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Mateo’s grin shriveled and died on his face. “What,” Mateo asked, defensively. “This is Riley? You didn’t tell me your beta is a girl.” Mateo eyed her appreciatively. “Woman,” Kadeem corrected automatically, but he was hardly paying attention anymore. The amount of anxiety coming off his beta was overwhelming him. Riley narrowed her eyes at Mateo. “Who the fuck are you,” she asked, scowling. Mateo opened his mouth. “Don’t answer that,” Riley said, cutting him off. “That was rhetorical, asshat.”

Sighing, I crawled under the sheets and stared out at the dark, starry sky. I wonder if half vampires also have mates? Will I know who's mine when I see him? *~*~*~*~*~*~* Hola Beautiful Readers! Have a fun read and if you liked the story then please support the author on I* @alice_blonday ;) Meanwhile, SMILE because you look beautiful smiling. Adios!

“You might need a little sweetness in your life." Since I was dazed by his words, I opened my mouth and tasted the sweet taste of chocolate and cream on my tongue. “Delicious, right?” I mindlessly nodded my head then looked away from him. Shit. What is happening to me? “You can’t deny the mate bond,” Aspen whispered into my mind. “And he’s just so charming!” She squealed. I internally rolled my eyes and looked at our still intertwined hands. Our hands fit perfectly with each other as if they were simply made for each other. I can’t deny the warm feeling in my chest, but it’s surpassed by my desire to take revenge for my mother.

Dear readers, please be warned that this chapter contains mature themes and some of the scenes might be too raunchy for some of you. If you are not into graphic sexual description, please just skip this chapter. I will provide a brief summary of this chapter in the next one. Under The Siren's Spell Usually, not even the most tempting aroma of freshly brewed coffee or baked cone could make it easier for Matthew to wake up in the morning, but the feel of the warm, soft female body atop him immediately awakened him. He stirred and peered at the beautiful face before him.

I always thought the hot sex scenes were only in my dirty books, but with a mate like Matteo I get the live action version of my books. I can feel myself close to my orgasim as I move my hips to Matteo’s fingers rhythm. I can tell Matteo is also close to his release and I have a feeling this is only round one of the evening. My walls clench around Matteo’s cock as I moan into our wild kisses. Matteo finds his release shortly after me. We settle for a moment catching our breaths.

He bucked subtly, chasing the stretch, tears pricking his lashes from the intensity. When he was ready, loose and begging with silent pleas, I fitted the condom on myself, slicked my cock, and positioned myself at his entrance. I pushed in inch by inch, savoring the drag, his heat enveloping me completely. “FFuck, Elliot,” I groaned softly, bottoming out, our hips flush. His nails dug into my shoulders, a stifled cry swallowed by my kiss, deep, consuming, our tongues sliding as I started to move. The pace was unhurried, sensual rolls of my hips grinding deep, hitting that spot inside him over and over. I kissed his neck, sucking marks that appealed to something deep within me, whispering pra

He stands at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed and his grey eyes tracking every reaction, every gasp, every clench of my pussy, like he’s studying me for later. By the time they’re done, I’m shaking, dripping, pulling at every restraint, begging with words that aren’t sentences. My nipples are swollen and red from mouths and fingers. My clit is throbbing from Rowan’s teasing. My lips are wet with Kai’s pre-cum. I am thoroughly, completely desperate. “She’s ready,” Matteo says. “I’m going first.” He strips the white dress off me entirely and climbs between my legs and lines himself up. He pushes inside me in one deep stroke that makes my mouth fall open.

“Aw, I know lovey, leaving your friends behind is hard, isn’t it?” Then she’s gone again. Rafael’s arm twitches. “Ow! Fuck!” Matteo hisses and he starts to rub his leg. “What’s wrong?” I ask, speaking for the first time. “My leg. Feels like a muscle cramp.” “Hm,” Rafael says and finally puts his right hand on the table. It’s empty. “That would be the ricin.” “The what?” Matteo asks.

Suddenly, Enzo was in front of me, tilting my chin up, his lips crashing into mine. It wasn’t gentle. It was punishment and reward all in one. When he pulled away, my lips were bruised. My breath stolen. And then Matteo pulled me back into him from behind, his hand sliding down my belly, lower, lower— “Open,” he whispered. I obeyed. Lorenzo stood inches away, eyes burning into me. Matteo’s fingers slid between my folds, slow and teasing. “So f*ck*ng wet,” he groaned. “She’s been begging for this without a word.”

The scent of myrrh and olives filled the air. Matteo stepped forward first, naked, tattoos livid in the dawn light. He climbed onto the altar and straddled Elias’s chest, thick cock already leaking. Without ceremony he pushed into Elias’s mouth, groaning as heat enveloped him. Elias took him eagerly, throat relaxed from days of training, swallowing until his nose pressed into the coarse hair at Matteo’s base.