Page 25 of Roommate Wanted
By the time we reached my room, she was wrapped around me like ivy. When I tried to lay her on the bed, she whimpered and tightened her hold around my neck.
Afraid I’d leave her.
“Look at ma bed,” I urged her.
She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.
“Do it.Now,” I commanded, my voice sharper.
Her body jolted, instinct overriding her fear, and her eyes cracked open.
She froze.
The bed wasn’t made up for sleep. It was a nest. Layer upon layer of my worn t-shirts, hoodies, joggers—everything I’d ever caught her looking at, or I’d deliberately left out where she might touch.
All of it was saturated with my scent. Weeks’worth. Bagged. Collected. Spread out for her.
Her mouth parted as her pupils blew wide.
“It’s yours,” I said hoarsely.“Ah made it for yae.”
She made a broken sound and finally let go. Crawled into it. Curled into my clothes like she was home.
And I stood there, watching my mate surrender—not to me, not yet, but to what her body already knew.
Chapter 14
Nia
My fists clenched around the material as I pushed it into my face, curling my body around his clothing. I breathed in his scent. It was raw, earthy, sweet, but most of all, it took the devastating pain away.
With one hand, I tried to remove my robe, but I didn't want to stop touching the soft material all around me. I felt him tug it down my shoulders and pull it off, leaving me bare. I arched my back and scraped my breasts off his scent, blindly writhing in a drug-induced coma.
The rough corner of his denims poked my thigh, and I dragged the material between my legs, rubbing it, mewling in pleasure, wondering why I’d resisted. My chest heaved as I began to pant.
Something cool and hard grazed my lips. I blinked up—Lyall. His golden eyes flared as if they could burn the thirst right out of me.
“Drink,” he rasped, the word a command and a promise.
I sucked the nozzle between my lips, never breaking eye contact. Daring him to snap. To give in. The cold water made me shiver, but it did nothing to quench the deeper hunger or the raging fire.
“Easy,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles over my cheek.“Ye’ll make yerself sick.”
My nipples hardened, and my body yearned for more. I’d tried everything in my room, but nothing took the pain away. I pushed the bottle away. A splash of water ran down my chin, trickling down my neck. I took Lyall’s wrist, pushing his hand toward my breast, but he shook his head.
“Make yer nest, darlin’ or yae willnae be comfortable,” he said, kissing my cheek.
I leaned up and licked his jaw. My tongue raked along his prickly stubble until he groaned.
“Yur gunna be the death o’ me,” he muttered.
I watched in fear as he left the room, but the door was open.
“I’ll be back when yer done wae yur nest,” he said, about to turn away from me.
I panicked and was about to climb off the bed, but his scowl stopped me.
“Am no leavin’ darlin’. I’ll cum as soon as yer ready. Ah swear tae yae,” he said as he vanished from my sight.
