Page 28 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)

Lyall

My breath caught in my throat when she began to weep. I never considered that a human could complete the bond, let alone how overwhelming it would feel for her.

Conall whimpered. A sound he’d never made before.

I wrapped my arms around Nia’s trembling body, careful not to crush her beneath my weight. Her hands tightened around my neck, locking us together like she’d never let me go. I held her, but when she didn’t stop crying, I tried to reassure her.

“Hush, ma wee darlin’. Dinnae cry,”

I whispered, pressing my lips to her flushed, wet cheek.

“Am never leavin’ yer side and ah’ll never stop lovin’ yae.”

She took a ragged breath and sniffed.

“You're going to think I've lost my marbles,”

she said, her voice muffled against my neck.

“Did yae no see the shrine ah made ‘o yae?”

I said with a chuckle.

“That’s true,”

she said with another sniff, but thank goodness there were no more tears.

“Ah know it will feel strange tae yae at first, but we’re both here fur ye,”

I said, moving to cradle her head.

“We never left London—not after the first whiff of yae.”

Her pussy clenched around my knot, pulling a groan from deep in my chest as I rocked against her. I kept a slow, steady rhythm until her muscles milked me again. She gasped as more come spilled inside her, hips rising to meet mine, breath hot against my neck.

“Ma wee greedy mate,”

I murmured, voice thick with reverence and lust.

“Once is never enough fur yae, eh?”

She didn’t answer with her mouth.

Instead, her hands slid down my back, slow and sure, until they gripped my arse so tight her nails dug into me. She used the leverage to grind herself up against me, chasing every last drop I had to give her.

Our mate. Conall said, but I felt his pride and joy.

I felt the same way. My neck throbbed from the vicious bite she’d given me. I would wear her mark like a badge of honour.

I kissed her shoulder before giving her what she craved.

More of my knot.

**

When my eyes flickered open, it was to see Nia propped on her elbow, the covers down to her waist and her stunning tits on full display. Her fingers were threaded through my hair, slow and gentle, and I shuddered at her touch.

My cock stirred awake, heavy and twitching between my thighs. The bond thrummed in my chest—warm, teasing. I felt her playfulness like a current under my skin.

With an exaggerated sigh, I flopped onto my back.

“Fine, yae can huv me,”

I said, deadpan.

“Take what yae will, cruel temptress. Am at yer mercy.”

She grinned as she looked at my dick tenting the covers.

“I think I will,”

she murmured, her voice low and wicked as she crawled down the bed, dragging the duvet with her.

Curious, I propped my head up with the pillows.

“Spread your legs,”

she barked, making me raise an eyebrow at her tone, but I parted my legs all the same.

She tapped a finger on her lips.

“Hmmm. That’s a fine cock you have there, sir.”

“Thank yae,”

I said with a wink.

“Ah wuz born wae it. Grew intae it nicely, if ah dae say so maself.”

She snorted, clearly trying not to laugh, but then her hand wrapped around the base of me, and her smile turned downright wicked.

“Well,”

she said, giving me a slow stroke, “I think I can help it grow a little more.”

I gritted my teeth when her knees pressed into my thighs, her hot little mouth trailing down like she was starving for it. Her grip turned possessive—tight enough to make my hips buck as her tongue slid from the base of my cock to the slick, swollen crown.

She licked me like I was hers to devour, swirling her tongue around the head, then sucking it into her mouth like she needed my come just to breathe.

Her eyes never left mine.

“Fuck,”

I groaned, fists clenched in the sheets.

“Cun yae taste yerself on me, darlin’?

I licked my lips, jaw tense from holding back. But the need to taste her again? It slammed through me like bloodlust.

“Why don’t yae climb up here,”

I growled, voice dipping dark and low, “and park that dripping cunt on ma face while yae choke yerself on ma cock?”

Her eyes sparkled, and her mouth popped off my cock with a wet smack. Her grin was full of sin and chaos.

She crawled up like a fucking minx—slow, deliberate, with her tits swinging and her slick cunt leaving a gleaming trail on my skin. I growled low in my throat, something guttural and dark, and when she turned around to straddle me. I fucking snapped.

I shot up, grabbed her hips in both hands, and dragged her over my chest, up and over until that sweet little cunt hovered above my face. Her thighs trembled as I settled her in place, nose brushing against her swollen folds.

The scent of her?

Fuck.

Heat, surrender and everything was mine.

“Yae smell like a feast,”

I rasped, voice muffled against her dripping pussy.

“And am fuckin’ starvin’.”

Then I yanked her down onto my mouth and devoured her.

My tongue licked a stripe up her slit before I latched onto her clit and sucked. Her thighs clamped around my head, but I didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. I licked into her like she was my last fucking meal, my nose buried, my mouth fucking her until she rocked and whimpered above me.

Her hands fumbled for my cock behind her, trying to get it back in her mouth, but I held her steady.

“Ride it,”

I growled against her cunt.

“Ride ma fuckin’ face like yae mean it.”

She moaned—ragged, wrecked, feral.

My greedy little mate.