Page 3 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)

Lyall

While I waited to start my new job, I had the luxury of spying on Nia.

The anticipation of waiting for her to use her vibrator was killing me.

I had cameras aimed from every angle to ensure I could see everything she did in bed.

So far, all she’d done was read and sleep in it.

It happened on the weekend.

Saturday at 8:05 am.

Nia woke up and stretched out in her bed.

Her black hair was a vivid contrast against my white cum stained pillowcase.

She lay there staring at me, but she wasn't looking at me.

It was the microscopic camera lens attached to the light shade.

A faint smile appeared on her lips, and she opened the bottom drawer.

The silk pouch was discarded, and the tainted vibrator was in her hand.

She pulled the covers to the side and raised her t-shirt up, revealing her belly and one perfectly formed breast.

My lips parted as her fingers crushed the dark brown nipple.

She never inspected her vibrator.

Instead, she butted it against her knickers until the material stretched and shifted.

I licked my lips as she positioned the tip lower, parting her thighs.

Her eyes closed as she pushed the claimed silicone toy inside of her. The vibrations hummed through my shitty screen. I bashed the button until the volume reached the maximum.

Conall perked up at the sight of Nia unravelling.

A long, low growl vibrated in my chest before the sound vibrated around the room.

I let him vent before I took over.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, baby. Push it all in,”

I muttered, leaning close to the screen, feeling my jeans tighten as my engorged flesh expanded.

I saw a flash of her soft folds before the damn black lace sprang back to cover her.

She pushed the t-shirt up and moved to her other breast while I tried to remember how to breathe.

They weren't small, and they weren't large. Those caramel, perky peaks were the perfect handful.

My mouth went dry when she kneaded the malleable flesh, tugging at her nipple before pulling on the other one.

I was so entranced that I didn't notice her rapid movements below.

A stifled groan brought it all to an end.

I sat on my chair, stunned.

What the fuck?

What was that?

From 0 to 0.6 seconds?

I blinked my eyes, not knowing if the tears I blinked were of frustration or misery.

Who the fuck said premature ejaculation was only a male issue? She went off like a rocket.

Nia lay on the bed with a lazy smile curling her lips. She yanked the bastard toy out and reached into the drawer for a wet wipe. At least her perky tits were still on—The t-shirt fell down and my lips trembled.

I felt cheated on multiple fronts. The only thought that kept me sane was that I would need to dose her toy again since my seed was inside of her. My misery vanished.

My seed was inside her.

I flicked up the wooden box and stared at my treasure. The two clear ziplock bags sat in the velvet-lined box. With each pair and each altered scent, we would know when Nia was ripe. I unbuckled my belt and stood up to push my jeans down.

The heavy buckle cracked against the floor like a gunshot. I didn't care. My fist was already in her knickers, smothering myself in her.

This was the beginning of her descent, and her descent was our rise.

Conall approved as I rewound the live feed to replay it at a slower speed.

**

“Aye, yer wee lassie is piss poor,”

Callum said, rubbing his beard.

“Totally broke,”

Ewan chimed in.

“I can read and her finances will work in ma favour,”

I snapped at them.

“When ar’ yae going tae spy on her at work?”

Ewan asked.

“Am no spying. Am protecting ma mate. I don't want anyhin’ harmin’ her or any man trying tae hit on her. Plus, ah want tae get tae know her.”

The thought of another man’s scent on our mate made Conall growl.

Calm doon, Conall. I said to him through our link.

“Aye, sure yae are. What’s in yer fancy boax?”

Callum asked.

I leapt up and snatched it up before he could touch it.

“Why don't you pair ay clowns go back hame? Yer stressin’ me oot,”

I said, clutching the wooden box to my chest.

Callum raised his hands in surrender, but Ewan chuckled.

“Yer da would claw oor faces aff before sending us back tae yae.”

He was right. Da might be the retired Alpha, but he was still a force to be reckoned with. My parents were fiercely protective.

“Make yurselves useful and go get some food in.”

I was resigned to the fact that I was cursed to deal with their shite a while longer.

“Did yay see him grab that boax? He wuz like that wee fella from Lord of the Rings,”

Ewan said as he walked out of the room.

“Aye. Cum’ere ma wee precious,”

Callum mimicked.

“Yer a pair ay feckin bastards. I hope when yae find yur mates they kick yer wee bawsacks in,”

I shouted after them, but their laughter echoed in the flat before I heard the door slam shut.

I pulled up my new employment contract to review the details. Nia’s home life was covered, and it was time to see her working environment without her noticing me. My hair would need to be tied back, and I wouldn't speak if she were within earshot. My accent stood out like a sore thumb.

I enjoyed seeing her in her fancy heels and tight pencil skirts. The grey skirt clung to her arse like my hands would. Soon.

Every inch of her is flawless. Conall agreed with me, but I could feel his softness towards Nia.

We’ve been given a great blessing, Conall. We cannot mess this up under any circumstances. I said to him.

He didn't respond, but I felt his mooning change to acceptance. I couldn't have him tear out of me because my wolf would terrify Nia.

Our bed was next to Nia’s and close to the vent. It was beyond infuriating to know that only one wall separated us. Sometimes, I would fall asleep with my hand on the wall. Others, I lay my ear against it to listen to her.

She was driving me crazy, and she didn’t even know it.

**

“Yer ma wuz pregnant wae you within two months, son. How long ar’ yae goin'tae take?”

My dad said.

“We’re desperate tae meet the wee lassie.”

“Da yae ken she isnae a shifter. Ah cannae huv’ her doing a runner on me. Ah huv’ tae work ma way intae her world ‘n that’s gonae take some time.”

“Och, son. It dusnae matter wit she is. She’s family. Your mate and that makes her part ay oor pack. I think yer maw just wants a wee bairn tae hold again.”

I almost sighed in relief at his response.

“Thanks, Da. Is everything going well at the distillery?”

“Aye, yer maw’s been helping out. It’s put a wee spring in her step.”

I smiled at the thought of them working together again.

“That’s gud. Gie her ma love.”

“Alright, son. Good luck tae ye.”