Matthew Big Mouth 소설 & 이야기

'You taste so good,' Mathew smirked and licked his lips. 'Now it's your turn..' I winked. Mathew stood up infront of me and I could clearly see his huge buldge. I slowly slid down his shorts and saw his massive hard dick. 'Your dick is so big,' I smiled up at him as he stared down at me and winked.

All of them free in a way I’d only ever dreamed about. Marcus, big shaggy brown wolf, tipped his head back and let out the first long, rolling howl. Even though he’s not technically Alpha anymore, he still sounds like he owns the night. Everyone answered. The sound rolled up my spine and settled in my chest like a bruise. God, I wanted to be part of that sound so bad. I waited for Dane to step up. He always takes point on the full moon runs now. But… he didn’t show.

"Mate" ***

She assured me that it could get really busy and she wouldn’t even be here if there were so many people. “Hey, Big Matt,” she smiled as we moved to the bar, both of us taking a seat. I instantly knew Big Matt got his name because of his size. He was a fat, bearded man with his hands two times the size of a normal person’s. His fingers were equally big and so were his lips, his nose, and every other parts of his body. “Miss Scarlett. Haven’t seen you around in a while. You know last time you left, your mate sent his thugs to threaten me. I don’t think he’ll like it if he finds out that you are here again,” he says with a smile still on his face.

"You're such a freak, matty." Matthew grabbed one of her thighs and hooked it over his arm as he leaned over her and re-entered her again. "Oh-J-Jesu-" she cried out before Mattew slapped his hand over her mouth. "Tsk-tsk," he hissed. "The gods aren't fucking you. The devil is."

“It’s a life, Sybil. I had no choice. But you have to believe me—the one I love has always been you.” At that moment, my mother returned, carrying my son after his bloodline test. Gavin looked at her as if he’d been thrown a lifeline. “We have a son,” he pleaded. “For him—please forgive me once.” My mother stepped between him and the pup. Her eyes were glacial. “You don’t get to touch him.” She didn’t strike him—She didn’t scream. She spoke with the quiet fury of a wolf protecting her blood. “If you come near my daughter or her pup again without her consent, I will take this to the Pack Council myself.”

The Crawl moon clubhouse doesn’t look like much from the road. From a distance, it could be any biker hangout you would rather not get caught dead in—a warehouse squatting on the edge of the desert, its windows blacked out, its parking lot filled by rows of bikes lined up beside each other. There’s a sign on the chain-link fence: No Trespassing. Underneath, in smaller red spray-paint: Seriously. Don’t. So naturally, here I am. The front door opens with a creak that feels like a warning than a faulty door. The smell hits me first—beer, smoke, leather, and different kinds of perfumes or none at all. The kind of smell that tells you no good thing has ever happened past this threshold.

Then he landed heavily on the ground in the Grand Brightness Main Hall. The place went completely silent! The entire Mount Mingwang was utterly quiet! Matteo was well-known in the New World. He had been in the community for a very long time; he was remarkably powerful and undefeated. However, he had lost in that fight completely! Matteo propped himself up and looked at Darryl furiously. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but instead, he vomited a mouthful of blood. Darryl's punch almost broke his ribs!

‘Oh shit only one thing could smell this good’ ‘Mate!’ my wolf yells in my head Just then I look up at the 5 guys sitting crammed in a booth. They are all muscular and the 3 sitting together looked uncomfortable. Just as I am about to ask their drink order and look around at each of them, I catch sight of the most beautiful pair of green eyes. This man is yummy, dark brown hair, clean shaven on the sides, longer and combed to the side on top and a five o’clock shadow, I just want to feel it rub between my thighs. It took me only a second to take him in and have that naughty thought. However in that second I saw his eyes go from intrigue to pure disappointment. I knew in that second he was m

I’d heard it all. When Mum told me I took after my Dad, it was no lie. I was six-two and broad-shouldered with strong features. The only thing I liked about my appearance was my long, blonde hair, which I always styled like that pretty one from Charlie’s Angels—the one played by Farrah Fawcett. I glanced down at the lack of bulge in the imp’s leather pants and scoffed. “Salami? I’d rather be chewed up, digested, and shat by a rock troll than go anywhere near your meager chipolata.”