Sinful Mates Novels & Stories

In his place was someone smaller, weaker — someone who looked like he had finally realized the weight of his mistakes. But realization didn't erase pain. Sofia swallowed hard, her throat tight. She could feel Alessandro's quiet presence behind her, steady and reassuring, but this moment… this conversation… was hers alone to face. She took another step forward, stopping a few feet from the bed. Close enough to see the lines of exhaustion on Mateo's face. Close enough to see the regret in his eyes. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, filled with years of words that had never been said.

Alexis mutters "Lucien got angry and couldn't control himself because that man was insulting you that was why he killed him and not only that, the man is Lucien's enemy, if he doesn't kill him now, he will rebel against Lucien in the future Lucien made a mistake to show that side of him to you, but don't worry am going to make you forget that moment" "Is he always like that?" "Of course not, but only when he is angry with him enemy and when someone tries to hurt you, he can be more dangerous. He is so over protective of you" "And why is that?" "Cos you are his mate" "Can I ask what a mate is?" "Of course you can..... I will explain it to you" Selina said before speaking up "Mates are like so

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

she sobbed, her pussy gushing juices down his shaft. Across the room, Chelsea and Damien approached the missionary statue. Chelsea's heart pounded, her small frame trembling as she lay back on the floor, spreading her legs wide to reveal her pink pussy, already slick from the room's influence. Damien stripped off his shirt, his muscular chest heaving, and dropped his pants to let his long cock spring out, veined and throbbing. He positioned himself between her thighs, leaning down to capture her lips in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth while she kissed back hungrily, tears streaming down her cheeks.

’ I countered, making my point. He grumbled, whimpering at the thought of upsetting her. And he knows as well as I do that forcefully marking a mate is one of the three sins you can commit against a mate. Rejecting your mate and cheating on your mate are the other unforgivable acts. And all three go against our pack laws and can get you standing in front of Logan, myself, Charles, and Jonathan for judgment.

"I have no mate." "No mate?" He rose, a spark of interest in his eyes. "Then the rumors are true? The Alpha of the northern packs—Cain Blackthorn—he was here last night but did not claim you as mate?" "He claimed me as partner." I let the word hang. "An alliance. Not a collar." The northern alpha laughed, a rough sound. "And you trust him?" "Trust is earned." I glanced toward the main doors, expecting Cain to stride through at any moment. "And I am not so easily won."

Juices and cum frothed around his pistoning shaft, dripping in messy strings onto the bloody canvas. Riven pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her back. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and folded her in half again, driving back inside in a deep mating press. The new angle made her scream louder as he hammered her cervix. “Mine,” he roared, pounding her mercilessly. “This pussy belongs to me. I’m gonna breed you raw in front of all these bastards so they know exactly who fucked you stupid.” Her walls fluttered wildly around his huge cock. She was so wet the sloppy sounds were louder than the crowd. “Yes—fuck me, Riven! Ruin your prize! Fill me with your thick cum!”

I replied. There was a silence, a moment of recognition. He cleared his throat. "What sins have you come to confess today, Serena?" he asked. His tone tried to be pastoral, distant, but I noticed the tension. I noticed how his breath hitched for a second before saying my name. I leaned closer to the lattice, so close my lips almost brushed the wood. The scent of clean soap and manliness emanating from his side of the booth intoxicated me. "Lust, Father," I whispered. "I can’t stop having impure thoughts. They are constant. They consume me."

Stop that. I just want to talk," I say and he laughs. "Make sure you punish them well for they have been very very naughty," Susan says to my ear and I am blushing scarlet. I know everyone could hear her and they are now just teasing me. They then leave a short while after. About what Susan said, I am not angry and could never be angry at my mates for making love and loving each other when I am not around. I call them my sinful mates because I know how sinful they can get whether I am there or not.