Page 45 of Roommate Wanted
“Naw,” he murmured, biting my shoulder lightly, right over the fading mark.“Am thanking yae. Fur being ma mate.”
His hips rolled forward, slowly. Possessively.
“Because now ye’r mine. Properly. And ah’ll never let yae forget it.”
I reached back and tentatively touched his thigh, then ran my hand down the hard line of muscle. He sucked in a sharp breath. His cock jerked and leaked as he ground against my ass. His chest rumbled again. Only this time, it was Conall I heard growling through him. They were both reacting to my touch.
“You like that?” I asked softly, dragging my nails up his thigh. I was part curious and part horny.“Both of you?”
His hand snapped around my wrist, not to stop me, but to anchor himself. His cock throbbed against my ass, his breath ragged now.
He pushed himself up on his elbow and dragged my hand to his chest, over his pounding heart.“Then listen. He’s already trying tae surface. Yae want tae see what he’d do if ah let him out? Yae want tae see what happens when a wolf marks what’s his wae no rules left?”
My lips parted, but I didn’t answer. I was tempted to know what would happen if he unleashed the beast.
What was I thinking?
Fucking Stockholm Syndrome.
Chapter 25
Lyall
Her fingers trembled against my chest, and Conall was a livewire inside me, restless, ravenous, worse than he’d ever been.
Me? I was caught between heaven and hell.
The crease of her hot arse gripped my cock until it drooled against her skin, marking her with my scent.
She turned to look at me, wide-eyed and unsure, and I searched her face while gently probing the bond for more.
Hot, burning desire. Fear of letting go.
“Yae want us,” I murmured. “But we need yae as sure as the air around us.”
I tucked her hair behind her ear and gripped her shoulder, easing her to lie her flat beneath me. There was no resistance, only us. Our bond.
The pulse between us that beat as loud as my heart.
Our mate’s eyes softened until those soulful dark pools sucked me in, and in that moment, I knew this is what Conall wanted. Why he’d gone quiet and why his anger was justified.
“Ah cannae lose ye, Nia. It wud kill us,”
The words spilled out, rough, splintered. My voice cracked on the last word, and I hated how true it felt.
She placed her hand on the centre of my chest, and I closed my eyes as Conall’s bliss made him purr for her. The low rumbling sound became a consistent rhythm, surrounding all three of us. Bound for eternity through our bond.
The roaring urge to fill her with my seed—to cover her from head to toe in our scent. It made my knot throb. I began to expand at a record speed, pushing against the flesh of her soft thigh.
My eyes snapped open, locking onto hers.
“When it comes tae yoo, darlin’ ah havnae got any control,” I growled before I spat out. “None.”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted with shock, but her hand remained solidly on my chest.
“Am the Alpha of the Wulver pack. Aw ma life hus been controlled for the sake o’ others. But yoo darlin’? Yae didnae need tae do or say any’hin. Just by existing yae claimed me.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Then her fingers spread wide across my chest, touching me, claiming me. Her other hand joined in, and Conall howled inside me, wild and elated. But when she hooked her legs around my calves, I felt it—her silk panties soaked through with need. For me. For us.
