Novel & Cerita Mattia And Kairi

Rowan — redhead, green eyes. Kai — lean, precise, swimmer’s build, watching me with patient dark eyes. Damien — massive, dark-skinned, shoulders like a wall. And Karl — dark hair, grey eyes, carved from stone. They’re all hard. Six cocks, all different, all thick, all pointed at me like I’m the center of gravity in this room. Because I am. Nobody fucks me yet. That’s not how this starts. Matteo moves first. He sits on the edge of the bed beside me and cups my breast through the white dress. His thumb finds my nipple and rolls it through the fabric until it hardens and pokes against the white cotton.

“Actually, never mind what I thought.” Aidan smirked knowingly. “Let me guess. You thought Matteo was trying to flirt with you.” Matteo threw his head back and groaned. “Babe! You make me sound like a predator.” Aidan kissed his forehead. “You are a flirt. A loyal one, but still.” Mia chuckled, relaxing fully for the first time in hours. “You guys are adorable.” Matteo winked. “We try. Nine years and counting.” “Nine years?” she echoed, eyes widening slightly.

Tara and I watched in excitement and curiosity as things unfolded. Matt slowly walked up to the counter, unsure of what to do or say. Uncertain if the guy was just finding out that he’s gay too. They don't make any indication that they recognized each other as mates. As Matt does his job, his visage is marred by a hint of disinterest. As I observed the tension between the two, I became anxious for these guys. They may be acting in that way just out of astonishment, or perhaps neither of them was interested in boys in the first place.

Matt looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes, but they were reddish. "You're here, bro. Have a seat, and let's enjoy the night. It's my birthday, remember?" Matt invited Toff. The young man immediately sat down opposite Matt's table. One of the women who had been stroking Matt's arm shifted her attention to Toffee. Toffee felt uneasy, especially when he smelled the woman's perfume. He hated women's scents.

to everyone who knew him, was 6’2" of walking temptation. A muscular god with wavy brown curls, piercing gray eyes, and golden tan skin that looked like it had been kissed by the sun. They’d been together since they were 17 and were pretty much attached at the hip ever since. I knocked hard on the door, eager to get her opinion on the dresses Lucia had given me. I barely raised my fist to knock again before the door flew open, and there was Matt, shirtless, glistening, and clearly annoyed. Which only meant one thing: I had interrupted something, and I don't think he was exercising in the regular sense. "Hey, Aria. Come in," he groaned, stepping aside. Yep. I think it was sexy time. And sure

Stepping aside, I reveal a still despairing Mattia, who is still whimpering with his head buried in his hands. “This is the king of the ports. Don’t get fooled by his current appearance. He is having a tough day,” I whisper, laying an arm around her waist. “Matt, can you stop crying for a minute, so that I introduce you to someone real quick?” Mattia has barely lifted his head as Nerthus gasps, “Oh my God. Matty?” “Nerthus?” Mattia asks. I’m worried for a moment, but as he gets up with a big smile, and they hug like old friends, my worry shifts into something else.

A voice came in behind him, Blaze whined and glared at her. "Mia, I hate you." He said, looking at his mate wearing a lab coat. "I love you too. Hey Max and Mattia!" She said waving at them, she hugged both of them, Max hated her hugs. "Of course, you still hate my hugs." She pouted and glared playfully toward Max. "No wonder you hate contact physics." Mattia poked his cheek, Max growled and slapped his cheek. "I heard that Mr Black found his mate." She yelped happily.

He asked warily. My head turned and my eyes lingered on my ‘on-and-off’ ex-girlfriend Margaux Durand standing next to her best friend Freja Karlsson. Both of their eyes were full of excitement as they chatted, ignoring the buzz around them. “Yeah. You know Margaux and I are history. And moreover.” I dragged my gaze back to Matt and offered him a smile, “You’re my mate. I want you to be happy.” Matt’s grin returned to his face and the wariness wiped off. “Thanks, man.”

was all he said. “Cool! I’m Brian, and this is Matty.” Brian was taller than Matty. He had shaggy brown hair that was styled to look messy. Matty was bulkier than Brian with stick straight shoulder length hair and a gap between his front teeth. Neither was bad looking, but they weren’t remarkable either. “I’m Nate, and this is my girlfriend Kimia,” Nate introduced us. Matty grinned. “You’ve got quite the accent there, Red. Where are you from?”

She pleads softly. “Why would you want to be with my man?” Katarina’s high-pitched voice resonates in the air. Mattias veers around to face Katarina, his expression startled. “Katie, I-” “I’m not asking you a question, Alpha Matthias. Wait for your turn.” Katarina cuts him off sharply, her emerald eyes landing on their joined hands. Matthias notices that, and quickly yanks his hand away from Sera, putting a distance between them. “It’s not what it looks like, I'm just—”