Roommate Roulette: Chapter 5

Riley clears her throat from the doorway, backpack already slung over one shoulder, morning sunlight streaming in behind her. "So... I'm guessing neither of you got much sleep last night." She shifts her weight, glancing between their disheveled appearances with raised eyebrows. "Mr. Prickles and I are heading to the library. Some of us have actual studying to do." She pauses, her expression softening slightly. "You good, Lyric? Need anything before I go?"

Lyric can't answer; her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she tries to find her voice. The intimacy they've just shared while Riley slept last night hits her all at once, leaving her mortified. The reality of what happened—Sebastian's fingers inside her, her hand on him, the uninhibited sounds she made—crashes over her like an icy wave, cutting through the heat-induced haze.

"I'm fine," she finally manages, her voice barely above a whisper. She can't meet Riley's concerned gaze, instead focusing on a loose thread in the blanket now twisted around her legs. Her honeysuckle scent shifts, taking on notes of cinnamon and clove—embarrassment made tangible in the air between them.

Sebastian senses her sudden discomfort, his protective instincts flaring. He shifts his body slightly, creating a barrier between Lyric and Riley's knowing look. His scent wraps around her like a shield, pine and midnight enveloping her in an invisible cocoon.

"We're good, Riley," he says, his voice deliberately casual despite the storm still raging in his blood. "Thanks."

Riley hesitates, her Beta instincts picking up on the complex emotional currents flowing between her roommates. She may not feel the pull of designation biology the way they do, but she recognizes the vulnerability in Lyric's posture—the way she's curled inward, making herself smaller.

"Alright then," Riley says, adjusting her backpack. "Text me if you need anything”

Her fingers hover over the suppressant bottle on the bathroom counter, then deliberately move past it to her toothbrush. She stares at her reflection—flushed cheeks, dilated pupils—as she brushes her teeth with mechanical precision. What's the point? After last night, after his fingers inside her and her hand wrapped around him, the chemical barrier seems like closing the gate after the wolves have already gotten in. Slick warmth pools between her thighs, and her skin feels too tight, too hot, too sensitive. The soft cotton of her oversized sweater brushes against her nipples in a way that sends electric shocks down her spine.

Lyric shuffled through the campus quad, her backpack slung over one shoulder as she tried to focus on the lecture notes clutched in her hand. But with each step, the slick wetness between her legs became more distracting, a constant reminder of her body's betrayal. Her choice to leave the suppressant pills untouched this morning now seemed like the worst decision of her life, and now she was paying the price, her biology screaming for something she wasn't ready to give.

She sat through her morning classes, squirming in her seat as the scent of her heat wafted around her, drawing stares from fellow students. Her professors' words blurred into an incomprehensible hum, her usually keen focus reduced to a foggy haze. By the time lunch rolled around, Lyric was a mess of need and frustration.

As she made her way to the cafeteria, a familiar scent cut through the air—pine and midnight, unmistakably Sebastian. Before she could react, he was there, his strong hand gripping her elbow, steering her away from the bustling crowd.

"Sebastian, what are you—?" Her words were cut off as he pulled her into a nearby bathroom, the door slamming shut behind them.

He pushed her against the wall, his body pressing firmly against hers. His nostrils flared as he took in her scent, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "The honeysuckle scent of your arousal is so strong I can taste it from across campus," he stated, his voice rough with restraint.

Lyric's cheeks burned hot as she avoided his gaze. "I... I decided not to take them today," she admitted, her voice catching as the words hung between them. Her fingers twisted nervously in the fabric of her skirt, betraying her embarrassment even as her body arched instinctively toward his, fresh slick gathering between her trembling thighs.

Sebastian's eyes were dark with hunger, his breath hot on her face. Without another word, he hiked up her skirt, his hands rough and demanding on her thighs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tore them away with a sharp tug.

Lyric gasped, shock and arousal coursing through her. Before she could protest, Sebastian was on his knees, his face buried between her legs. His tongue lapped at her slick folds, a deep groan vibrating through him as he tasted her.

Her hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly as his tongue delved deeper, licking and exploring every intimate part of her. Pleasure surged through her, her body trembling as his mouth worked its magic. He growled against her flesh, the vibrations sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her.

Lyric's breath came in ragged gasps, her hips moving in rhythm with his tongue. She could feel the tension building, her body coiling tighter and tighter as he brought her closer to the edge. Sebastian's hands gripped her ass, holding her firmly against his mouth as he feasted on her, his hunger insatiable.

She came undone with a cry, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Sebastian held her through it, his tongue gently lapping at her sensitive flesh, drawing out every last shudder of ecstasy.

As Lyric slowly came back to herself, she looked down at Sebastian, his face still buried between her thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, her juices glistening on his lips. The raw hunger in his expression sent a shiver of anticipation through her, her body already aching for more. But for now, this would have to be enough. She pushed him away gently, her breath still coming in ragged gasps.

"I can't... I have classes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Sebastian rose to his feet, his body still tense with need. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "This isn't over, Lyric," he growled softly.

With that promise hanging in the air, he stepped back, allowing her to smooth down her skirt and gather her composure. As she slipped out of the bathroom, she couldn't shake the feeling that her life had just taken a sharp turn, one that would change everything.