Page 18 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)
Lyall
Now I understood why bonded pairs vanished for days during a heat-rut cycle. Once her heat triggered, it took the reins and mine followed like a beast on a chain. There was no respite. No breaks. Just brief spells to eat, sleep, and piss before I was back inside her.
The Alpha in me thrived on her submission. Her body bent so sweetly to my will. There was nothing Nia wouldn’t do in heat—no act too filthy, no command too much. And it was my duty as her mate to keep her filled and satisfied.
I took that role seriously.
Especially when my sweet girl moaned for the taste of my seed like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
“Are yae tired, ma darlin’?”
I crooned as she worshipped my cock with her mouth.
“Lie back on the bed, and I’ll feed yae.”
Her lips popped off my tip with a wet little smack. She nodded, dazed and eager, and I grinned down at her. Her hair was tangled, her cheeks flushed, her body a wreck of slick and sweat. We were on day three, and she was still hungry.
Ma messy wee wench.
I settled in her ruined nest as she lay back in my spot. Then I straddled her chest, bracing my knees just over her shoulders. My swollen knot rested heavy on her chin, while my cock lay across her face with the tip brushing her damp hairline.
She moaned like a starved thing before she started licking my knot and the base of my cock like it was a treat meant just for her.
I pulled back and rested the tip of my cock on her bottom lip. She opened up, obedient and eager. I fed her my length inch by inch. Her tongue flicked at the slit, greedy for every stray drop of precum.
“Gud gurl,”
I murmured, smoothing her hair back from her flushed face.
“Now open wide, darlin’.”
Her lips stretched, tongue out, waiting. She knew the drill. I shifted down over her until my cock lined up with her throat. Then I pressed in, slow and steady, feeling the tight ring of her neck yield around me.
There was no resistance when I pushed deeper. Just that slick, perfect glide as she swallowed me whole.
“Oh fuck. Yes!”
I groaned, giving her long, controlled strokes, watching her mouth around my shaft, feeling the inside of her neck.
My knot bounced off her lips, swollen and eager.
“Yae know what tae do.”
She moaned and wrapped her hands around it, squeezing like she wanted to milk me right there. I braced one arm behind her head and began to thrust harder, fucking her mouth like it was the only hole I needed.
The suction, the way her tongue curled around my tip every time I pulled back. It was more than lust. It was addiction. She needed my taste.
I grunted, breath ragged. “Harder.”
Her hands tightened, kneading my knot, coaxing it.
That familiar tingle shot down my spine. My balls tightened.
I slammed my pelvis into her face with a filthy slap.
“If yae want ma cream, work for it.”
Her hands danced over my knot, squeezing and stroking with desperate rhythm, and I gasped, fucking her throat in a frenzy. Her submission lit me up. I could feel my orgasm coiling tight, balls heavy and aching.
When I couldn’t hold it anymore, I pulled out with a wet pop and fisted my cock over her face.
“Open up, ma angel,”
I groaned.
Thick white ropes splattered her lips, her cheeks, dripping right onto her tongue. She moaned, eyes half-lidded, tongue out as my come pooled in her mouth.
I pumped every last drop out, watching her lips coated with it.
“Gud gurl,”
I murmured, swiping a streak from her cheek and pushing it into her mouth with my thumb.
“Now swallow.”
She struggled for a second, then gulped it all down while her throat bobbed.
“That’s it. Such a good wee cock sucker,”
I purred, wiping her chin.
“Ah hope that keeps yae fed for a few hours.”
**
Her heat was waning by the fourth day, and it was my last chance to breed her. The poor wee thing was exhausted. Barely able to lift her head, sweat dampening her curls, eyes glazed with spent need. She whimpered when I shifted behind her.
But her legs still opened for me.
My good girl.
“Aye, that’s it, darlin’,”
I murmured, stroking my cock as I nudged her thighs wider.
“Just wan mair time. I’ve got tae make this one count.”
She didn’t speak, couldn’t, but her hips rolled toward me, pussy swollen and pink, slick with hours of use and still fluttering around nothing.
Conall snarled, impatient. Now, he urged. Breed her now.
We both knew it was our last day.
I eased inside, careful at first, but the stretch still made her whimper. I kissed her shoulder as I bottomed out, my knot already beginning to swell.
“Almost there, darlin’. Jus’ one more knot, aye? Let me fill yae yer wee belly up properly before yer body calms.”
She trembled. Her heat might’ve been fading, but her cunt clenched around me like it knew what was at stake.
Like it wanted this. My seed.
I braced my hand over her belly and started to thrust, slow and deep. Each stroke was deliberate as I ground my cock into her in that angle that made her gasp even through the haze. She was milk-drunk on rut, every bit of her pliant and ruined.
And I was going to fuck her full.
One last time.