Page 21 of Roommate Wanted
Conall’s elation made me want to howl, but I gripped Nia’s waist and legs, scooping her up until she hit my chest and carried her to my bedroom.
“When did you do all this?” she gasped as she stared at my room.
“Ah like tae maself busy,” I said, placing her on my bed.
What she didn't know was that if her heat came, then she would need every piece of the soft furnishings that I’d bought. Every bit of my scented clothing that I’d bagged for her. My knot swelled at the sight of her rubbing her face in the pile of pillows. She inhaled my scent as my eyes trailed over her body.
I was a wolf of my word, but I could smell her heat and see the dazed look in her eyes as the fog gathered.
I climbed onto the bed and pushed her skirt up, crushing the material as it unveiled the small triangle of white silk and lace. Her fingers clutched the pillows as I lowered myself, ready to worship her, touch her, taste her. Two months of watching and waiting were over.
My lips left a trail of wet kisses along her thighs. My hair grazed her heated flesh. When I reached her thong, I saw the damp patch staining the white material. I tore the flimsy material in two, throwing the scrap of damp cloth beside the pillows. They would be sealed and placed in my wooden box.
Nia writhed beneath my breath, her thighs trembling around me. My fangs ached. My mouth watered. My nostrils flared at the sight and scent of her arousal. Conall snarled within me.
MATE. MATE. MATE. His voice echoed in my mind, but a beat from my pounding heart accompanied each word.
I’d let the world burn for her scent on my tongue. Nothing else mattered.
I pried her slick folds apart, dark velvet skin parting to reveal a glistening bloom of pink. My fingers trembled as I traced my tongue along her seam.
She cried out. It was raw—aching, and the sound cracked my chest wide open.
Then her hand was in my hair, pushing me down. Claiming me.
I was drowning in her aroma.
I ravaged her, licking, sucking, and devouring every trembling fold before plunging my tongue deep inside.
She rocked against me, her hips wild, until her slick coated my lips, my chin, my soul. I released her thighs and cupped her ass, guiding her rhythm to the dance of my tongue.
The taste of her was unlike any other. As sweet as a sun-ripened berry, and as full-bodied as our oldest cask.
But this vintage?
Mine.
Only mine.
A low growl erupted from my chest. The ancient call of the Wulver born shifters. The sound vibrated against her swollen, pink flesh until she gushed for me. Her body suddenly stiffened beneath me. I dragged my tongue over her clit, pulling one hand back to push two fingers inside her.
Her wet sheath sucked them in. Nia’s scream echoed around my room, but my attention was on her muscles spasming around my fingers as her hot cream coated them. I continued to lap her up, nuzzling my face into her until her damp curls tickled my nose.
She must come home. Conall said.
NOW. MATE. BREED. PROTECT.
Chapter 12
Nia
After that explosive encounter, I lay in a cloud of pillows. Lyall twisted his fingers inside of me, and I instinctively clamped around them, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he massaged my insides with deep, slow strokes.
My hips rocked to match the rhythm, but something was wrong.
The heat didn’t ebb. It spiked.
A throbbing ache bloomed between my thighs, unbearable and rising.
