Matthew Gray Gubler Hot Novels & Stories

"Oh, wow, that is so hot," I whisper, my cheeks burning. The grumpy wolf warrior has the female face down on the bed, lifting her heavy hips high so her knees are off the mattress while he drives into her like a wild animal. "How can her body even take that much brute force without breaking?" It looks exactly like the downward dog yoga stretch. I am completely certain Theo has no idea he bought me a dirty book full of smut.

His eyes were like glaciers, with traces of blood vessels still visible. In a menacing tone, he said to Gabriella, “Considering you’re the one who gave birth to me, I’ll pretend I never heard what you said to me today. But if you ever bring this up again, don’t blame me for what I’ll do.” Gabriella’s pupils constricted. She could tell from Matthew's tone that he was being serious. If she really pushed him, he might do something to her. She remained silent, temporarily setting this agenda aside. It seemed like Matthew still had some feelings for Lucy even though she was already dead. However, the living always had an advantage over the dead. All she had to do was tug at his heartstrings.

"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.

Kenji’s palms cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples into aching peaks as his teeth grazed my shoulder, and Atlas knelt between my spread thighs, his tongue already delving into my wetness with that artistic flair. “Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping for us,” Callan groaned, his cock grinding against my thigh. “You want all four cocks, don’t you, our greedy little photographer?” “Yes,” I gasped as Atlas’s fingers curled inside me, hitting my G-spot with devastating accuracy. Mateo claimed my mouth in a slow, deep kiss that contrasted the chaos. “Good girl,” he murmured against my lips.

Larisa questioned, and Julian slowly turned his chair back to its original position. I nodded, “Matthew Gray,” I had no idea about his last name until he mentioned it in the letter. “He’s a sort of acquaintance,” Larisa looked at me astonished, “The Gamma’s son is your acquaintance and The Alpha is your boyfriend. Wow cupcake, you’re catching boys like pokemons,” “He really is an acquaintance,” I said with confidence in my voice. “Sure he is… if he was a human. You don’t know how fast Werewolves go… I mean literally and figuratively.”

I am telling myself not to fall for the emotions he is displaying because I am on the right track. "You hate me that much?" he requires. "Yes," I try not to stammer. "You are lying," he says, cocking his head to the side. "I am your mate, your present, and your future. You can't reject me because deep in your heart, you know very well how much you want me. You can't lie to me because my touch renders you powerless. I command your body and it responds without demur. You want me so bad, I can sense your arousal because I am your fucking mate!" he says with a devilish smirk. I swallow down my embarrassment. How dare he interfere with my privacy? He has no right to know what is going on in my bo

Only that amount of alcohol was enough to get me ready for the night; I was terrible at drinking and anything went down like a bucket of water. A few meters away from me, they were having a shots competition and there were two men, each at one end of the table. There was the blond guy that I recognized, he was the famous Matt, quarterback of the soccer team and in front of him there was another one that caught my attention; his hair was in gray tones, almost black and his eyes were also black. His hair wasn't long enough to cover his eyebrows, but the furtive look he was sending to the green-eyed guy froze me in place.

I glared at the man in front of me with some anger. "Mr. Eugen, please keep your distance from me." My gaze turned slightly cold, and my brows furrowed. "Natalie, call me Murphy," Mr. Eugen's tone was slightly low, with a hint of hoarseness, sounding somewhat melancholic but incredibly sexy. I felt a slight twitch in my earlobe, and an inexplicable emotion surged within me. I turned my head away, not wanting to respond to his words. Unexpectedly, Mr. Eugen looked at me with shining eyes, containing an affection that I couldn't understand, and asked, "If I didn't come, wouldn't you have been beaten by Vicky?"

When I picked up my phone off the nightstand on my side of the bed, I heard him grunt commodity under his breath before going back into the restroom. At least he tried. I was busy on my phone for the coming ten twinkles replying to some arbitrary textbooks that I'd ignored for the last couple of days and scrolling through I*******m and Snapchat before ultimately Matteo came out the shower. I shamelessly leered his body as he walked from his restroom past the bed to his closet, knowing he was giving me a weird look." I do not understand you Gabby. I literally offer myself to you on a tableware server and you reject me every time but also you gawk at me like I am the only manly left on earth."