Page 111 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

All I see is her- my omega, my wife, mine to claim and knot until she’s crying from pleasure. My cock bobs with each step, growing harder as her sweet scent intensifies. Behind me, I can hear Gunnar and Max following, their own arousal evident in their heavy breathing.

“I’ve been hard since the fucking ceremony,” Gunnar growls, adjusting himself. “That dress makes her ass look perfect for breeding.”

Max chuckles, a hungry sound. “Her scent’s getting stronger. I think our little omega knows what’s coming.”

“Three knots,” I reply, my voice a deep rumble that makes Lena shiver in my arms. “One for each of her holes. She’ll be leaking our cum for days.”

Lena whimpers softly, pressing her face against my chest. I can smell her arousal strengthening, her pussy getting wet just from our words.

“You like hearing that, don’t you, little wife?” I murmur into her hair. “Knowing we’re going to take turns filling you up?”

She nods, her body trembling against mine.

I shift her in my arms, making sure she can feel the hard length of my cock pressing against her through the thin fabric of her wedding dress.

When we reach the cabin, I push the door open with my shoulder, carrying her over the threshold. The interior is simple but luxurious. I made sure of that when I booked it. A large fireplace dominates one wall, already lit and casting a warm glow over the rustic furniture.

“Can you put me down? I want to look around,” Lena says eagerly.

I tighten my grip on her, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh.

“You can admire the place later,” I growl, my patience at its end. “I’ve been smelling your sweet pussy all day, watching you in this dress, knowing what’s underneath. I’m not waiting another second to claim you properly, wife.”

She gasps at my tone, her pupils dilating with arousal.

I carry her straight to the bedroom, Gunnar and Max following close behind. Their heavy footsteps match my own urgent pace. The bed is massive, custom-made to accommodate all four of us, covered in silk sheets.

I sit on the edge of the bed, positioning Lena on my lap so her back is to my chest. My erection presses insistently against her ass through her dress, and she squirms, teasing me with the subtle movement.

“Gunnar, Max,” I command. “Remove her stockings and heels.”

They kneel immediately, one at each of her delicate feet.

Max lifts her right leg, carefully sliding off the high heel before letting his fingers trace up her calf to the top of her stocking.

Gunnar mirrors him on the left, both of them reverent in their movements as they roll the sheer fabric down her legs, exposing her pale skin inch by tantalizing inch.

While they work, I begin unbuttoning the long row of pearl buttons running down the back of her wedding gown. My fingers brush against her spine with each button, and I lower my mouth to the exposed skin of her shoulder, pressing hot kisses there. I inhale deeply, breathing in the intoxicating blend of vanilla and aroused omega that’s uniquely hers.

“I can smell how wet you got in the limo,” I murmur against her neck, my teeth grazing over her pulse point. “Your pussy was dripping through your panties. Were you thinking about what we’d do to you tonight?”

She shivers, a small moan escaping her lips as Gunnar’s hand skims up her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she’s aching to be touched.

“We need an answer,” Gunnar demands, nipping at her thigh.

“Y-yes,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I couldn’t help it.”

My cock jerks against her ass, pre-cum leaking from the tip as I continue unbuttoning her dress. I want to tear the fabric apart, to expose her to us faster, but I restrain myself. We have all night, all week, to be rough with her.

This first time as husbands and wife deserves more moments of care and attention.

She squirms again, her perfect ass grinding against my erection through the thin material of my pants. A growl rumbles deep in my chest as I struggle to maintain control.

“Feel that?” I ask, thrusting up slightly against her. “Feel how fucking hard I am for you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, pressing her ass back against me more deliberately now.

I lean forward, my chest pressed to her back as I continue my work on the buttons.

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