Mattheo Riddle Smut Novels & Stories

“Yeah. I should head back. Thanks for the talk, Arielle.” He gave me a small nod, almost respectful before leaving. The moment the door closed behind him, I stood up and pulled Matteo into a deep kiss. He responded instantly, hands sliding around my waist, holding me close. When we broke apart, I stayed in his arms, looking up at him. “Matteo…” I whispered, brushing my fingers along his jaw. “Are you hiding anything from me?” He froze. His body went completely still against mine. Those dark eyes stared down at me, intense and unreadable. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. For the first time in a long time, Matteo Moretti looked tongue-tied.

Our lips accidentally touched each other. Elroy looked at me in disbelief. And my heart pounded heavily. "Mate," my wolf whispered as it suddenly woke up. Wait, what did my wolf say? Was it called Elroy, mate? Is Elroy my mate too? My brain was confused by my wolf's words. How many mates did I have? Austin, Brandon, Caleb, Elroy...damn it, four! Why on earth did the moon goddess arrange this? I tried to talk to my wolf, but it fell asleep again. It was always tired and sleepy.

I squeezed his dick over his briefs watching as lust clouded his vision. "Alpha, Luna." I stopped what I was doing and acknowledge his beta. Ryan lifted his head and did the same. I pushed my hand into his boxers and he did nothing to stop me. He actually lifted the waistband to give me more space. I was comfortable because I knew I was the only who could smell his arousal and he was the only one who could smell mine. When mates meet no one else can smell their arousal except his or her mate but before that the entire world can. His gamma arrived and took his seat as well. I just held his dick occasionally giving it a light squeeze all the while rubbing the tip with my thumb covering it with

It had been seven long years since I last saw him clearly. However, when I reached Rowan’s villa, just as I was about to knock, I froze. From inside, I heard breathless sounds. I tilted my head, listened carefully, and glanced up at the familiar entrance to make sure I hadn’t gone to the wrong place. “How about it, Rowan? Isn’t it more thrilling for us to mate in our true wolf forms?” That voice… It belonged to my younger sister, Evelyn Dougherty! “Tell me, Rowan,” Evelyn gasped between breathy moans, “Who do you like being with more? Me or my sister, Mia?”

I went to my desk in the middle of the class, just as Mr Helton entered and began presenting the lesson, which I didn't understand at all. A woody flowery scent assaulted my nose, which was both appealing and powerful. I've never smelt anything so delicious in all my years, and this scent is becoming stronger by the second. In the back of my mind, I can hear my wolf roaring and pacing, chanting and shouting over and again. Mate Steps approached the door, a deep breath was taken, and my mate entered, I couldn't see her face fully since she was covering it, I continued gazing at her, and she looked at me.

"The orange one is Nacho, the gray one is Smokey, and the little chaotic one is Biscuit. You should try memorizing them. It’s good for your brain." Matteo let out a short, rough sound that was almost a laugh. "I have enough names to memorize, Serenia. Most of them belong to people who want to see me dead." "Must be exhausting," I murmured, watching Leo trip over a small dandelion patch, roll onto his back, and start laughing at the sky. "Always waiting for the next hit. Always looking at the windows like they're about to explode." Matteo didn't answer right away. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver lighter, flipping the cap open and shut with a rhythmic, metallic click-

The moment the inner bedroom door closed, Matteo turned to me with wild, desperate eyes. “We have minutes,” he rasped, voice thick with everything we’d survived. “I need you. One last time before this island burns.” He didn’t wait for words. He lifted me onto the large marble counter in the open-plan bedroom, spreading my thighs wide and dropping to his knees. His mouth attacked my pussy with ravenous hunger — tongue plunging deep inside me, licking every inch of my dripping folds before sealing his lips around my swollen clit and sucking hard. I cried out, fingers fisting his dark hair as my back arched. “Matteo—oh god—”

His amber eyes, which were evidently capable of commanding armies or—my heart apparently shone faintly in the receding sunlight like pools of molten fire. Between us was a thin, nearly invisible ruby line; it was not really visible, but it was undoubtedly there. The mate bond! My chest constricted as the realization hit me like a thunderclap. I bit down hard on my lip, hiding behind a cracked pillar as my hands trembled. ALPHA NATH IS MY MATE! Incredible right? Yes I’m shocked too. Because how!??? But did he feel it too? He tilted his head, and his steps faltered briefly as though he had sensed something.

The burn made Elias’s eyes water, but his cock leaked a steady stream across his stomach, betraying him. Matteo stood abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His monk’s robe was already tented obscenely. He unbelted it and let it fall. His body was a map of violence and devotion: scars crossing his chest, a thick treasure trail leading down to a cock that made Elias’s throat dry. Heavy, uncut, flushed almost purple, a fat vein running the underside. Bigger than Luca by far. Matteo spat into his palm and slicked himself once, twice. Then he notched the head against Elias’s hole and pushed.

That was intense, to some people it may be too intense but Matteo had a dynamic that transcends what normal people call sex. He looked at me as I stayed on the floor still trying to catch my breath, I was breathing hard and wild. My hair was disheveled and spread all over my face, with cum and spit stains on my face. I heard him mutter something, but what I made out of it was him saying beautiful, I raised my brows wondering if he was sane or not. I looked like a mess, in a sex doll kind of way and what he could say about it was. Beautiful.