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I moaned as he rubbed circles on my clit. "Oh Eloise," He breathed. "Matt," I replied softly before biting his bottom lip. When we finally broke away from each other, Matthan's eyes were dark and lustful. His lips moved towards mine once more. We continued to kiss, this time slower and deeper, almost as if savoring the moment. He pushed me against a nearby tree, his hand moving down my thighs to where I wanted it most. With a final kiss, he slipped his finger inside me and pressed his cock firmly against my entrance. His fingers were long and skilled, teasing and caressing me as he loosened my entrance. Then he slowly entered me. Our bodies fit together perfectly as if made for each other. S

Chapter: 101. ***** "So, good." He spoke into Alexander's mouth. "Feels so good inside you, baby." "Matthew... Ahh!" Alexander met those sea green eyes, they were deep and he could feel them move like the waves of the sea. He pulled his lips away and stared deeply into those eyes, he was convinced now, without a doubt. Matthew kept their gaze locked like he wanted him to see, he wanted him to know. Alexander gasped loudly from the intense feeling feeding into his heart and set his entire core aflame. If he was dealing with a Mythical creature then perhaps... He had no idea how it was even possible, and frankly speaking now isn't the appropriate time to strike up that conversation so instead,

I rolled my eyes at Matthew, obviously eager to hear his answer. "What do you think?" Matthew looked nonchalant, but his eyes betrayed him. Matthew glanced at my nose, perhaps wondering how long when my nose and his nose touched, he could resist the urge to kiss me. "I don't really know." I lowered my voice. "I want you to tell me the answer." "Insipid." Matthew said coldly. "Although you say this is very insipid, it seems that your eyes have betrayed you. I can see the fire in your eyes. So don't try to deny it anymore because I won't. I don't believe you."

He couldn't be related to Dagon, could he? "Who are you related to?" He smiled brightly and told me I had to figure that out myself as he stood and headed toward the counter and brought over a plate of baked cookies. I eyed him oddly trying to figure it out when Adria whined in my mind that Jaxon was kissing Noah. I growled and stood to rush back to him and was grabbed by Grigori and pulled back against his chest. I called on my hellfire and was going to blast him but paused when he too was covered in the flickering flames. My eyes widened more when he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. I kneed him in the groin making him release me and ran into the living room to see Jaxon on

I kind of knew why, but I wanted him to say it out loud. He stopped moving and stared at me for a while. His eyes shifted colour. Akela was probably trying to take over and attack me like an animal. "Mate. Mine!" He growled lowly, making me gasp. Oh, why did that sound so good? "Mate! I want my mate!" Iris started to chant, her impatience ignited because of the lustful temptations. Of course, I also wanted him. But what was taking so long? Locking gazes with him, I slowly lowered one strap of my bra, making sure that I was torturing him with my movements.

When he read those part he smelled her arousal thickening in the air,he knew if he slipped his fingers inside of her it would go in easy because of how wet he knew she was, smiling he kept reading, She was uncomfortable and needed more than what Mathew was giving her,she wondered why he was still reading and not ramming her like kits,his hands on her nipples were doing strange things and she couldn't help it she moaned out loud, "Mathew please!" Rubbing her thighs together she wished she was Lora right now and that Mathew was telling her all the things kita was telling Lora,."do you want me to go harder Lora,I can fuck you for days if the goddess permits, nothing right now is taking me away

She let herself drown in Matteo, the man she craved since the moment their eyes met. His mouth trailed towards hers while her breath hitched. There was nothing sweet or gentle about Matteo now. He was sharp, rough, minty, and wild, like a roaring ocean tide. His fiery mouth crashed into hers, nipping at her lower lip, probing to gain admission. She opened her mouth to him and he plunged straight in.

He spun around slowly as he spoke, but Jason borrowed courage from the devil and pinned him against the wall. “You, you are the problem here. Gosh, why are you so sexy?” Jason tiptoed and placed a butterfly kiss on his sternum, Mathew’s heart raced as his touch was livening the desire in his heart. “You are drunk. Go to sleep.” Mathew broke his hold easily and tried to pick him up, but Jason knelt on the ground and snaked his arms around his waist. “No! You must repay me.” Mathew scrunched up his face in fervor when Jason’s breath brushed past his groin, his wolf purred in delight. His boner was like a little attention seeker, bulging out to tear apart the bounds of his skintight jeans.

Mateo rises and looks at me as if I am his prey. He starts undressing himself. I watch him as he undresses himself. He is too beautiful. I stand up and trail my hand all over his chest, my mouth drooling. I love what I am seeing. I start kissing his chest. He moans and clenches my hair. He moans in a sexy way. His moan sounds like a heavenly melody in my ear. The sparks flow between us. My back hits the soft bed with our lips still locked in a heated way. His hand explores my body as he starts worshipping every inch of it with his soft kisses. I can feel the hardness of his erect, long cock on my belly. I want him to fuck me already. I am so fucking wet for him.

The dislike that I had for Xavier in the beginning was nothing compared to the disgust in this guy’s eyes as he looked at me. He looked older, mid-twenties maybe. But was that right? Mathieu looked to be in his mid-thirties and I was sure he was older. Was Xavier even twenty-two years old? “This girl can’t be real.” He looked me up and down and I pulled a face. “A wolf can’t have a human mate, let alone the same mate as another wolf. Not even wolves can have two mates. She’s a witch.” His hazel eyes narrowed at me and I looked back at him with the same intensity.