Page 72 of Roommate Wanted
I placed the pillow on the bed, tugging the corner of the covers to smooth the crease that marred it. My gaze wandered to the photos lining her shelves, tiny moments frozen in time. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I landed on her newborn picture.
Another one. I want more pups, Conall urged.
My smile widened.
It was time.
It was time to breed my mate.
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I nudged the bedroom door open, armed with water and caffeinated drinks.
Then I stopped.
The nest on our bed was impressive. My mate had outdone herself. Pillows, sheets, and layers of my clothing were piled high and intricately woven together, forming a large, padded burrow.
She sniffed the air before her head poked out from the cocoon, eyes a little too bright. The glaze in them said it all. Her heat was in full force. My knot ached, pressing hard against the seam of my trousers.
I placed the cases of drinks at the foot of the bed, eyes locked on my mate. She watched me tear off my clothes, her teeth sinking into her lower lip like she might devour me whole.
We’d welcome another pup in seven months if the bond held true—a wee playmate for Fenreika.
“Did yae say yae needed me tae breed ye, darlin’?” I asked, gripping the base of my cock, giving it a slow pump until precum pearled at the tip for her. Always for her.
She flipped onto her back, head hanging over the edge of the bed, heat pouring off her skin.
“Yes, Alpha,” she purred, eyes heavy.“Fill me up with your seed.”
She opened her mouth wide.
“Get a wee taste, darlin’. Ah know how hungry yae get,” I said as my rut began to take grip of my senses. “Yae always loved the taste o’ me in yer coffee.”
She was far too gone because she didn't take the bait. She moaned around my cock like she’d just tasted salvation, her heat-slick skin flushed, body trembling with want. Her hands were clumsy, desperate as she pumped the base while suckling at the head like she could drink me dry and still need more.
I gritted my teeth.“Yae took ma wee lassie away fae me,” I growled, cupping the back of her head as I rocked my hips gentlyinto her mouth.“Now ye’ll pay me back. Wae yer cunt. Wae yer belly. Yae owe me mair.”
She whimpered at that, nodding with her mouth still full.
“Aye,” I snarled, rut blooming hard and fast in my blood.“Worship ma knot. That’s what’s goin’tae plug yae up, darlin’. Seal yae shut, pump every drop until yer belly’s stretchin’wae pups.”
I pulled from her mouth with a wet pop, watching the saliva bridge fall and glisten on her chin. She was gasping, pupils blown, thighs slick and quivering. Her mouth chased my cock. My mate was gone, and only instinct remained.
“Just keep yer mouth open an’ let me do the work. Cuz’ when ah get tae yer wee breeding hole ah wilnae hawd back,” I growled, slapping my cock on her open mouth and chin.
She tilted her head back and opened her mouth. I smiled when I saw her tongue poke out over her lower lip. I knew what she craved. What we both craved. The descent into primal animal instinct.
I pushed the head of my cock into her open hole, watching her struggle when I hit the back of her throat. A spurt of precum doused her, and she moaned, reaching for my knot. Her fingers gripped onto it like a lifeline, and the pressure made me feral.
With a snarl, I pulled back, leaving the tip in her mouth before thrusting into her. Her throat was lined up, soft and prepared. My cock slipped deep inside, and I saw the obscene bulge in her neck.
“Uff. Ma perfect wee cocksucker,” I rasped before I slammed my hips back and forth, grazing my full knot against her straining lips.
I watched her gag and drool around me, her pupils rolling back with each punishing thrust. The pressure on her throat, thehelpless twitch of her thighs. It all sang to something ancient inside me.
Wulver.
It was in ma blood and in her soul.
