Page 109 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Tell us what you see, Max,” Gunnar demands, his voice tight with restraint.

Max’s fingers continue their torturous exploration, dipping shallowly into my entrance before withdrawing. “Her pussy’s completely covered in slick. It’s running down toward her ass.”

Damon lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Was the thought of our wedding night arousing you, little omega?”

“Yes,” I gasp as Max’s thumb brushes teasingly over my clit.

“Check her ass, too,” Damon commands, his grip on my thigh tightening.

Before I can protest at the invasion, the three alphas perfectly coordinate to reposition me. Gunnar lifts me effortlessly while Max pulls my legs toward him. In seconds, I’m lying horizontally across the seats on my belly. My head is cradled in Damon’s lap, my body stretched out with my legs toward Max.

The position places me directly beneath the overhead lights of the limo, exposing every inch of me to their scrutiny.

I feel Damon’s erection pressing hard against my cheek through his suit pants as Gunnar and Max kneel on the floor beside the seat.

My wedding dress is bunched around my waist now, my ass completely exposed except for the thin strip of my thong disappearing between my cheeks.

“Hold her open,” Gunnar growls, and I feel their hands on my ass, squeezing the flesh roughly before pulling my cheeks apart. The cool air hits my asshole, and I bury my face against Damon’s thigh in embarrassment.

“Fuck,” Max gasps, and I can practically hear the grin in his voice. “Did our little omega get her asshole waxed for us?”

My face burns hotter against Damon’s leg. He threads his fingers through my hair, tugging gently until I’m forced to look up at him again.

“Did you, baby?” Damon asks softly. “Did you prepare your tight little asshole for your alphas’ cocks on your wedding night?”

I bite my lip, nodding slightly.

“I wanted... I wanted to be ready for you,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “For all of you.”

A collective groan rises from all three werewolves. Damon’s fingers tighten in my hair, forcing my head back further.

“Such a good, thoughtful omega,” he praises, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “Always thinking about how to please your alphas.”

“Look at how pink and tight it is,” Max marvels, his thumb gliding over my exposed hole. The unexpected touch makes me jolt and whimper. “Perfectly smooth, not a single hair.”

“I bet she had someone spread her cheeks just like this,” Gunnar adds, his voice rough with desire. “Legs spread wide while they waxed this pretty little pucker for us.”

His finger replaces Max’s, circling my rim with torturous slowness.

“Did you think about us while they were doing it, omega? Did your pussy get wet knowing we’d be staring at your smooth asshole on our wedding night?” Damon demands.

“Yes,” I gasp, unable to lie under their intense scrutiny. “I thought about you the whole time.”

“I want her to slick from her asshole,” Damon declares, his eyes dark with lust as he continues to hold my gaze. “Make it happen.”

My heart races at his command, knowing exactly what’s coming. Sure enough, I feel a slippery finger—I’m not sure whose—pressing against my rim, cold with lube or spit.

“We’ll make it happen, boss,” says Max, and I realize it must be his finger circling my entrance, gradually applying more pressure while Gunnar breathes heavily.

“The perfect omega deserves the perfect wedding night,” Damon replies, his free hand moving to unzip his pants. The sound of the zipper seems deafening in the confined space of the limo. “And that means getting fucked in all her pretty holes.”

Max’s finger breaches me just as Damon finishes speaking. His finger pushes past the tight ring of muscle with careful insistence.

I arch my back instinctively, a strangled moan escaping my lips as my body adjusts to the intrusion.

“That’s it,” Max encourages, working his finger deeper. “Open up for us, baby. Relax those muscles; you know what to do.”

A second finger joins the first—Gunnar’s this time, I think, based on the thickness, stretching me wider. The burn quickly transforms into pleasure as they work together, their fingers pumping in and out of my ass with increasing strokes.

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