Page 19 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)

Nia

He promised this was the last time the last two times, but I still pushed myself back to receive him. His hips snapped forward again and again, the sound of wet slaps echoing in the ruined nest. I was nothing but a vessel for him now, trembling, hoarse, and stretched to my limit.

“That’s it, luv,”

he growled against my skin, breath hot where his mouth hovered by my neck.

“Ma brave wee cocksleeve. Even wrecked and ruined, yae still open yerself up tae take what ah gie ye.”

I whimpered, unable to answer.

He didn’t need words. My cunt told him everything.

He rotated his hips again, grinding his swollen knot against the opening of my pussy, and I cried out. His fingers squeezed my throat in warning, dragging me tight against his chest.

“Ye feel that? That pressure, right there?”

I nodded frantically, drool slipping from the corner of my mouth as I clenched around him.

“That’s yer body tryin’ tae keep me oot.”

Then he pushed. Hard.

My knees kicked. My mouth opened on a silent scream. The burn hit first, then the fullness, the stretch, the unbearable ache of that thick bulb forcing its way inside.

“Almost,”

he panted.

“Almost there, darlin’. Keep yerself open fur me.”

My body trembled, but I didn’t close. I couldn’t.

And with one final roll of his hips, the knot popped past the tight ring of resistance. I howled—not just in pain, but in relief. The addictive pleasure burst through my body, and I sobbed when I clutched his knot.

I was full. So full.

He held me there, impaled and trembling, and I felt it. The first pulse of his cock. Then another. Then another.

Hot, thick seed spilled into me, stretching my already aching belly.

“Aye,”

he rasped, nuzzling the bite mark.

“Take it all, darlin’. Let yer Alpha fill yae nice and deep one last time.”

His weight settled over me, hips grinding slow, deliberate circles into my ass as he rocked his knot inside me. Each push sent another wave of thick heat deeper into my womb.

My poor cervix was bruised and battered. It throbbed in protest, but my cunt clenched around him like it needed more. Like it didn’t care. But Lyall gave it more.

Another hot splash of come burst inside me, and I whimpered, too far gone to move. Too full to think.

His voice growled something against my skin, but it was already fading.

I fell asleep while he was still coming inside me.

**

I woke up in the bathtub. The porcelain was cold beneath my skin, but I couldn’t even lift my head. Every limb felt waterlogged. Useless.

Lyall’s hand moved in gentle circles across my belly, a washcloth gliding over me with almost clinical care. His other arm cradled my back to keep me upright.

“There’s ma wee angel,”

he crooned, noticing my fluttering lashes.

“Just washing yae up, then I’ll tuck yae back into bed where yae belong.”

His voice was sweet.

Too sweet.

I wanted to say something.

Anything. But I lost the fight.

Darkness dragged me back under.