Roommate Roulette: Chapter 4

The scent of Lyric's heat seeps through the cramped dorm room like rising floodwater, the suppressants she's been doubling for weeks now finally giving way completely. Her body had been sending warning signals—random flushes, heightened sensitivity, dreams that left her sheets damp—but nothing prepared her for this moment of total surrender. Lyric lies awake in her narrow dorm bed, sheets twisted around her legs, listening to Riley's steady breathing from across the room. The digital clock reads 3:17 AM. Her skin feels electric, too sensitive against even the soft cotton of her sleep shirt. She slides a hesitant hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, finding herself already slick and swollen. A small gasp escapes her lips as her fingers make contact, and she freezes, glancing toward Sebastian asleep on his bed. Her honeysuckle and amber scent intensifies immediately, filling the small space between them.

She's never dared to be so bold with others in the room, but her heat-addled brain overrides her usual inhibitions. Her fingers slide through her folds, collecting the slickness there, her breath catching as she circles her clit with tentative strokes. The pleasure is immediate and overwhelming, coursing through her body like electricity. She bites her lower lip to stifle a moan, her hips lifting slightly from the mattress as she increases the pressure.

The rhythm of her movements becomes more urgent, her body demanding release with a primal intensity she's never experienced before. Her free hand moves beneath her sleep shirt to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her hardened nipple, sending another wave of pleasure spiraling down to where her fingers work between her thighs. The scent of her arousal thickens in the air, honeysuckle and amber notes growing heavier, more intoxicating.

Sebastian stirs in his bed, not fully awake but responding instinctively to her pheromones. His wolf recognizes her call even through the veil of sleep, his body hardening beneath the sheets. Lyric notices his movement and freezes momentarily, but the ache between her legs is too insistent to ignore. She resumes her ministrations, sliding two fingers inside herself while her thumb continues to circle her clit, her inner walls clenching around the intrusion with greedy need.

Her head falls back against the pillow, copper hair splayed across the white cotton like flame.

Sebastian rises from his bed in one fluid motion, storm-gray eyes reduced to thin rings around dilated pupils. He crosses the small space between them in three silent steps, drawn by instinct older than civilization. His hand covers hers between her thighs, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest as he feels her slickness.

"Shhh," Sebastian whispers against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Let me."

He gently moves her hand away, replacing it with his own. His long fingers slide between her folds, exploring her wetness with deliberate, torturous slowness. When he finally pushes two fingers deep inside her, Lyric's back arches off the bed, a desperate moan escaping her lips before she can stifle it.

"God, you're so wet," he growls, his voice a rumble that vibrates through her body. His fingers curl inside her, finding that spot that makes her vision blur at the edges. "So ready for me."

Across the room, Riley stirs, mumbling something incoherent before rolling over and burying her face deeper into her pillow. Neither Sebastian nor Lyric pay her any mind, lost in the primal dance unfolding between them.

Sebastian works his fingers in and out of Lyric's slick heat, his thumb circling her clit with perfect pressure. He watches her face intently, cataloging every reaction, every hitched breath, every flutter of her eyelids. His wolf howls with satisfaction at the sight of her coming undone beneath his touch.

Lyric bites down on her fist to keep from crying out, her hips bucking against his hand. The pressure building inside her is unlike anything she's experienced during her previous heats—those had been uncomfortable, frustrating affairs where her own fingers provided only minimal relief

His fingers curl inside her, finding a spot that makes her gasp. Her free hand flies to her breast, pinching her nipple through thin cotton. "Don't stop," he growls, voice barely human. He captures her wrist, guiding it downward to the hard length straining against his boxers. "Feel what you do to me," he whispers roughly, curling her trembling fingers around him, the wolf beneath his skin howling as she instinctively tightens her grip.

She whimpers, her body tensing under Sebastian's expert touch. The bond between them amplifies every sensation as her pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. Her inner walls clench around his fingers, pulsating with need as his thumb continues its relentless circles against her swollen clit. Sebastian watches her face with ravenous intensity, drinking in every flicker of pleasure that crosses her features.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice dark velvet against her ear. "Let go for me."

The command in his tone pushes her over the edge. Lyric's back arches sharply as waves of ecstasy crash through her, her body convulsing around his fingers. A soft, broken moan escapes her lips as she rides out her release, her amber eyes locked with his stormy gray ones. The scent of her arousal spikes, flooding the room with honeysuckle and amber notes so potent that Riley stirs again across the room, subconsciously burying her face deeper into her pillow.

Sebastian's pupils dilate further as he watches Lyric come apart beneath his touch. His wolf preens with satisfaction, reveling in the knowledge that he's given his mate pleasure. The hardness straining against his boxers throbs painfully as Lyric's fingers reflexively tighten around him during her climax.

"Beautiful," he whispers, slowly withdrawing his fingers from her heat. The sight of her slickness coating his skin makes his mouth water.