Mattheo Riddle X Reader Spicy Novels & Stories

Matthew particularly liked the candy effect that Satya gave the main star in the middle of the game. Without any prompting or force, Rena responded to his deliberately unmoved after breaking through and sinking entirely into the gripping warmth. Rena's sensation is so tight and throbbing amazingly that Matthew closes his eyes in enjoyment. Either because of the evidence of his passion being a casanova in the show or the effect of the burrow never being penetrated. "Ah, so narrow." Matthew felt squeezed to the core and wanted to finish quickly, especially seeing that the hungry lions were already moving in on the quarry in front of him.

He whispered back, his breath now hitting my neck and I slightly shuddered, praying silently he didn't take notice of that. When I didn't give any quick response, I felt the bed dip beside my head, Ryan now towering above me, his eyes appraising my entire body. I turned entirely scarlet. His scent assaults me. His breath is too hot, and his eyes are too blue, like an ocean about to engulf me. I’m trapped under him. If I stayed here a moment longer, I wouldn't be able to deny the rapid beating of my heart and the arousal pooling between my legs. His thumb rubbed along my bottom lip right before he grabbed my head, and his fingers squeezed without mercy. The humor present in his eyes a moment

Cassandria POV. I wake with a moan, feeling something wet against my pussy. My hips move on their own as I moan again. I open my eyes and look down at the lump that is under the quilt. I lift the quilt to see Matteo eating me out like a man starved. “Fuck, I’m going to come.” I grip his hair and move my hips faster, chasing my release. My legs shake and my back arches up off the bed. His fingers slip inside of me. Rubbing against that sweet spot.

I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the protests and glares. And then I saw him. Tall and broad-shouldered, his black hair gleamed under the moonlight. He stood with his back to me, speaking to one of the elders, a soft smile on his lips. My breath hitched. Eamon. The Alpha prince. Was my mate.

Evelyn gasped between breathy moans, “Who do you like being with more? Me or my sister, Mia?” I covered a hand over my mouth in disbelief. “Of course, it’s you, my little temptress. You know how to please me so much better than Mia ever did,” Rowan’s voice came next, rough and panting. “Honestly, I’ve had enough of that blind princess and her lifeless eyes. Every time I look at her, I feel like I’m shackled by chains of duty and morality. I can’t breathe around her!” Evelyn’s tone was laced with triumph. “See? I’m smarter than her, I know how to satisfy you, and most importantly, I’m not blind. So why don’t you just break off the engagement with her and be with me instead?”

The image of a certain grey eyed man flashes into my head and that sends shivers down my spine. My breath hitches with flushed cheeks, eyes closed, imaging his gruff Russian accent whispering nasty things into my ear. I unconsciously clench against Mathew, turned on by my imagination. “Damn, ugh!” He cums abruptly into the latex confinement of the condom and that sadly breaks my imagination. Annoyance simmered in my chest as he rolled off me, panting hard like a thirsty dog..... “Babe, that was awesome....” He chuckled to himself.

And when they get stuck in an elevator together? I nearly choke on my wine. Because I’ve lived it. Every sultry glance. Every breathless second of silence. Every goddamn inch of electric tension until you feel like you’re going to combust. Except in this book, the heroine gets railed six ways to Sunday. I bite my lip and shift under the sheets. My skin is on fire. My mind? Worse. Because it’s not the fictional CEO I see. It’s Matthew. His mouth. His voice. His scent—woodsy and expensive and unfair. He's whispering dirty promises against my throat.

My heart continued to slam in my chest, tingles rippling through my jaw and face, sending a shiver down my spine. He bent his head to my level, his intense, fiery-hot gaze uncovering my soul. My light brown eyes met his green ones, filled with a mystery that held me together, one that pulled and sucked me in. My eyes grew larger by every second. “Regalia, my mate.” I pinched my eyes closed. He could not have said that. I—I must have only imagined it. He had no reason to say that, but those words wouldn't stop echoing in my mind.

Ezli says "Wait, then that means that the mates come with a particular being in the person, right?" I ask thoughtfully "Yes." She says again "Okay, so if Eros, who is a witch is the destined mate for the witch side of me. Then, the prince is Mate's with what side of me? The wolf? ... I really only know you, Ezli!" I remind her I could feel Ezli smiling "Yes, The Prince is the destined mate of your wolf, which is also me."