Page 113 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

Beside me, Max and Gunnar are hastily removing their clothes, their eyes fixed on our omega as she tentatively begins to circle her clit with delicate fingers. The scent of her arousal fills the room, making my mouth water and my cock throb harder in my palm.

Her pussy is a work of art—plump outer lips, perfectly waxed, framing the glistening pink folds within. Her entrance flutters invitingly with each circle of her fingers on her swollen clit, a fresh wave of slick making her shine in the dimming light. The sight of her, spread open and vulnerable for us, has me gripping the base of my cock to keep from coming then and there.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I growl, giving myself a few slow strokes. “That pretty little cunt is begging to be eaten, isn’t it?”

She nods, her teeth catching her lower lip as her fingers move faster.

A small whimper escapes her throat when I finally climb onto the bed, positioning myself between her spread thighs. I hover over her pussy, breathing in her thickening scent before placing a gentle kiss just above her mound.

“You smell divine,” I murmur against her skin, letting my hot breath graze over her sensitive flesh. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you all day.”

I lower my head slowly, maintaining eye contact as my tongue makes that first delicious contact with her slit, licking a long, deliberate stripe from her entrance to her clit. The taste of her explodes across my tongue—sweet, tangy, and uniquely Lena—and I groan against her flesh.

“Oh god,” she moans, her back arching off the bed.

“Fucking good,” I growl as I swirl my tongue around her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm without pushing her over the edge too quickly. I want to savor this, to make her fall apart completely before I claim her with my cock.

The world narrows down to the exquisite taste of her pussy, the soft sounds of pleasure she makes, and the increasingly desperate movements of her hips against my face. I’m vaguely aware of the mattress dipping as Max and Gunnar position themselves on either side of her, but I’m too consumed with the feast before me to pay them much attention.

I alternate between broad licks across her entire sex and focused attention on her clit, occasionally dipping my tongue into her hole to taste the slick flowing from her pussy. Her thighs begin to tremble on either side of my head, and I grasp them firmly, holding her open so I can see her come.

“Oh god, Damon,” she gasps, her hands finding their way to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she tries to guide me where she needs me most.

I comply, zeroing in on her clit with precise flicks of my tongue.

I slip two fingers inside her dripping hole, curling them to find that G-spot. I find it, and her reaction is immediate—a sharp cry and a hard buck of her hips against my face.

The taste of her becomes stronger, her arousal coating my chin as I work her toward climax ruthlessly.

My cock is impossibly hard, hanging heavy between my thighs as I feast on her pussy. I could stay here for hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm from her with just my mouth, but my need to be inside her is growing too intense to ignore much longer.

I increase the pace of my fingers, fucking her with them while my tongue works her clit in tight circles. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, her thighs quivering against my hands. When I feel her inner walls begin to tighten around my fingers, I seal my lips around her clit and suck, hard.

She comes with a scream, her back arching dramatically off the bed.

Her legs try to close around my head, but I hold them firmly open, forcing her to endure the pleasure as I continue to lick and suck through her orgasm. I can feel her cream leaking around my fingers, her body producing even more slick in preparation for what’s to come.

“Damon, please,” she begs breathlessly, trying to wriggle away from my relentless mouth. “It’s too much, I can’t?—”

“Shhh,” I soothe, placing one last kiss on her oversensitive clit before raising my head. My face is slick with her juices, and I make a show of licking my lips as I meet her dazed eyes. “I’m going to make love to you now, little omega. Going to fill this sweet pussy with my knot.”

She moans in response, still panting from her orgasm.

I position myself between her thighs, noticing that Gunnar has moved to kneel by her head, his cock jutting toward her face. Max is at her side, his mouth latched onto one of her nipples while his hand kneads her other breast roughly.

I grasp my cock, guiding it to her soaked entrance.

The head slides through her folds, gathering her slick before pressing against her opening. Despite how wet she is, there’s resistance as I begin to push inside—she’s always tight, her body gripping me like a vice no matter how many times I’ve had her.

“Fuck,” I hiss as the head breaches her entrance. “So fucking tight. Going to take your husband’s fat cock now, aren’t you, little omega? Going to be a good girl and take it all?”

“Yes, Alpha,” she gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as I push deeper. “Please, I need you so much. You’ve my love and my life.”

Oh fuck.

I press forward slowly, watching with fascination as her pussy stretches to accommodate my girth. It’s a struggle to fit all of me inside her, but her body was made for this, made to take our cocks and our knots.

I pull back slightly before thrusting forward with more force, earning a sharp cry from Lena as I sink deeper.

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