Mello Matt Novels & Stories

“There is a fucking storm coming for you, Matilda Mae.” I giggle, my body lighting up like gasoline fed flame. I guess it’s a damn good thing I like the rain.

You've been hurt before. "I... I need your help," I stammered. "My mother is sick. I need money." Michael raised an eyebrow, watching me. "Can you help me?" I asked, unzipping my coat, revealing the revealing dress. "I'll do anything." His gaze burned through me. He stepped closer, examining me, then picked up my dress, covering me. I froze, stunned. "You think I'd be distracted by your body?" he smirked. "Your figure isn't even among the top in the North American werewolf community."

“Erm... yeah sure. I think I want a fruit punch.” He nods and begins to walk away, “One fruit punch coming right up.” Suddenly all the lights switch off and there is just one spotlight to one side focusing on Melissa. I see her holding a microphone and she once again flashes an evil smile at me, making me realize that bad is about to happen. She says, “Hey everyone, I am Melissa as all of you know. Today I want to give Liam his birthday present and I am going to give it to him right now, right here.”

That is, if they didn't suddenly need me to come over like it has happened the last few weekends. The music thumping was beginning to get on my nerves the more I realized how tired I actually was. My coworker, Matt, seemed to be fresh as a rose, actually striking conversation with one of the customers. Now that I had a moment to think about it, I have seen them talk for a couple nights straight now, of course it wasn't that surprising, Matt Simons was an attractive man. He stood rather tall, a hundred and eighty-seven centimeters tall, if I remembered correctly, he had curly, light blonde hair that didn't reach past his jaw, and it framed his thin face perfectly, it also added to his blue ey

"I understand but I'm going to be really happy for the two of you if you two get engage together. I am really rooting for both of you. Congratulations on being a Lady now, Zaitelle Axis!" That phrase alone shook my entire being. I was happy that she wants me to be her son's partner in the future but as I grew up with a mature mentality, I don't quite sure now what to do. I'm torn in between.

Warning: Kinky and a bit hard sex *Lefu* The women steps in under the direction of Matelli. He is an attractive man, even I can recognize that. Even though he is heading towards his thousand year, he still looks like a 30-year-old. His brown eyes and Italian charm quickly seduces the women and they relax in his company. I am not in the mood for conversation. So I head towards the bar and pour myself a Scotch. "Signor Matelli said I should go over to you". A woman's voice sounds behind me. I empty the glass in another mouthful and grind my teeth. The nerves whine in the mouth under the bare gums.

Matts's voice sounds from behind, halting me on my steps. -"Excuse me? What's your problem?" I say as I turn on my heels to face him. Matt is leaning on the wall by my bedroom door with his arms crossed. He straights himself up and turns towards me, gesturing with his hand up and down at my choice of attire before placing them in the pockets of his skinny black jeans. He looks exceptionally handsome in his fashionable grey hoodie and a jeans jacket. His lush werewolf scent is mixed with his manly cologne, making it even more irresistible. I can feel Artemis going around in circles, impatiently wanting his muscled arms to hold us.

I gulp as he makes me feel uncomfortable, so I quickly change the topic, "It's not needed. Emir will be coming shortly. You go, Melissa must be waiting for you?" His eyes came back to my face. A smirk appears on his lips and his tongue comes out slightly to wet his bottom lip. "Melissa is with Max, you know," he tells me. I look around and find her chuckling with Max. I nod and look at him back. His eyes never leave me and now his wide palm lands on my thigh. My eyes widened and I swat away his hand, "Tom!" Panic starts building inside me.

Camille smiled and nodded in understanding. " So , let's get acquainted with each other, you know my name but I don't know yours". "Let's start with you , red hair, what's your name"? " My name is Matt, Matt Strathmore, I am from the north city". " north city?, interesting, and you one eye " she said to earn a squinted glare from him. " The name is Dale Earnhardt, from south city"

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."