Mattheo Riddle Smut Novels & Stories

he asked. I hesitated briefly, then continued. “The way she described the sex scenes. The way she framed it. It was not subtle. It was… explicit in a way that made everything else feel obvious in hindsight. You could tell she was into BDSM. I guess Richard likes that too.” Matteo did not react, but I saw the interest in the way he leaned back slightly. “And how do you feel about it now?” he asked. I looked at the camera for a moment before answering. “I feel nothing but hatred.”

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.”

Matteo sat rigid, jaw locked, blood from a minor graze on his arm staining his shirt. Arielle sat beside him, the bloody knife now wrapped in a cloth one of the men had tossed her, her dress splattered with crimson. Neither spoke. When they finally stepped into the secure penthouse, the door had barely clicked shut before the argument began. “What the fuck were you thinking?” Matteo roared, rounding on her the moment they were alone. He paced like a caged animal, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You accepted that sick bet? You let him put a price on your body right in front of me? Then you chop off his fucking finger like some street thug? You could have gotten us both killed!”

My fists were clenched, and I shook in anger. 'Cali!' Screamed my inner wolf, and I flinched, clearing my throat. Before I could say a word to him, he shut the door in my face, and it registered with me. My mate is Alpha Edward Chasia, the cruel Alpha, and he didn't even acknowledge my presence. My breath was ragged. My legs gave up under me, and I slid against the wall to sit down. My mate was on the other side, with another woman in his bed.

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.

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.