Page 43 of Roommate Wanted
“I think you're the animal out of the pair,” she whispered.
“And don't yae forget it,” I said, standing up, ignoring Conall’s whine as the contact broke.
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The gas on the stove was off, and the pressure on the pot was released. I was chopping the spring onions and herbs that would complete my dish when Nia wandered into the kitchen. My body switched to high alert. I was tempted to keep her tied to my bed over the weekend.
Hunger.
It wasn't mine. It was Nia’s.
“Food is almost ready.”
“Ugh. It is so creepy when you do that,” she grumbled before crossing her arms and leaning her back on the counter.
“Yae don't seem to mind when ah use our connection tae fuck yae the way you need it.”
She rolled her eyes, but I felt the spark of lust.
“Yeah, well, that’s different,” she muttered.“That’s—private.”
I raised an eyebrow as I slid the garnish items into the pot and stirred.
“There’s nothin’private between us anymore, Nia. Yae lost that luxury when yae let me knot yae.”
Her cheeks flushed.
“I was in heat, Lyall. Biologically compromised.”
“Aye,” I said, not even trying to hide my grin.“And yae still came on my cock while yae were beggin’me to breed yae.”
She pushed off the counter with a glare.“You’re insufferable.”
I set the spoon down and turned to her, stepping in just close enough to make her tilt her chin.
“And yer insatiable, darlin’. But lucky for yae, I’m cookin’—because if yae keep lookin’at me like that, yer dessert’s gonae be my cock down yer throat.”
She let out a strangled noise and turned on her heel, muttering something about needing to“check her emails.”
My eyes lingered on her arse before it disappeared.
I stirred the pot absently, my mind already racing.I had to get her to Scotland. If she were pregnant, she’d be vulnerable. And if she wasn’t…she’d still be vulnerable. I doubted that she had the ability to shift irrespective of whether she completed the bond or not.
A fangless human against a wolf was no match.
Chapter 24
Nia
When Lyall came into the bedroom, I discreetly minimised the search window on my phone. Never in a million years did I think I would be held hostage in my own home and research if I had Stockholm Syndrome or not.
He kept the apartment clean and fed me delicious food. The problem was that he was a creepy bastard. He was never far away from me. When I sat on the sofa, he practically sat on top of me. I’d found his cameras and tossed them in a bowl of water.
Yes, something had gone terribly wrong in my life.
Lyall pulled his towel off, revealing his taut abdomen, toned thighs and the rising beast in the middle.
Okay, afewthings were terrible. Perhaps noteverything.
