Page 38 of Roommate Wanted
Her throat bobbed with a swallow. She didn’t answer.
“Nia,” I said, low and warning.
I peeled the covers down just enough to show the swollen tip of my cock. Her breath caught.
“Yer wee toy failed ye, didn’t it?” I said, voice sharp like a hook.“Because there’s only one cock yer cunt wants now. One knot that fills yae up properly.”
She flinched, but her thighs pressed together. She was shaking from the shame and need, but I needed her submission.
“Say it,” I whispered.“Say what yae came fur.”
Her lips parted, but no words came. Just a shallow, shaky breath. Her pulse thundered under her skin. I could see it jumping at her throat.
I pushed gently through the bond, a flicker of what I felt for her. Hunger. Possession. Ache. A tidal wave of arousal so sharp it made her knees wobble. Her scent changed instantly.
She clenched her thighs tighter.
“Ye feel that?” I murmured.“That’s me wantin’ye. Cravin’ye. And it’s in yer blood now, Nia. Yae cannae hide from it.”
Her eyes brimmed with tears, lips trembling.“I can’t—stop it,” she whispered.
I tilted my head, soft and cruel.“But yae walked in here. Knocked on my door. Because yer cunt’s throbbin’and yer toy’s a worthless wee thing compared tae me. So say it. Say what yae need.”
Her lips trembled. She stared at the floor, chest heaving with each breath. I waited. I didn’t move. Didn’t soothe. The bond buzzed between us, swollen with her arousal, her resistance, her fear.
“I—” she started, voice cracking.“I need—”
“Need what, little mate?” I drawled, stretching my legs under the covers.“Use yer words.”
She clenched her fists and choked it out,“I need your cock.”
A slow, wicked smile curved my mouth.“Gud gurl. Now come here and show me how much.”
She moved hesitantly, crawling to the foot of the bed. When I threw the covers back, my cock slapped against my stomach. It was slick with precum. Her eyes widened. She licked her lips and then, almost reverently, leaned forward.
Her mouth was soft. Tentative at first—like she thought she might be punished for wanting it. I fisted her hair.
“Open wider. Take all of me. If yae want to be fucked, ye’ll show me yae can worship what’s gonae break yae.”
She whimpered but obeyed, letting me push deeper. I didn’t thrust. I fed it to her. Inch by inch until her eyes watered and her throat flexed.
“That’s it,” I growled.“Choke on it, ma wee mate. There’s no part of me ye’ll no accept.”
She gagged around me but didn’t pull away. She stayed, letting her lips stretch wide while I pulsed against her tongue. I gripped her head and pushed her down until the tip pushed past the tight opening.
“Deeper,” I growled as she placed her hands on my thighs.
She began to bob her head up and down, fucking her throat on my cock. Spit coated me, glossy and slick. It ran down the base of my cock and dripped onto my engorged knot. The obscene slap of it against her chin made my head tilt back with a groan. I grabbed her head again and fucked into her mouth.
Slow. Brutal. Controlled.
“This is what yae need,” I growled.“A thick cock down your throat, stretchin’yer lips, makin’yer eyes water—till yae can’t think of anyhin’but me.”
She whimpered, hands tightening on my legs as I shoved in deep again, letting her feel the weight of it, the claim in every thrust.
When I finally pulled out, her face was wet with tears and spit, and her thighs were trembling.
I cupped her cheek.“Yae want me to fuck yae?”
