Page 117 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

The tight grip of her ass around my cock is mind-blowing, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure up my spine.

Her legs are spread obscenely wide on either side of Damon, giving me the perfect angle to drive deeper with each thrust. My balls slap against her pussy with each forward motion, adding to the wet, filthy sounds filling the room.

“Your ass is hungry for my knot,” I growl, gripping her hips to pull her back onto my cock with each thrust.

“She’s wet as fuck,” says Gunnar, still playing with her sensitive clit. Lena is moaning uncontrollably now from the dual stimulation.

I increase my pace, driven by the immense pressure building in my groin. Each thrust is harder, deeper, and more primal as my control begins to slip. The sight of my cock disappearing into her tight ass, and the sounds of her breathy moans all combine to push me rapidly toward the edge.

“Going to fill this sweet ass with my cum,” I pant, my rhythm becoming erratic as my orgasm approaches.

Her inner muscles clench around me in response, her body squeezing my cock.

With a final, powerful thrust, my orgasm crashes over me. My cock pulses violently as I come into her ass.

I collapse forward slightly, catching myself using my palms on the bed to avoid crushing her. My cock remains buried in her ass as the last pulses of my orgasm subside, leaving me breathless and utterly satisfied.

“Wow,” she gasps, trying to catch her breath.

“Fuck,” I breathe as my cock begins to swell, knotting her to me. My cum leaks into her well-fucked hole, and the feeling of that makes me happy. “You’re mine. My wife.”

“And you’re my husband. I love you,” she whispers.

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Lena

I’m slumpedagainst Damon’s chest, utterly spent and full. His knot pulsates inside my pussy while Max’s stretches my ass, both keeping me stuffed with their cum. Every small movement sends aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me, making me whimper softly.

My body feels used in the most delicious way—marked, claimed, and thoroughly satisfied by my alphas. I’ve never felt so complete, so utterly possessed, and the thought brings a dreamy smile to my face despite my exhaustion.

“I’m so lucky,” I murmur, my voice hoarse from screaming in pleasure. “To be your wife. To be claimed by all of you.”

The words come out slurred, my mind still floating in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss.

Damon’s chest rumbles against me as he speaks, his deep voice vibrating through my body. “We’re the lucky ones, little omega. To have found you, to have claimed you.”

His lips brush against the sensitive spot behind my ear, making me shiver despite his body’s warmth.

He traces the mark on my upper arm gently—the claiming bite he placed there during our mating ceremony. The touch sends a pulse of warmth through my bond with him, a reminder of the permanent connection we now share.

“Remember the night I marked you?” he asks, his voice soft with the memory.

“How could I forget?” I say, smiling. I will never forget the beautiful bath and riding him. Warm water scented with jasmine surrounded us, his teeth breaking the skin of my arm as he claimed me forever. The moment had been simultaneously painful and ecstatic, the bond forming between us instantly.

“You cried,” he recalls, kissing the mark. “Not from pain, but from happiness.”

“I never thought I’d find a pack that would love me,” I confess, the vulnerability in my voice a stark contrast to the sexual activities we’ve just engaged in. “After what happened with...before.”

“We’ll never let anyone hurt you again,” Gunnar promises from where he’s sprawled beside us, his hand reaching out to rest possessively on my thigh.

I wiggle slightly, loving the feeling of being so thoroughly filled by my alphas. The movement causes both knots to shift inside me, drawing a gasp from my lips and a groan from Damon.

“Careful, little wife,” he warns, his hands gripping my hips to still my movements. “You’ll get us all worked up again before we’ve even recovered.”

Max chuckles from my other side. “Speak for yourself. I could go again in about ten minutes.”

Their playful banter washes over me, filling me with contentment as much as their knots fill my body. With careful movements, Damon and Max maneuver me so I’m lying between them now instead of on top of Damon. The shift in position tugs at where we’re connected, sending another wave of pleasure through my oversensitive body.

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