Mattheo Riddle Smut Novels & Stories

Her body began to sway invitingly, twisting with an imperative need and with excitement powerfully stirring within her. Matteo spread her legs and inserted his fingers into her folds. For minutes, he caressed her sweet button, anxious to feel her tightness. The man's fingers were bathed in her special essence—enchanting, exciting, provocative. Unable to contain himself for another minute and letting himself be carried away for the first time by his emotions alone, he tore the garment that prevented him from tasting her sex. He leaned down and placed his tongue on her shaved triangle, where he drank her sweet and delicious elixir.

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.

The men exchange knowing looks as they glance toward Damien sitting in the main seat. I clench my fists, trembling as I turn to face my beloved mate. Beside him, in what used to be my seat, sits Celia. Damien doesn't even try to hide it. He smiles slightly. "Whoever defeats Aria gets her complete nude photo collection as a bonus. Plus full recordings of that night." His voice carries easily across the hall. "Alpha's the best!" The men erupt in excitement. Damien looks at me, amusement dancing in his handsome features.

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

Evelyn gasped between breathy moans, “Who do you like being with more? Me or my sister, Mia?” I covered a hand over my mouth in disbelief. “Of course, it’s you, my little temptress. You know how to please me so much better than Mia ever did,” Rowan’s voice came next, rough and panting. “Honestly, I’ve had enough of that blind princess and her lifeless eyes. Every time I look at her, I feel like I’m shackled by chains of duty and morality. I can’t breathe around her!” Evelyn’s tone was laced with triumph. “See? I’m smarter than her, I know how to satisfy you, and most importantly, I’m not blind. So why don’t you just break off the engagement with her and be with me instead?”

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.