overwhelming his face. Plus I like the way it rubs against my chin when we kiss or how it feels when he kisses my body. I start chewing my lower lip thinking about how good Matteo feels and how I wish we could connect outside of the bedroom like we do inside of the bedroom. We will get there. I have to believe we have a chance.