Page 23 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)

Nia

He was still inside my ass, rocking his hips as if he didn't want to leave it. I reached between my legs to rub myself. It was a different kind of ache from my heat, but I needed more.

“Are yae needing more, darlin’?”

he drawled, continuing his lazy strokes.

I nodded, working my fingers a little faster.

“Ma greedy wee mate. Am goin'tae wash up and see tae yer cunt. Don't move an inch,”

he said before he eased himself out.

His come gushed out, running down my pussy and dripping down my thighs. I was about to move until I remembered his words.

I heard him chuckle as he left the room. I lifted my head and looked around. There were several black bags. It was probably all the soiled clothes from the heat. I arched my back to stretch my muscles.

He’d proved his point tonight in a vicious manner. However, there was truth to his words. He’d ruined me for any other toy or man. I hated him for it. For making me crave the bond, the filth, the control. For making it feel like right when it was so wrong. I didn't know what to do about it.

How could I claw myself out of this mess?

Every time I pulled back, the bond dragged me closer. Every breath I took felt steeped in him—his scent, his touch, his voice echoing in my fucking head.

The door creaked open, and I glanced up. Lyall sauntered in with his semi-hard cock swinging between his thighs. His bush was trimmed, but it only made his knot stand out. I bit my lip, remembering how it felt inside me. The stretch and pain only made me crave it more.

“It’s all yours, darlin’. Ah’v never fucked another woman before yae,” he said.

My head snapped up, and I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. His gaze never wavered.

“How—”

I started to say, but stopped.

He was older than me, and I’d been with countless men. Okay, most of them were in college, but still.

“I wuz waiting fur ma mate. You,”

he answered my unasked question.

He didn't hesitate. He didn't blink.

He’d saved himself for me. Like I’d always been his. Like the bond had been there long before I ever saw him.

My chest ached, and I cautiously analysed the feelings in my chest. Pride, love, dominance—

Vulnerable? Mine? His?

“I telt yae no to move,”

he said with a grin.

SLAP!

“Bad gurl.”

I howled and grabbed my ass, rubbing the sting away while giving him the evil eye.

Vulnerable, my ass.

“Ah cun feel yer anger. It’s only going tae make me fuck you harder,”

The shameless devil said.

**

I turned around with a sigh. My brain wouldn’t shut off. I glanced at the clock on his nightstand—it was—

“Arghhhhhhh!”

I screamed, stumbling back as two green-white eyes blinked in the dark.

Not human eyes. Not even close.

Slitted. Glowing. Like a fucking predator.

He shifted on the bed, completely unbothered.

“Am no that bad lookin’. Can yae no sleep?”

“Your creepy glow-in-the-dark eyes scared the living daylights out of me,”

I said, sitting up to clutch my chest.

“I think I should sleep in my room.”

I didn’t even get the chance to lift the covers.

One second I was sitting up—the next, he was on top of me, pinning me down like a beast.

“Naw. Ye’r goin’ nowhere,”

he growled, ripping the blanket away.

“Yer gonae drain ma balls again.”

His nose dragged along my neck, tongue flicking over the bite mark like it was his favourite flavour. I inhaled—his scent hit harder there, concentrated, almost narcotic. It made me rub my thighs together.

His hands shoved my vest up, exposing my breasts to the cool air.

“Another load tae tire yae oot,”

he muttered before his mouth clamped over my nipple, sucking hard, claiming it.

His hand slid lower, pushing my thong aside with zero patience. After the shower last night, he’d refused to let me sleep in my own bed, and now I understood why.

This was probably why.

His stubble scraped my skin as he shifted, dragging his mouth to my other nipple and sucking hard. My back arched, but he didn’t pause. His fingers slid between my thighs, parting me, stroking through the slick like he already owned it.

“Mmm,”

he groaned against my breast, voice rough and hungry.

“Day or night, I’d never say naw tae this sweet wee cunt.”

His mouth pulled back just enough for his words to land, low and vicious.

“All yer holes were meant fur me, Nia,”

he said before a deep, lingering growl rumbled in his chest.

“Ma wolf agrees. He wants a taste.”

With that, he vanished between my legs like a starving man.

It was like dealing with someone who had a multitude of personalities.

Man, wolf and a fucking psycho.

His tongue stabbed at me, licking my insides like he was carving his name into them.

I decided that I liked his wolf.