Page 112 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“You’re going to be so well-knotted tonight, little omega. We’re going to take turns rutting you until you can’t remember your own name. Your pussy, your mouth, your ass—we’re going to fill every hole until you’re overflowing with our cum. Would you like that?” I whisper, brushing my lips against her ear.

She nods frantically, her breath coming faster now. I can smell her arousal intensifying, her slick soaking through her panties.

Finally, I undo the last button. I place my hands on her shoulders. “Stand up for us, wife.”

Lena obediently rises from my lap, her legs slightly unsteady.

I keep my hands on her hips as the dress slides down her body, pooling at her feet in a puddle of white silk. She stands before us in nothing but a lace thong, her perfect breasts bare and flushed pink with arousal, her nipples hard and begging for attention.

The three of us stare at her, my cock straining painfully against my pants.

The dying light from the setting sun filters through the window, casting a golden glow on her pale skin that makes her look like something divine.

“Fuck,” Gunnar growls, his eyes fixated on her breasts. “Those tits are perfect for sucking.”

“Look at that ass,” Max adds, his voice thick with lust. “So pretty and round, just begging to be filled with cum.”

“Turn around,” I command, and she does, giving us a view of her round ass, barely covered by the lace thong as I palm my cock. “That ass was made for knotting.”

I turn her back to face me, my hands moving up to cup her breasts reverently.

They fit perfectly in my palms, soft and warm. I squeeze them delicately, testing their weight, flicking my thumbs over her hardened nipples. My cock is getting harder, tenting my pants obscenely as I weigh her tits in my hands.

The scent of her waxed pussy is driving me wild—clean, fresh, and dripping with arousal just inches from my face.

Gunnar’s hands trail down her waist, his fingers digging slightly into her soft flesh. Max stands behind her, his hands cupping her ass, kneading the plump cheeks vigorously.

I release her breasts reluctantly, my hands moving lower, skimming over her flat stomach until I reach the edge of her thong. I run my finger along the waistband before dipping lower, stroking her pussy through the damp lace.

“You waxed yourself so nicely for us tonight,” I observe, my voice rough with desire.

“Yes, I did,” she replies shakily, her thighs trembling under my touch.

I look up at her face, flushed pink with a mixture of shyness and arousal.

Despite having knotted her several times before, she still acts like a pure virgin whenever we’re about to fuck her. It turns me on beyond belief, my cock jerking eagerly in my pants. I cup her pussy more firmly, letting my middle finger slide beneath the lace to dip into her wet, warm hole.

She gasps sharply, her inner walls clenching around my invading digit.

I push in deeper, feeling her slick coating my finger, her heat enveloping me. When I withdraw my finger, a sticky stream of her arousal follows, clinging between my fingertip and her needy cunt.

“Look how wet and eager you are for us,” I say, holding up my glistening finger before bringing it to my mouth to taste her essence. “So fucking sweet. I think I’ll taste you properly before I give you the first knot.”

She nods quickly, her eyes glazed with desire.

“Use your words,” Gunnar prompts, nibbling at her neck. “Tell your alpha what you want.”

“Please,” she whimpers, her voice small but urgent. “Please taste me, Damon.”

“On the bed then,” I command, my cock throbbing with anticipation. “Lie down for us, omega.”

She moves with surprising grace despite her obvious arousal, sliding onto the silk sheets and settling in the middle of the large bed, her eyes never leaving mine.

I stand at the foot of the bed, my fingers working quickly to unzip my pants. My eyes never leave Lena’s body as she lies before me, waiting for instructions.

“Spread your legs,” I command, my voice thick with lust. “And touch yourself. Show us how much you want this.”

As she complies, her thighs parting to reveal her glistening sex, I free my cock from the confines of my pants. It springs forth, heavy and engorged, pre-cum already beading at the tip as I wrap my hand around the shaft and stroke lazily, savoring the sight before me.

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