Page 34 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)

Lyall

The heat radiated off her pussy was like a magnet to me. The pink inside her cunt was like a beacon. Her swollen messy cunt was dripping with need. Taking her out in the wild brought the beast out in me, but using the bond? It drove me feral.

And then she spoke.

“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.”

The desperation in her voice made my cock jolt.

Her voice was full of desperation and it made my cock jolt.

My nostrils flared as I inhaled her. The scent, slick and aching, filled my lungs, but it wasn’t enough. Not until she was full of my seed.

Not until her cries echoed through this forest.

She straddled the log like a bitch in heat, grinding against the bark with her need.

I stroked my cock, base to tip, precum dripping to the moss beneath us.

“Aye?”

I growled.

“Ahr’yae gonna whinge after, like yae did when yer wee arse was sore?”

She laid her cheek against the rough bark, arching her back until her ass was high and her pussy was spread wide.

Then she reached back with trembling fingers and parted herself for me.

The sight nearly fucking broke me.

Her soaked little cunt, with her insides pink and pulsing, stretched open like an invitation carved just for me.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.

“I swear to you, I won’t. Fuck me, Lyall. Give it to me as hard as you want, please,”

she cried before she whimpered.

That whimper undid everything.

My restraint, my patience, my reason.

I pressed the tip of my cock to her quivering hole. It twitched as I sank into her inch by inch. Her tortured moan lit me up like fire—sweet, broken music that fed something deep in my beast.

“Yeh, darlin’. Hawd that sweet cunt open fur me,”

I said, gripping her hips before I slammed into her, hard enough for my knot to slap against her soaked slit.

She screamed.

Fuck, that scream.

Elation surged through me, crackling through the bond. Conall loved her in this moment—wild, submissive, offered to us under the open sky.

Her hands slipped from her thighs, and I grabbed her wrists, pinning them against her lower back. I pulled out slowly to watch. Her slickness coated my cock, thick and glistening like honey.

Slick. Wet. Sweet as sin.

I rammed back in, her cunt swallowing me hungrily, almost choking on my knot.

Her cries echoed through the forest—wordless, raw.

“Ma hungry wee whore,”

I snarled, anchoring her in place as I drove myself in again and again, using her wrists as handles while my thighs slapped hers with every thrust. My knot pushed halfway in, then slipped out, dragging her open around the thick ridge.

“No. I need it. I—Lyall—please, I—”

Her words were broken. Desperate. Perfect.

“Fuckin’ take it, darlin’,”

I growled before bellowing.

“Take. All. Of. Me.”

With every word, I rammed my knot harder, forcing it deeper, stretching her inch by merciless inch—until she sobbed.

“Yes. Y-Yes. Oh, thank you,”

she cried, voice wrecked and shaking.

She was drenched, soaking me with every brutal thrust. I grunted like a feral beast, rutting into her with long, deep strokes. Each one dragging my knot deeper into her clutching heat.

Her pussy sucked at me greedily, trying to pull me in. To claim me as much as I claimed her.

But that was never how this would work.

Her body began to tremble, slick walls fluttering tight around my cock.

“Aye. Come on ma knot, ya wee slut,”

I panted, jaw clenched, fucking her through the rising tide.

“Take yer pleasure, darlin’—milk every drop.”

Her cunt locked down with brutal force and I dropped her arms, only to catch her around the neck before she collapsed. My thrusts never stopped, driving harder now, pushing my knot into her spasming cunt like I was branding her from the inside out.

I reached around and seized one breast, pinching her nipple hard between my fingers until she screamed. The sound vibrated against my arm, raw and ragged.

Her cunt clamped, tight. My knot pushed inside, and we locked.

The forest vanished. My vision blurred at the edges as I emptied inside her with ropes of hot, punishing seed flooding her cunt, forced deep by the swell of my knot. She was filled. Mine.

I eased the bite of my grip, cupping her breast, thumbing the abused peak until she shivered in my arms. Still, she clenched around me, possessing me.

“I love yae, darlin’,”

I groaned into the crook of her neck, scenting around the mark that proved it.

“Ye’r fuckin’ mine.”

She whimpered. Her cunt seized tighter. And I came again, violent and helpless. More seed spilling into her with no way out.

Locked together and complete.

I lowered my arm from around her neck and palmed her breasts, massaging the soft weight in my hands as I slowly pulled her back from the log. One hand gripped her hip, guiding her carefully since my knot was still locked deep inside that soaked cunt.

When her legs cleared the bark, I sat down and dragged her onto my lap, keeping her impaled on me like a trophy.

Her head dropped back against my chest, her body limp and wrecked. I spread her thighs wide, forcing them open until her legs dangled uselessly over mine.

“Ye’r no done yet,”

I murmured against her temple, sliding a hand down to where we were joined.

She gasped when my fingers found her clit, already swollen and trembling. I rubbed her hard, fast—feeling the way her pussy bulged, stretched taut around my knot, still greedily pulsing around me.

“Yae know how much I love it when yae keep comin’ on ma cock,”

I growled, lips brushing the curve of her shoulder.

“Squeezin’ me dry, even when yer sore. Yer greedy holes always need mair.”

Her breath hitched, and her cunt clenched again. I rubbed her faster, harder, dragging pleasure out of overstimulation, making her body betray her.

“Come on me again, wee slut. Show me just how much this cunt needs tae be filled.”

My words in her ear did the trick.

She cried out, and that ruined cunt rippled around my cock—gripping, milking, desperate for more. I groaned low in my chest as another thick pulse of come spilled from me, adding to the sticky mess already filling her.

I slowed my strokes over her clit, circling deliberately, keeping her on the edge while my free hand pinched her nipples into sharp little peaks.

“ Wae any luck, yer cunt’s already bred,”

I muttered, letting the dark promise settle into her bones.

“Ye’r gonna get nice and fat wae ma pup in that belly.”

“Oh—God,”

she sobbed, strung out between pain and pleasure.

The bond burned between us, alive with hunger—her insatiable need surging through it until her body took control. She started bouncing on my knot, her soaked cunt gripping tight with every brutal drop of her hips.

When she sagged against me, breath hitching, I grabbed her hips and yanked her up, only to slam her back down on my knot.

Her strangled moan cracked through the woods.

I did it again. And again. Using her limp body like my personal fucktoy, her cunt stretched so wide around me she could barely clench.

“That’s it, darlin’. Ride it out. Use ma knot,”

I growled against her neck, voice dark and low like a curse.

“Fuck me wae that tight wee hole. Show me who owns it.”

She gasped and panted like she couldn’t get enough air, but she didn’t stop me. Didn’t try to crawl away. Just let me move her up and down like a ragdoll.

“Keep it nice an’ open fur ma knot. I’ll gie yae what yae need, darlin,”

I said, moving her faster.

She nodded her head while she gasped and panted like a wild animal. With each downward slam of her body I thrust up into her, fucking my knot into her every time. I was bathed in her come and my seed. Watching it go to waste made me fuck her harder.

“Rub yersel’ come on ma knot. Work for ma seed, darlin’. Milk it aw oot,”

I growled.

Her hand left my leg, and I slammed up into her, meeting her erratic rhythm, until she seized. Her legs trembled, and her head was thrown back against my shoulder.

Her cunt convulsed around me and then I felt it another hot rush of come. Another stream of seed pumped deep inside her. Her cries had gone thin, barely a whisper, and I felt her body sag, but I was ready to catch her.

“Such a good wee fucktoy,”

I said, grinning as she groaned.

Her head lolled back on my shoulder.

“You’re carrying me home,”

she croaked.

I laughed, low and pleased.

“Aye. It’s just as well ma maw brought all those pillows fur yae.”