Sinful Mates Novels & Stories

"Stop it..." But my body betrayed me. My legs trembled and my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my blouse. I hated him for touching me, but hated myself more for wanting him to keep going. His voice came out low and vibrating against my skin. "There's a hunger in you, Annalyn. You don't understand it yet, but we do." "We?" "You've only met one of us." My stomach dropped. "One?" "Three alphas were born under the blood moon that year," he said. "We are bound to one mate, I mean... the same mate."

His thumb teased the sensitive head of my cock, smearing precum everywhere. “Such a dirty little secret,” he breathed, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his own groan. “Hiding under the bed after being stretched open while your sister was right here… and now you’re fucking yourself on me again like a desperate slut.” The risk of fucking my sister's boyfriend while she was I the next room, the wrongness of it and the way his cock stretched and filled me so perfectly, Christ! I didn't want it to end. But not long after I was already cumming, spilling over his fist and across his abs with a muffled cry.

A constant throb that makes me squeeze my legs together just to ease it a fraction. Mara, the pack’s healer, came to my room last night as promised. She gave me herbs to dull the heat, cool cloths, and soft words about patience. But her eyes held pity. “First heats are brutal for latents,” she said. “Especially when there’s a mate involved.” She didn’t say his name, but we both knew. I shower long and cold, trying to wash away his scent that still clings to my skin—pine, musk, raw male. It doesn’t help. When I close my eyes, I feel his mouth on mine, his fingers stroking me, stopping just before I fell apart.

Me: I can’t stop thinking about you. Arthur: You’re going to ruin me. Me: No, my juicy pink pussy is going to ruin you ^_^ Lying to my mother became second nature. She was happy that Arthur and I were getting along, as he sometimes brings her out with us. She thought he was trying to mend our mother and daughter relationship… Not knowing that I ride her husband's cock every day. And guilt?... I felt nothing. What remained was desire, obsession, and something dangerously close to love.

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

I am happy that they are in each other's arm despite everything that has happened. Tara seeks apologize to me the day before she and Peter got married. But there is really nothing to be apologize to. It should have been me who will seek apologize for them. I should be the one seeking forgiveness for everything that I have done. I am so thankful that on that night when I was about to do the craziest thinking I have been planning, Matt came in the scene. He didn't do anything but he plays a big role in that night. He was the one who stops me from doing that sinful thinking of mine. He was the one who give me light even though he was in the dark at that time as well. We are both in the dark and

Sinful raises a curious brow, looking to trap me into a gotcha moment. I sift uncomfortably. “Well…” “Well?” He presses. “Yes, obviously," I relent, refusing to look at Hale. It's hard to admit, because if I start to enjoy my time with Hale too much, it's going to be harder to move on with my mate when I find them. I'm already struggling to see who I'm going to make it work... “Obviously, huh? Is it because he stops you being sick, or because he’s willing to bring you to orgasm whenever you-“

I would be a liar if I claimed I was fine with him being my sister's mate. For the first time, I wanted what my sister owned. I envied what she adored. I was exhausted. Not from Delilah's torment. From Elion. My pussy grew angry each day it was deprived of his sugar-coated cock. My body plunged into madness without his touch. I was in hell. But I was helpless. He was my twin sister's mate. Elion. He was off-limits. He was the forbidden fruit I was taught not to eye.

She couldn’t even open her eyes to see what this libidinous cell looked like. After Cory left, she heard those dragon girls come to her bedside, whispering to each other. One of them said, “It’s the king’s wolf girlfriend.” She paused for a few moments before she continued, “I heard she is his mate.” Another one asked, “Aren’t mates supposed to be faithful to only each other?” Her young voice was filled with curiosity. “I heard they have something called mate bond. They can’t betray that.” “That’s exactly what got her to end up like this,” another mature voice sighed. She was the closest to Elena. “She should have been smarter, known her own man.”

“Entertain me.” “Amolet has a mate, Ira,” Sinful says suddenly. My head whips to him, but he looks away from me, smiling ruefully at Ira, whose mouth pops open curiously. I can’t bring myself to look toward Cian, but I can feel the heat of his gaze on me, the pressure in the way it examines my face for answers. Ira slowly turns toward me, smiling sickly. “Really? Who?” “Some mortal from her hometown,” Sinful says before I have a chance to fumble with a story, my mind unable to grasp what he’s announced. “I took one look at her and could tell she had met her mate.”