Mattheo Riddle X Reader Spicy Novels & Stories

I gulp down a large chunk of my drink, patting my lap and she inches closer, climbing onto my lap in a straddling position. Her scent is sweet, vanilla and I drop my head back as she starts to grind against me. I stare up at the ceiling, her face and hair blurry as it catches my eyes, her hands roam over me, nails gently digging into my skin and all l can think about is Aerilyn. Whistles erupt through the room, human's holler in excitement and my head turns, still laid back against the couch and I lift my head as I notice those familiar caramel hair and for a second, I think my eyes are deceiving me.

"How can you be horny whilst your wife is soaked in the blood of the man she had just murdered?" Matteo chuckles. "You seem to forget who I am, Mirabella. And yes, you look so hot soaked in the blood of the enemy and yes, I want to fuck your so hard until I'm soaked in that blood as much as you are." His eyes immediately darken as though he's unlocked a new fantasy. "Better still wife, I want you to ride me like your life depended on it whilst looking at your work of art." My thighs immediately press together. "Beg." I order.

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.

I watched Aiday's eyes grow wide, she looked at me, and smiled lightly, "Before I tell you my answer, I need to confess something to you." I got scared for a moment and stood up, ready to hear what she had to say, "I found my mate." My heart crumpled, but she didn't stop, "He's tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair, kind hearted," this woman is torturing me, I thought, "and he's a vampire." I paused when I heard that, "What?" I asked, and she nodded, "I'm your…"

Xander was replying the mind-link and at the same time, finding his way back to the venue. He was out but the woodsy-mouthwatering scent filled her nostrils, showing signs its still here with her and for her. That scent; His mate. Can he also feel the connection between them, those scents that arouse when they first meet. Did he notice?, or....is he ignoring the fact and acting oblivious of their mate bond?. She was trailed too long in her inner thoughts and only snapped out at the remembrance of Regina; what just happened. It brings only one thing to her; the fact that she really has to get out of the kitchen immediately, without any delay.

Perhaps it was the words I read moments ago that made me feel as if he wouldn't. Or maybe it was the way he looked at me. Desire. Want. But not revolt and despise. Mate. I pull away from the door, sweat coating my skin as I started pacing the length of the room. I push my fingers into my hair and itched my scalp as I try to make sense of what I read. Was I Xavier Knight's mate? The most ruthless alpha that had anyone bend the knee before him? The tingles that will rock you will have you melt into their arms. Or perhaps the beating of your heart like a drum as they are near. Another is the way you cannot simply stop thinking about them or would you be able to stop the sudden hunger to be clai

“What else could you possibly want anyway?” “I want what my pa gives to Mama.” I didn’t get to ask what that was because he pulled me into a bear hug. I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise, and my next breath was stolen when Matteo’s mouth pressed against mine. I didn’t think. I just reacted. My knee jerked upward, and he groaned in pain. Then my hand flew through the air, connecting with his nose. Crunch. It worked just the way my daddy said it would.

His pulse lurched violently, threatening to explode through his veins. “What… what’s wrong with that?” he stammered, shoving the spoon into his mouth, chewing nervously like it could anchor him to sanity. Calm down. Just a question. Just a stupid question. “That’s… weird,” Matteo continued, voice slow, eyes sharp as a blade. “You hate giving your number to anyone. But now… voluntarily?” His lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. Matthew’s throat tightened. He swallowed hard, rice scraping painfully down his esophagus. He grabbed the glass of water, drank violently, coughing until his ribs ached, until his vision blurred.

Sold for twenty million dollars, she was forced to marry a comatose Alpha. Unwanted hybrid Lyrien Ross becomes her family’s collateral after her brother’s ruinous mistake. Bought by the ruthless Romanovs, she has one purpose: carry their heir. Alone in a cold penthouse, she tends to Dimitri Romanov, the powerful Alpha clinging to life by machines. No one sees her as more than a paid breeder—except her wolf, who recognizes him as her fated mate. A relentless heat leaves her bound to her unconscious mate in a desperate, secret night she vows to bury. Then he wakes up. Dimitri survives a fatal silver bullet, only to burn with rage at his forced marriage. Cold, arrogant, and stubbornly blind to

Matteo whispered, his full lips brushing against the sensitive skin right behind my ear. His hot breath, heavy with the scent of expensive cigars and premium whiskey, practically scorched my skin. "Now listen to me very carefully with that little cyber-genius brain of yours... There is no room for anyone else's ownership in my life, Nova. Especially when I have this tight, soaking wet little pussy moaning so beautifully under me, crying out for my sperm. You don't get to think about anyone or anything else but me!" "Matteo... Ah, fuck... Stop, the guards..." I groaned, but he didn't care.