Mattheo Riddle Smut Novels & Stories

Nathan “Wait Rowan, what?” I asked my wolf in confusion, “he is our mate,” Rowan said in my head. The revelation hit me like a hammer to the head. How could Leo possibly be my mate yet I was not into men. “Are you sure?” I asked again. “I can never be wrong, his scent calls to us.”

Just when I said those words, he retreated his face from my core and I whimpered, he couldn't do this now, he caressed my neck, slowly down to my chest while I looked at him desperately "What are you doing?" I asked. "What is going on between you and Michael, Mate," "Fuck," I whispered, knowing what he was playing at. He deliberately got me high just so that I can answer his question. He was still caressing me, making my body burn with pleasant sensations "Nothing," "I don't believe you." "Nothing, I swear," I cried when his fingers thrust into my pussy. "Then what were you talking about?" He asked, removing his fingers from me and licking them.

I stared at him, an unexplainable sadness stirring within me. "Then, would you be willing to become my fated mate?" I asked. He froze, surprised by my sudden question. He fell silent. I knew then that he was hesitating, struggling. He only desired to keep me as a toy, but he wasn’t willing to pay the ultimate price. "What? Not willing?" I laughed, "Your ‘love’ is worthless after all." "James, stop insulting me with your hypocrisy." I said coldly, turning to leave. "Emily!" He called out urgently, "Don’t be so unreasonable! I’ve humbled myself; what more do you want?"

Or even get enough of the scent. Who does this scent belong to? Looking down, in front of the tree, sat a lady in shattered dress and she looked unkempt and malnourished and she seemed to be sleeping. How come she is yet to notice us? Tenor stirred up and seemed suddenly interested in her. Who is she? "Mate!" He said and I stepped back a bit in abrupt shock. Mate? How could I have a mate? And that too so soon? "Please, don't give me that. Selene promised us a new mate. See, she look lean. Take her inside." He said but I could not move from the place.

I had no idea what sort of discomfort was spreading across my heart, but it was slicing every inch of mine. “Alpha?" I heard Matteo's voice ring right outside of the office and I turned. Heavy footsteps hurried toward my office and Charlotte lazily began to button up her shirt, not caring if she was being seen naked, my semen dripping across her lips but Matteo ignored her, a tensed expression instead on his face.

She appears to be feeling better today," I mused to myself. She was closing her eyes as though she was bracing herself for the blow when she hit the floor. I was drawn to her lips and her immaculate skin. A grimace with pink lips shaped like a bow is tightly closed. "They reminded me of my mate's lips," I said to myself. but dismissed that notion right away. What's wrong with you? He chastised himself, "You are seeing your mate in every girl you are looking at." When I was free of the anguish, I cautiously opened my eyes. Then I noticed his ferocious gaze fixed on me. Then I understood that I had been captured by the Alpha. "I constantly feel so awkward," I chastised myself.

My thoughts were interrupted when Devyn pulled my arm and led me to one of the seats. “What are you idling around for? River’s been waiting for a while,” he said. I sat down and came across a brunette guy with brown eyes. He was taller than Devyn but was shorter than me. I would say that he’s a decent-looking guy. “So, this is your type, huh?” I teased in our mind link. “Shut up,” he said, and I saw as his cheeks turned pink. I smirked. However, the smirk fell out of my face when I got a whiff of River’s scent. Is that— Is that my mate's scent? I unknowingly glared at him, which made him squirm in his seat.

"Hmm" Mathew scratched his head as he took a screenshot shot of the page of the web and sent it to Dominco along with a text that said: EVER HEARD OF THIS GUY IN YOUR ELITE ASSOCIATION BEFORE?. He wasn't expecting a reply from Dominco so he turned off his tab and placed it on the table as he sat down on the edge of the bed to finish up his stick of cigar.

Matteo watches me through the mirror; red covers my neck when his mouth leaves the place he bit. His tongue licks the stray tear falling on the side of my face, leaving a mix of my blood and his saliva next to my cheek. White clouds my vision, blurring everything from focus as my sex chews against his fingers when my body spasms beyond my control. I'm certain my legs gave way, but I'm still standing. Matteo is holding on to me. Usually, Matteo would thrust into me until my climax ended, but this time, he pulled away midway through and the orgasm that I worked and embarrassed myself for ended abruptly, leaving me feeling dirty at the lacklustre orgasm.

Matthew swore silently, I’ll beat both you and that lunatic into the ground. He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his face furiously where the spit had landed. Disgust and humiliation surged through his veins. “Matteo,” Matthew said sharply with irritation, “your crazy brother is out of his mind again.” The smell still lingered. What the hell did that bastard even eat? It was so bad Matthew felt like scrubbing his face with acid just to erase it. “He’s our brother, Matthew,” Matteo replied calmly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “And between the two of us.....your blood is quite similar to his.”