Page 33 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)

Nia

Icouldn’t take my eyes off each transformation. When Lyall shifted back, I wasn’t terrified. I wasn’t even disgusted. I was sad that Conall was gone.

We’d just spent the afternoon racing through the forest, me clinging to his thick, beautiful fur, laughing like a lunatic. And now that he was gone, I missed him.

Lyall stood, completely bare and completely unfazed.

“Yae can see him every day, darlin’. This is why I bought this house. For the freedom.”

I smiled, stepped closer, and gently tugged a twig from his hair.

“You’ve got a whole forest in there.”

“And ah think ah promised yae a good seein’ tae,”

he murmured, fingers already working at my waistband.

In all the frolicking, I’d forgotten his filthy promise.

But now that I could smell him, his scent tangled with pine, damp earth, and raw male hunger. Need bloomed low in my belly, sharp and sudden.

He groaned, dropping to his knees, yanking my jeans down my thighs and swearing at my boots. I barely had time to breathe before he stripped me bare, his hands rough and reverent all at once.

Then he sat me on a moss-covered, damp log like I weighed nothing. He spread my thighs wide before standing upright, his cock jutting out proudly, the flushed tip already leaking.

Need pulsed between us—his dripping cock, my aching cunt. Two halves of the same hunger.

“Ur yae gonna stare at it,”

he growled, “or clean up the mess yae caused?”

My head snapped up, mouth opening in outrage.

“Aye, that’s the spirit, darlin’,”

he smirked, wrapping a fist in my hair.

“Now get tae work.”

He smeared his precum across my cheek and lower lip, slow and deliberate. Marking me. I cursed him for tasting so good, and myself for craving more.

“Open up, darlin’,”

he rasped.

“Ye’r goin’tae suck ma cock till ma knot’s ready fur yer needy wee cunt.”

My eyes darted up his abdomen, across his chest, to the wild mess of his hair until I locked onto his eyes.

I licked my lips, tasting the salty-sweet smear he left behind.

His blue eyes darkened. That smug smirk twisted into something cruel.

“Like that, is it?”

he murmured, twisting my head back until I was tilted up, throat exposed.

“Ma hungry wee cocksleeve.”

I opened my mouth, ready, but instead of pushing inside, he only dragged the blunt head across my lips, soaking them with his precum.

“Lick it,”

he said, pulling back.

Frustration curled hot and heavy in my belly, but I obeyed, licking my lips until every trace of him was gone. I leaned forward and tried to take him, but he chuckled.

“Aw, is ma wee darlin’ needin’ another taste o’ me?”

My chest pulsed, heat blooming under my skin. I reached into the bond not to receive, but to reach into it. I slipped past the thick fog of dominance, deeper, until I found the molten core of his desire.

It pulsed like a living thing.

I curled around it with tendrils of my own need wrapping tight and pushed, sending the ache straight into him.

His eyes widened, and the smile faltered.

I grinned like the cat who got the cream.

His carefully concocted control snapped.

He grabbed his cock and thrust it toward my mouth. I wasn’t quick enough to open for him. A low growl ripped from his chest as he slapped my cheek with the heavy weight of him.

“If ye’r gonna tease me like that, ye’d best be ready for the consequences,”

he snarled.

I bit down the smirk and opened my mouth, slow and deliberate.

There was no hesitation this time. He drove into my mouth, cock grazing over my teeth before slamming into the back of my throat.

He stepped forward, feet crunching over broken branches, hands tangling in my hair as he held me in place.

Then he thrust again. His head flew back with a groan while I choked, eyes tearing up from the sudden depth. He pulled back only to slam in harder, deeper until I could feel the swollen base of his knot pressing at my throat.

“Is this what yae wanted?”

he growled, voice thick with hunger and something more unhinged.

Since I couldn’t speak, I reached for his knot. It was fully engorged, hot, and heavy, pulsing in my palm. It throbbed with every brutal thrust down my throat. Spit and precum slicked my hands, coating the thick bulb as I squeezed it possessively.

“Oh, yoo dirty wee minx,”

Lyall snarled.

His fingers clamped around the back of my neck, pinning me in place. Then he started to move. No rhythm. No gentleness. Just the savage slap of skin and the wet, obscene sound of my mouth being used. His knot slapped against my lips while he face-fucked me with no mercy, no hesitation. My jaw was stretched, throat raw with his scent claiming me.

I reached between my legs, desperate to soothe the ache—

But he stopped.

His hand shot down and wrenched my wrist back, holding it firm.

“Keep yer hands on ma knot,”

he snapped, breath ragged, hips still twitching forward.

“Yae wanted this, darlin’. So take it.”

His dominance crackled through the bond like electricity, slamming into me until I melted into obedience.

“Gud gurl,”

he rasped, voice thick with triumph as he lazily thrust back and forth.

Each motion forced me to feel him—every thick, swollen inch with his knot slapping against my lips like a warning. I dragged my tongue along his cock, tasting the veins that pulsed just beneath the skin. He twitched at the pressure, groaning deep in his chest.

“Ah think yer wee cunt’s ready tae be knotted now,”

he muttered, pulling out of my throat with a slick, obscene sound that left me gasping for air.

He didn’t let up. He gripped his cock and smeared it across my face, across my cheeks, my lips, my jaw—painting me in our slick, animal need.

The wet, filthy sensation didn’t disgust me.

It made me hungry for more.

It made my pussy clench around nothing, made my body ache to be filled, stretched and claimed again.

His hands lifted me off the log, but instead of flipping me over, he set me astride it, pushing me forward until my breasts scraped against the rough bark. A low whimper left me as moss and grit bit into my skin. I didn’t care.

I lifted my hips for him. Offering myself to him, waiting to be taken. Claimed. Ravaged in the open like an animal too far gone to care who might see.

“Aye, just like that, darlin’,”

he growled behind me, his voice thick with lust and something far darker.

He gripped himself and dragged his cock up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in the slick mess he’d made of me.

“Ye’r gonna take every inch,”

he said, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance.

“The way a wolf takes his mate. Hard ‘n rough, no askin’.”

My fingers dug into the bark as I rocked forward, letting it bite into my breasts, chasing friction like a bitch in heat. I didn’t care about the burn. I needed him.

His cock surged forward, brushing against my entrance and then stopped. A shallow thrust. Another. Just enough to make my walls flutter, but not enough to fill the ache. I whimpered.

“Lyall,”

I gasped, my voice cracking. “Please—”

“Aye, that’s it. Cry ma name,”

he said, his voice low and cruel against the nape of my neck.

“Beg me fur it.”

I pushed back against him, trying to take more, but he pinned my hips down hard against the log. I was helpless and exposed, but desperate for him.

“Tell me what yae want, ma wee slut. Say it right.”

For a second, I regretted pushing him over the edge, but only for a second.

“Please, fuck me, Lyall. Stuff that knot inside me until I scream your name. Give me your hard cock. Tear me up until I beg for more.”

Silence.

Only our heavy breathing. Leaves rustling in the wind. Birds singing somewhere above us, oblivious to the chaos.