Mattheo Riddle X Reader Spicy Novels & Stories

“Mate! Go to our mate!” her wolf kept saying inside of her. "Shut up, Christa!" Cassandra snapped. She gritted her teeth trying to control her wolf because she was trying to take over and Cassandra wouldn’t let that happen. If Christa were to take over, it will surely be chaos. The man must have sensed it, her mate, and started looking around him until their eyes met. Cassandra felt the world suddenly stop as she looked at him. Tall, broad shoulders, strong jaws, has a powerful aura, and gorgeous. Cassandra almost drooled over him.

I heard a voice and snap my head toward the stairs. I saw a handsome, well-built man standing there. He was wearing a black shirt with matching pants. His facial features were also not bad but his eyes are red, which gave you a bad vibe. He was also emitting a dark aura that will make you scared. “You?” I asked and he chuckled. “I am Rick, your soon-to-be mate.” He said, and I became shocked. What did he mean by soon-to-be mate? I have a mate, and he was waiting for me.

I answer the call, my instincts telling me that whatever it is it cannot be good. “Who is your mate?” Her angry voice made me flinch. How did she find out? Nicholas and Saxon tensed beside me as they heard her voice. “Mom,” I start only to be cut off by her. “Who is your mate? Aiden, I asked you a question first,” Nicholas looked sorry and Saxon shrugged at her stern voice. “It’s Anna Carter, Mom.” I sighed, there is no point in hiding the truth. “And you did not mind telling me because?” She continues in her Alpha tone, which she used only when was extremely angry.

He followed right after, filling me again with hot pulses that made me shudder. We shifted positions for the fourth me on top now, riding him slow and deep while he sat up against the headboard, hands on my breasts, mouth sucking at my nipples again. “Ride me just like that,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Gods, you’re so fucking sexy when you take control.” I rolled my hips in circles, grinding down on him until we both shattered together again, my head thrown back, his teeth grazing my neck in a claiming bite that didn’t break skin but sent sparks through our mate bond.

My wolf Rowan had been crying in my head, telling me to go and talk to our mate, but I just couldn't bring myself to. I still remember that kiss, the way it had made me feel, I must admit, that's how a kiss is supposed to feel. That's what people have been raving about, I haven't felt it with the girls I've dated, Chloe included. I haven't felt it with anyone but him, even Luca's made me feel disgusted, but his was different. I guess it's because he's my mate….

he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

I didn't know what to make of it, so I just brushed it off. " What do you want to talk about." I was weirdly enjoying our conversation until Black mentioned something about him also being our mate. That's when I caught his scent, roses and honey, it was the same with Layla's scent and the guy who took him but his had an icy feel to it. I moved my body closer to his to confirm the scent was from him and he bared his neck to me. I was still for a minute as my eyes travelled from his neck to his face. I was involuntarily admiring his features and his pale porcelain skin. I caught his eyes on me and he was shamelessly checking me out. That sobered me up a bit.

The realization sends another rush of heat straight to my core, making me clench my thighs together as I fight the urge to touch myself. Matteo notices, of course. He notices everything. His feral grin widens, and he pulls out just enough to let me breathe, his cock glistening with my spit as he looks down at me. “What’s the matter, baby?” he taunts, his thumb brushing over my wet lips. “You getting off on this? Knowing you’re the reason I can’t fucking think straight?” I swallow hard, my throat sore and raw, but the spark of defiance in my eyes hasn’t dimmed. “Maybe I am,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.