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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.

Chapter 257 Elowen Matteo’s kiss was demanding, his tongue sliding against mine with a hunger that matched the way Kian drove into me from behind. Every hard thrust pushed me forward into Matteo’s mouth, turning our kiss messy and desperate. I moaned into him, the sound swallowed as Kian’s cock stretched me perfectly, hitting that spot deep inside that made my toes curl. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” Kian growled, his grip on my hips tightening just enough to anchor me without hurting.

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.

The bookstore smells like coffee and paper and bad financial decisions. I stand near the front counter pretending to read the back of a romance novel while my leg bounces like it’s powered by anxiety and poor life choices. Matteo watches me from behind the register for a full thirty seconds before he finally sighs. “Either you’re about to confess to a crime,” he says, “or you’re waiting for the building to explode.” I don’t look at him. “Do you know how many ways a day can go wrong?”

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….

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

“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.”

Knowing the intensity of the mate bond I knew Ryan wouldn't let Layla be his body guard if she couldn't protect herself. " She could take an entire army with an arm behind her back." Ryan whispered in my ear in a low voice causing me to let out an involuntary groan. " You like them feisty huh?" he licked my earlobe before giving it teasing bite. " You have no idea." I whispered back letting his hand travel to my neck for a light squeeze. I knew he was still trying to confirm the mate theory but I still enjoyed it.

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.