Page 22 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)

Lyall

Nia was quiet when I led her back to our apartment. Her steps dragged, her silence louder than any protest. I didn’t push. I let her think she still had a choice. I returned her work laptop and phone. She blinked at them like they were foreign objects, her fingers curling around the edges hesitantly.

“I let them know you were sick,”

I said calmly.

“I replied to your messages. Nothing that would raise any red flags.”

She didn’t look at me. Didn’t thank me.

Tonight, she would have no choice but to acknowledge me.

For now, I let her be.

**

I lay in bed, wrapping her torn underwear around my hand before rubbing myself. She was awake and one door away from me. I tugged myself and echoed my desire through our bond. Within a few strokes, I heard her vibrator turn on. The faint hum of the motor. I grinned when I felt her dissatisfaction.

She needed me and my knot. Her toys would no longer help the ache inside of her.

I heard her throw it across the room. With a dull thud, it landed before it continued to vibrate. A few moments later, I heard her move, and the vibrator was switched off.

The stakes were high, so I spent the better part of an hour edging myself until there was a soft tap on my door. With the cover pulled over me, I called for her to come in.

“Cun ah help yae wae summin?”

I asked casually as she walked into my bedroom. Her hair was dishevelled and she was wringing her hands together.

I didn’t move. Just lay there, one arm behind my head, stroking myself under the covers, slow and lazy. Not even bothering to hide it.

Her eyes flickered to the motion, then away.

“Well?”

I asked, letting my accent drag thick and slow.

“Ye knockin’ tae complain about the noise—or did yae come tae admit that yae need me?”

Her throat bobbed with a swallow. She didn’t answer.

“Nia,”

I said, low and warning.

I peeled the covers down just enough to show the swollen tip of my cock. Her breath caught.

“Yer wee toy failed ye, didn’t it?”

I said, voice sharp like a hook.

“Because there’s only one cock yer cunt wants now. One knot that fills yae up properly.”

She flinched, but her thighs pressed together. She was shaking from the shame and need, but I needed her submission.

“Say it,”

I whispered.

“Say what yae came fur.”

Her lips parted, but no words came. Just a shallow, shaky breath. Her pulse thundered under her skin. I could see it jumping at her throat.

I pushed gently through the bond, a flicker of what I felt for her. Hunger. Possession. Ache. A tidal wave of arousal so sharp it made her knees wobble. Her scent changed instantly.

She clenched her thighs tighter.

“Ye feel that?”

I murmured.

“That’s me wantin’ ye. Cravin’ ye. And it’s in yer blood now, Nia. Yae cannae hide from it.”

Her eyes brimmed with tears, lips trembling.

“I can’t—stop it,”

she whispered.

I tilted my head, soft and cruel.

“But yae walked in here. Knocked on my door. Because yer cunt’s throbbin’ and yer toy’s a worthless wee thing compared tae me. So say it. Say what yae need.”

Her lips trembled. She stared at the floor, chest heaving with each breath. I waited. I didn’t move. Didn’t soothe. The bond buzzed between us, swollen with her arousal, her resistance, her fear.

“I—”

she started, voice cracking. “I need—”

“Need what, little mate?”

I drawled, stretching my legs under the covers.

“Use yer words.”

She clenched her fists and choked it out, “I need your cock.”

A slow, wicked smile curved my mouth.

“Gud gurl. Now come here and show me how much.”

She moved hesitantly, crawling to the foot of the bed. When I threw the covers back, my cock slapped against my stomach. It was slick with precum. Her eyes widened. She licked her lips and then, almost reverently, leaned forward.

Her mouth was soft. Tentative at first—like she thought she might be punished for wanting it. I fisted her hair.

“Open wider. Take all of me. If yae want to be fucked, ye’ll show me yae can worship what’s gonae break yae.”

She whimpered but obeyed, letting me push deeper. I didn’t thrust. I fed it to her. Inch by inch until her eyes watered and her throat flexed.

“That’s it,”

I growled.

“Choke on it, ma wee mate. There’s no part of me ye’ll no accept.”

She gagged around me but didn’t pull away. She stayed, letting her lips stretch wide while I pulsed against her tongue. I gripped her head and pushed her down until the tip pushed past the tight opening.

“Deeper,”

I growled as she placed her hands on my thighs.

She began to bob her head up and down, fucking her throat on my cock. Spit coated me, glossy and slick. It ran down the base of my cock and dripped onto my engorged knot. The obscene slap of it against her chin made my head tilt back with a groan. I grabbed her head again and fucked into her mouth.

Slow. Brutal. Controlled.

“This is what yae need,”

I growled.

“A thick cock down your throat, stretchin’ yer lips, makin’ yer eyes water—till yae can’t think of anyhin’ but me.”

She whimpered, hands tightening on my legs as I shoved in deep again, letting her feel the weight of it, the claim in every thrust.

When I finally pulled out, her face was wet with tears and spit, and her thighs were trembling.

I cupped her cheek.

“Yae want me to fuck yae?”

She nodded.

“Then turn around. Hands on the bed. Stick that pretty arse in the air.”

I said, grabbing the lube from under the pillow.

Her body moved before her brain caught up—obedient from the bond, from the need I’d carved into her. She gasped when I spread her cheeks.

“I told yae, didn’t I?”

I murmured, brushing my thumb down to her puckered hole.

She gasped but remained in her kneeling position.

“There’s no place yae can shut me out,”

I crooned applying pressure against her arsehole.

“This. This right here? This is mine too.”

She tried to twist, to look at me.

“Wait—Lyall, I—”

“Shhh,”

I crooned, leaning over her back, the blunt head of my cock pressing to her slick folds but not pushing in.

“Ye’ll take it where I choose. Ye’r mine, every hole, every inch. I will fuck yae until there’s not a part of yae that doesn’t ache for me.”

When I pressed the first lubed finger inside, she shivered, her moan muffled against the bed. I worked her slowly, but deliberately, letting her feel the stretch.

The second finger made her tense. “Breathe,”

I commanded.

“Let me in. Let me own ye.”

I glanced down to see cunt dripping. The wet streaks on her inner thighs. I left my fingers in her arse and squirted the lube on my cock. Her thighs trembled as I resumed fingering her asshole. The tight skin around her hole was taut and stretched.

“Whose arsehole is this?”

I asked, plunging my fingers in until she clenched her hole.

I pulled my fingers loose to press the head of my cock against her tight rim. Her breath was ragged, and her back arched.

“Tell me it’s mine,”

I whispered against her shoulder.

She whimpered, a raw, helpless sound that made my cock throb. But she didn’t say it. Not yet.

I rocked my hips forward just enough for the tip to breach her. She gasped, and her fingers clawed the sheets.

“Say it,”

I murmured, dragging my lips down her spine.

“Say what yae already ken.”

The bond between us hummed, flaring with heat and resistance as she gasped.

“It’s—it’s yours,”

she choked out, ashamed, aroused, mine.

“That’s my gud gurl. Keep that arsehole open fur me,”

I growled, pushing deeper, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me, swallow me, submit.

She sobbed into the bed as I bottomed out, the pressure brutal, overwhelming, but not more than she could take.

“Ye feel that?”

I asked, thrusting slow, deep, cruel.

“That’s the last part of yae yieldin’. There’s no escape now, Nia. Not from my cock, not from the bond. Yae can hate me all yae like, but yer body’s already loyal.”

She wailed and pushed herself back onto my cock. Sweat broke out as I watched her dark hole swallow me up. With a growl, I fucked her with deep, long strokes until my knot bounced off her ass with each inward thrust.

“Mine. Yer tight wee arsehole is all mine. Ya hear?”

She nodded, or maybe she just shook from the force of it. Her face was buried in the sheets, muffled cries caught between shame and unbearable pleasure.

“I said—Do.Yae. Hear?”

I snarled, slamming into her with each word, my knot catching harder every time, dragging slick against her stretched rim.

“Y-Yes!”

she sobbed.

“It’s yours—it’s all yours, just—don’t stop, please—”

That, please, was a victory. Not begged in defiance, not screamed in protest, but given. Torn from the last shred of resistance she thought she had.

I leaned over her, teeth grazing her shoulder where the bite mark had already healed, my voice a low rasp.

“That’s it, ma darlin’. Let me ruin yer arsehole. Tear it up. Let me ruin yae.”

Her body trembled, taut and yielding, shuddering on the edge of another climax.

“Good girl,”

I crooned, rocking into her, pressing harder, deeper, letting my knot kiss her again and again.

“Now come on my cock while I own the last part of yae.”

As soon as she cried out, her muscles clenched down on my cock and I let go, ploughing into her sweet arse until I filled her up with my cream. But I didn't stop fucking her, owning her, smearing my come over her pretty holes.

One day, she would take my knot in her arsehole and beg for more. I smiled at the thought, rubbing my hand down her damp back as another rope of come spurted inside her.

She sighed against the bed, but her arsehole contracted around me.

And I continued to fill her wee arse up.