Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Blaze trudged down the stairs slowly. His nose wrinkled as the smell of French toast and scrambled eggs wafted into it.

He glimpsed Arabella in the kitchen, with only his shirt on. And he stayed by the last step for a while, observing her in his shirt, which was reaching her thigh.

It was fucking hot, and the urge to bend her over to see if she had anything underneath filled him.

“Shit, you scared me!” Arabella jumped as soon as her eyes landed on his.

“I didn’t know you’d look this hot wearing my shirt. Perhaps, I should get more of it for you?” walking towards her, he gripped her waist, kissing her neck.

Blaze turned her as he realised she was naked in it. His eyes darkened briefly, and he let out a groan.

“Why the fucking temptation? You are making me have nasty thoughts of you bent over the countertop.”

“How about you do it?” Arabella said. She bent herself, showing him the pretty view of her naked ass and shaved pussy.

Blaze chuckled. He smacked her backside and cupped her pussy which incited a moan from her. “Perhaps, later.”

“A quickie won’t hurt,” Arabella mumbled.

She turned in time to see him shrug.

Arabella was disappointed; she had thought he would fuck her from behind. She was embarrassed as well for giving herself off in that manner.

A sigh escaped her lips as she watched him disappear into the bathroom. He came to her a while later and tugged her into him.

“We can do a lot of things together later. What do you think about that?” His lips trailed soft kisses down her neck.

Arabella shivered as he stopped just before her collarbone, and she clutched his arms, steadying her trembling legs.

“Make it worth it.” Arabella groaned. His hand kneaded her butt, and she jumped into his arms.

Despite catching him unaware, he caught her.

Moving her towards the counter, he placed her on it and cupped her face.

“Please, fuck me, Blaze.” She needed him to do exactly what she said, but it looked impossible.

It seemed he only wanted to make out.

“So impatient,” Blaze whispered, kissing her again.

He undid the shirt’s top button on her, pulling it off her.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

His eyes darkened as they stayed on her creamy flesh. Goodness, she was fucking beautiful, and he could watch her forever.

She was perfect. He wondered if the moon goddess had made a mistake as he believed no woman was perfect as this was his.

“Please.”

Blaze grunted as he heard her pleading voice. He wanted all that she wanted.

His hand moved from her waist to her shoulder. He let her wrap her legs around him, and he pushed her gently. As soon as her back hit the cold tiled wall, he cupped her breasts.

“These are perfect,” He said, tweaking her pink nipples.

He bent and took a pink tip in his mouth.

Arabella moaned, and her body shuddered. “Fuck Blaze!” She whispered, pushing her hands into his hair.

Blaze didn’t stop. He continued sucking on her nipple one after the other before trailing kisses downward. He stopped at the junction between her thighs and sighed.

His eyes flickered to her face as he gripped her legs.

Arabella flushed as his gaze centred on her pussy. It was weird, and she didn’t feel the need to cover herself from him. Instead, she opened her thighs wider, and her hand played with his hair before going to her pussy.

“Stop.” Blaze rasped, gripping her hand. His eyes narrowed at her. “You are so naughty!”

“Only for you.” Arabella’s cheeks turned red, and then she added. “Are you eating me up already, or do you want to stare at me all day?”

Blaze chuckled. He was somewhat astonished. But he was glad she wasn’t all that naive. “Your boldness this day is startling.”

She shrugged. The truth was he made her feel bold. She had no reason to be afraid while with him. She believed Blaze could take a bullet for her. Perhaps, she was overthinking. But then, she was aware he cared for her at least.

He cared enough to help her escape the monster.

Arabella shivered as the thought of what Sandro was doing surfaced. Also, the poor soul who’d be taking all the punishment she was supposed to.

“Should I stop?” Blaze asked.

“Why?” She frowned.

“You looked lost in thought. I don’t want you thinking about something or someone else while I am inside you.”

Arabella sighed. She pushed him gently and jumped down from the counter. Although she wouldn’t admit the reason she was thinking, the thought of Sandro made all the desire in her dissipate.

Even in his absence, he could make her fear him.

She turned as Blaze came to stand behind her. The latter gripped her waist and leaned in.

“Are you alright?”

“I am,” Arabella said and flashed him a tight-lipped smile.

“Although I don’t know you well, I can tell you are lying, darling.”

“Maybe I am.” She shrugged, wrapping her arms around him. She felt the need to do so.

She wanted to feel his warmth, which worked as he embraced her.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell. I won’t force you to.” Blaze said.

“Thank you,” She mumbled.

She stayed in that position until he led her to the sofa and sat her down.

They stared at each other for a while before Blaze cleared his throat. “I’ll be out for a week.”

“What? Why?” Arabella narrowed her eyes at him. She pouted, crossing her arms across her chest.

She had earlier accepted she wouldn’t see him all the time, but Arabella wished she could spend more time with him until he disappeared again.

She knew he had jobs to take care of. And it was better he went so it wouldn’t be suspicious he had connections with her disappearance. But…

“Well, we found Delicate Rose.” He said.

Arabella remembered the night Sandro punished her. She never knew what she did until Blaze told her the reason he had been nice to her and also punished her and left her to die.

It was because she wasn’t Delicate Rose. It was a relief she wasn’t since Sandro had planned many nauseating things to do to her. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like throwing up.

“What’s she like?”

“I have a picture here with me,” Blaze mumbled. He didn’t think describing her would do her justice.

He placed the picture in front of Arabella. He glimpsed the amazement on her face.

“She looks just like me,” Arabella mumbled, her eyes widened, and her mouth went agape as she glared at the picture.