Page 6 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)

Lyall

Istepped into the hallway and forced myself to move past her. When she touched my arm, I thought I would snap the doorframe to smithereens. She was human, but she sniffed at me like a wolf.

She wants us. Conall said.

She is drunk. I retorted to him.

But we've been waiting all this time. At least touch her. No, no. Take a good sniff. Try and get as close to her pussy as you can. Touch her skin, it looks so soft. Conall said, but his ramblings got more agitated, and I had to push his voice to the back of my mind.

When she closed the door, my heart raced. I waited politely even though I knew every inch of her apartment. Her human form was small, and for a moment, I worried if she would be able to take my knot. Conall whined as our mate stepped past us.

“This is the kitchen,”

she waved her hand, and I peeked into the modest kitchen that had a small two-seater couch with a breakfast bar beside it.

“It’s very nice,”

I said, watching her become flustered when I stared into those dark eyes that had been haunting me for weeks.

She looked away too quickly and began to fidget with the material of her neckline. I had unashamedly lived on her social media accounts. There wasn't a single picture of hers that I hadn’t admired. My walls were covered in her pictures.

“You will get a designated cupboard and fridge space. There is no food theft permitted,”

she said before she quickly walked toward the living room.

She stumbled, and I leapt forward to catch her before she hurt herself. Her body stiffened while I held her breast and arm. The sweetness of blossoms with a hint of pine and eucalyptus made me sniff her hair. I forced myself to remove my hand from her pert breast.

“Sorry, ah thought yae were going tae fall,”

I whispered in her ear.

Her scent deepened, and I knew she was succumbing to me.

I released her arm as she reached out to place a hand on the wall for support before tilting her head in the air.

She muttered something incomprehensible before she carefully marched into the living room.

I glanced at her bedroom door.

The room that I spent most nights in.

My mate was as regular as clockwork in her routine, and it was unusual for her to drink as much wine as she had tonight.

There were mitigating circumstances, as she discovered that Addison was gone, along with her rent money. I timed the chain of events to ensure my place in her home was guaranteed.

I followed her into the living room where her empty bowl, bottle of wine and glass lay on the table.

Her hand went up as she went to introduce me to the living room, but she got distracted, staring at my chest.

I ran my hand through my hair, and her lips parted, but no words left her mouth.

Conall huffed before I felt his joy, and he wanted me to preen for her.

Her gaze lingered on my bicep before it travelled down to my groin.

I almost groaned at the dazed hunger in her eyes.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, and her drunken capitulation was throwing a spanner in the works. I needed her awake and aware.

She wore her office suits like armour.

There was a no-nonsense attitude when she spoke to people.

Yet when she got her morning coffee or visited shops, she was always polite, no matter how bad of a mood her boss put her in.

She was warm with a few people at work. The city was hard on my mate.

No, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

She wasn’t supposed to be drunk, and it wouldn't work in my favour when she woke up tomorrow morning.

“The living room?”

I asked when she never looked up.

Her head snapped up, and the glossy black hair fell over half of her face. She pushed it back, and she blinked a few times.

“Living room,”

she repeated before she rushed past me again.

She introduced the bathroom to me before she showed me the empty bedroom. This was the only room she didn’t enter, but she stood in the doorway as I walked around the room. It was similar to the apartment next door.

“You said no pets. You don’t like animals?”

I asked casually, closing the wardrobe door that I pretended to inspect.

“More like they don’t like me. I’m allergic to furry animals,”

she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

No. No. No. No. No. Conall began to howl, and I cleared my throat.

“How bad is your reaction?”

“Think hay fever—”

Not so bad. She could take a few pills and—

“And times that by a million. Do you have a pet?”

My heart sank. She was allergic to me. We would cause great discomfort to our mate.

No. She was mine.

Every inch of her from head to toe, and our differences would not halt fate. Perhaps my Maw could create a remedy for her.

“Are you okay? You look sad,”

she said, inching into the room.

I wiped my imaginary tear away from my eye and smiled at her.

“I’m fine. I remembered my childhood dog, Conall,”

I said as Conall growled at me.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,”

she said, wrapping her arms around me before she hugged me.

“My sister had a pet rat that I wasn’t allergic to. We all cried when Harry died.”

Is our mate comparing me to a rat?! Conall ranted, but as soon as I held her and inhaled her scent, he became silent.

“You’re so hard,”

she said, but her voice was muffled against my chest.

That was the problem. I was growing harder, but then she started to massage my shoulder. I didn’t move because if I did, I would devour her.

“So many muscles,”

she murmured, bringing her hand down to my waist.

She was dangerously close to my crotch.

Take her. Claim her now before she finds out about my fur. Do it. Conall growled.

“Do you have a kilt?”

she asked, pulling back to look at me.

“Not with me,”

I said, almost reaching out to push her hair away from her eyes.

Her eyes were so dark that I could sink into them. The black pupils seemed to dilate as they darkened her eyes. Her heart-shaped face was so close to me, and those sinful, luscious, soft lips that I dreamt about were so very close.

“Do you have a clan tartan?”

“Aye, the MacDougalls of Argyle,”

I said grudgingly, releasing her from my embrace.

She snickered before mimicking my name.

“MucDooogul. I love your accent.”

Our mate was vibrant and playful.

I was obsessed and I could not take my eyes off her.

This was it. I was beside her, talking to her and in her home.

“Would you like a wee drink?”

She asked before she snort-laughed.

She has the cheek to compare me to a rat when she sounds like a piglet. Conall scoffed, but beneath his words was giddy happiness again.

“I’d love ah wee drink,”

I murmured, staring into her eyes.

“Oh,”

she said as her lips parted.

She moved closer and placed her hands on my cheeks.

“Your eyes. I saw—they were gold for a second.”

“They’re mostly brown wae a wee bit of amber,”

I said, holding my breath so I didn't inhale her scent.

She nodded slowly before she turned towards the kitchen. Her backside swaying from side to side. I knew what lay under her shorts.

With Addison taken care of, it was game on.