Page 30 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)

Lyall

She lay limp with her knees bent and spread out beneath her, panting as she recovered from her pleasure. I pulled my fingers out of her drenched cunt, gently massaging her clit as her tight arsehole held my knot hostage.

“Ma wee darlin’ yae did so well,”

I whispered to her.

“Takin’ ma knot in yer arse.”

She shuddered as she tried to move on my fingers.

I grinned before kissing her back and gliding my fingers through her wet folds. She sighed as I brought them back to her clit.

She sighed again, her body trembling from exhaustion, from oversensitivity, from the weight of me still locked deep inside her arse.

“Yer cunt’s still drippin’,”

I murmured against her shoulder, pressing soft kisses to her damp skin.

“Greedy wee thing. Yae liked that, didn’t yae?”

My fingers circled her clit, slow and deliberate, coaxing tiny twitches from her hips even as she whimpered in protest.

“Shh. I ken ye’r raw, pet. But yer body’s still beggin’ me. D’yae feel it? How it pulses? Yer hole’s clenchin’ down, suckin’ at me like yae never want tae let me go.”

She gave a soft sob, not of pain, but of overwhelming pleasure. I kissed the top of her spine, right where her hairline began, tasting the salt of her skin.

“That’s it. Ride it out, ma darlin’,”

I whispered.

“Just feel. Dinnae think. Let me take care o’ it all.”

She shifted slightly, but my knot dragged with her, swollen and stubborn and so deep she couldn’t even flinch without feeling me.

I groaned.

“Aye, yer arse was made tae hawd me like this,”

I rasped.

“Made tae take every last drop o’ me, tae keep me locked inside yae.”

My hand slid down again, fingers brushing her slit—slick, swollen, and still flutterin’ like it hadn’t had enough.

And fuck me, maybe it hadn’t.

**

Nia squirmed on the mountain of pillows she’d propped beneath her arse. My hand covered my grin as she shifted her laptop—again, biting back a wince.

“My poor mate,”

I murmured.

“I can feel your amusement,”

she snapped without looking up. Her fingers stilled over the keyboard.

The bond thrummed between us—strong and vibrant, dancing between us. Her words were sharp, but I could feel the burn of her embarrassment underneath it, hot and simmering like a fresh bruise.

“Am sorry,”

I said, trying to sound contrite, but failed miserably.

“But remind me again, how many times did yae come while ma knot wuz in yer arse?”

She let out a strangled sound and turned her face into her shoulder, muttering something too low for human ears, but Conall caught it.

Five. He purred the number like a prize.

My smile widened, but it faded when I felt it—that flicker of shame pulsing through the bond.

I narrowed my eyes, my voice dropping low.

“Dinnae do that, Nia. Yae dinnae have anything tae feel ashamed about. Everyhin’ we do together is fuckin’ beautiful.”

Her head dipped. A soft sigh escaped her. She nodded, almost sheepishly.

“Yes, boss,”

she muttered, tone sassy but softer now.

I reached over and slapped the laptop shut.

She blinked up at me.

“I was working.”

“We need tae go out,”

I said, dragging her into my lap—carefully, mindful of her tender backside.

“Once my ass has recovered,”

she grumbled.

I leaned in close, brushing my nose against her cheek.

“We can get yae one of those wee doughnut cushions.”

She groaned, shoving me lightly in the chest.

“You’re the worst.”

“Aye, but yer still sitting on ma lap.”

She was about to speak when her phone vibrated. I leaned over to pick it up and passed it to her so she didn't need to move her sore wee arse.

“Thanks,”

she muttered as she tapped on the screen. “Oh, no.”

Her thumbs whizzed around the screen.

“What is it?”

I asked with a frown.

She showed me Amara’s text message.

Amara: I wanted to give you a heads up. They found rotting fish heads in Claire’s office. She said you put them there. My friend in HR has the complaint. He said she saw you. They are building a case to fire you. I’m so jealous. Take me with you.

Nia’s response was obvious—denial. She didn't know that I was the culprit.

Claire is a raging, rancid, lying bitch. It wasn't me. I wish it was, though. Thanks for the heads up.

“Why do you feel guilty?”

she asked.

I avoided her eyes when I handed her phone back.

Dammit.

The bond was a double-edged sword.

Nia’s brows drew together as she stared at me, phone still in hand. “Lyall.”

I tilted my head, trying for innocence. “Aye?”

Her eyes narrowed.

“You do feel guilty.”

I shrugged one shoulder.

“Bit strong, guilty. Let’s say…mildly conflicted.”

Her mouth fell open.

“You did do it.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to,”

she snapped, pointing at her chest.

“I felt it.”

I rubbed a hand down my face.

“Darlin’…she was a danger tae ye. The bond—it’s sensitive. She was poisoning the air around yae. A raging bitch on steroids.”

“Oh my God. You were spying on me in my office?”

“Of course, ah wuz. How else wuz I goin’tae keep yae safe?”

Her jaw fell open, and I gently held her chin and closed it.

“You're something else,”

she said, shaking her head.

“Yae were stressed, exhausted, and she was sapping the life out of yae.”

I leaned closer, softer now.

“She was feeding off yer confidence like a parasite, makin’ yae question yer instincts. Yae were miserable.”

Her lips parted again, but no words came out. She blinked twice and let out a quiet, slightly hysterical laugh.

“You’re insane.”

“Am devoted.”

“What goes on in that big head of yours?”

she said in amazement, but the bond told me her words were not complimentary.

“Let me be clear,”

I murmured, pulling her to my shoulder.

“There’s not a soul in this world who wrongs yae and walks away unscathed. No one threatens yae, Nia. Not in London. Not in Scotland. Not anywhere.”

“That would be sweet if you weren't a psychopathic stalker,”

she sighed, but placed her hand on my chest.

“Why don't we take a wee trip to Scotland? Yer free of yer job. Other than yer family and friends, what’s keeping yae here?”

This was the perfect opportunity to get her to come home with me.

“Scotland?”

she said, lifting her head up.

“I’ve always wanted to go. If werewolves are real, does that mean the Loch Ness monster is, too? Did you know I’m 9% Irish from my Dad’s side?”

I grinned at her.

“Naw, yae didnae tell me.”

“Oh, I’ll lose the flat if I don't have a job,”

she said suddenly deflating like a flat tyre.

“If ah cun pay people aff tae disappear, do yae no think ah cun hawd yer flat fur yae?”

“I can't ask you to do that, Lyall,”

she said seriously.

“Ye dinnae huv’ tae, darlin’, am offering,”

I said, kissing her neck.

“Ah broke yer arse, remember?”

“I guess you do owe me for that,”

she said slowly.

“Then it’s settled. Yae come tae the valley and yae can meet the Wulver pack. Yer comin’ home wae me.”

“I need to let my Mum know,”

she said, sliding off my lap.

I watched her pace the living room, one arm hugging her waist as she spoke into the phone. Her voice wobbled once or twice, trying to sound confident, but I could feel the guilt bleeding through the bond. Her mother was disapproving, and Nia was absorbing every ounce of it like a sponge.

No.

That wouldn’t do.

I stood slowly, adjusting the band of my joggers—more for show than necessity—and crossed the room. Her eyes flicked to me, frazzled and pleading. I held out a hand, and she passed the phone to me like she was handing off a grenade.

“Mrs. Richardson,”

I said smoothly, letting just enough charm lace my tone to take the edge off my natural growl.

“It’s Lyall. Nia’s—friend.”

There was a pause. Then, suspicion. “Friend?”

“Aye. The serious kind.”

I smiled, knowing she couldn’t see it, but Nia did—and she flushed.

“We were thinkin’ of takin’ a wee trip tae Scotland. But I can tell this came as a surprise, and that’s on me. I should’ve introduced masel’ sooner.”

“You think?”

came the sharp reply.

I held back a grin. Feisty. Now I knew where Nia got it.

“With respect, Mrs. Richardson, yae raised a remarkable woman. Independent, fierce…stubborn as hell.”

I shot Nia a wink.

“But she’s been burnin’ the candle at both ends. Work. Life. It’s too much. She needs a wee break.”

“She barely knows you, and she has responsibilities,”

her mother replied, but the bite had lessened.

“Which is why I’d like tae stop off and meet yae properly. Before we head north,”

I said warmly.

“Yae can look me in the eye and decide if I’m worthy of takin’ yer daughter across the border.”

Nia’s jaw dropped.

Her mother paused before she spoke.

“Hmm. Let me talk to her.”

I handed the phone back, feeling rather pleased with myself.

“She likes you,”

Nia said after she hung up.

“What can ah say?”

I said with a shrug.

“It’s the Wulver charm.”

She looked at me as if I were both a miracle and a nightmare.

“I cannot believe you just talked down my mum. Like it was nothing.”

“Did yae expect any less?”

I tugged her into my arms, whispering into her ear, “Ah telt yae no one messes with yae.”

She smiled as she looked at me.

This time, she believed me.