Page 3 of Roommate Wanted
The very essence of my mate.
Her shampoo.
Pine and spring blossoms.
A musky—
With a growl, I strode to the pile of clothes on the floor, crouching down to rifle through them. That’s when I saw it.
A scrap of white silk and lace.
I pulled a ziplock plastic bag out of my pocket and carefully placed the freshly discarded thongs inside. When I was about to seal the bag, the scent of her drifted my way.
I closed my eyes and swiftly sealed the bag before I came in my pants. My hand trembled when I placed the bag in my pocket.
Fuck. That was a close call.
I inspected the pile and traced my fingers over a red and black bra. It was silk and lace again. My mate had good taste, but when the rut began, she would remain naked day and night until her heat ended. It was my job to trigger her heat.
I glanced at her bedroom, pleasantly surprised at the dark navy blue and pale pink decor. Three walls were white, but one was navy with lights hanging along it and a few pictures. The double bed was neat and tidy with numerous pillows on it.
Before I knew it, I was beside her bed, digging through pillows like a starved beast—until I found hers. The one that cradled her head, soaked in her dreams. I lifted it up and inhaled, torturing myself some more.
The large bay window caught my eye. I stuffed the pillow under my arm, not ready to release it yet and flicked the old brass latch, unlocking the window. The first-floor flat would be an easy climb if I couldn't find a set of keys.
Humans wandered around the street below. Despite their weak physiology, they thrived. Whereas shifters were bound to find their mate and bond until the female went into heat. Istroked the plump, soft pillow, hoping her scent would seep into my hand. I walked around the bed to the small shelf, which was full of books. There was a photo of her parents and siblings.
Six children.
It was something I could only dream of. I traced my finger over her cheek. For decades, I’d waited for my mate. No female ever smelled or felt right. Other than kissing or oral sex, I’d never experienced sex or a rut. Nia was born to be mine.
My mate.
Conall whined, echoing my need. His silent retreat was partly a result of sulking and sorrow over not being close to Nia. I squeezed the pillow against my chest. He knew we needed to tread carefully if we wanted to successfully bond and breed her. Our lineage would not die with us. I carefully placed the frame on the shelf before I ended up crushing it between my fingers.
The risk of losing our mate snapped me out of my funk. I sniffed the pillow one last time before arranging it on her bed. I began my search under her bed and made my way around her belongings. The bottom drawer beside the bed had a hint of her sweet musk. I opened the silk pouch and discovered a small vibrator.
“What the fuck is this? It’s fuckin tiny,” I muttered to myself.
I inspected the curved smooth length, wondering how many times the silicone appendage had been inside Nia. I pressed the small circular button, and the strong vibrations shook in my hand. The mechanical vibrating sound was loud. I gripped the phallus, surprised by how powerful the vibrations were.
The smaller section attached to it shook, and I realised what it was for. I wanted to throw it out of the fucking window in a fit of rage. But the desperate wolf in me held it against my nose as I began to drool at the faint scent of her pussy.
I knew what I had to do to the offending purple toy, standing up, I tugged at the button on my jeans. Within seconds, my cock was in my fist while I used her scent to allow my precum to dribble out.
My dick was a masterpiece compared to this tiny fucktoy. I closed my eyes to slide my hand up and down my throbbing cock, ignoring the ache in my knot. The thought of Nia pushing the pathetic toy inside her while it was coated with my essence made my cock drool.
My eyes snapped open, and I used the vibrating toy to wipe up the clear liquid oozing out of me. It wasn't enough. I wanted my seed inside of her, anything to trigger her ovulation. The scent of her pine, blossom, musk and eucalyptus shampoo made me pump harder. I could feel every vein bulging on my cock as I rapidly jerked off.
When I was close, I grabbed her pillow, dragging it to the end of the bed. I placed the vibrating toy on the pillow and squeezed my knot, imagining that I was inside my mate. My cock throbbed and jerked as I worked my hand harder.
With a grunt and stifled roar, my seed shot out, spraying the length of her white pillow. The thick white semen hit the vibrator, and I watched it drip down. I continued to rub myself satisfied when several more ropes of come covered the pillow and the toy.
I switched the vibrator off and coated it with my seed. The satisfaction I felt of smearing my thick, wet cum all over it was better than our best cask of whiskey. After sniffing it, I decided it would do for now.
This would be my daily ritual, marking her, priming her until her body screamed for me. Until she was dripping and desperate, and no toy could ever compare.
Conall’s approval was silent, but I felt his tenacious determination burn at the pit of my belly. He accepted the pace I would use to ensure Nia was ready to mate with us.
