Page 18 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

Lena cries out when her orgasm washes over her, her pussy flooding with her arousal and soaking the floor beneath her.

I grit my teeth as I watch her, not quite ready to cum yet despite the scene before me. I need just one more moment to admire her. Her breasts are heaving with each breath she takes and her cunt spasming around nothing as she comes down from her high.

I’m desperate to fill her with my seed and impregnate her. This omega needs to be knotted and bred immediately.

CHAPTER6

Lena

“Oh,” I gasp as my pussy suddenly clenches while I rub my clit urgently. I can smell the alphas on the other side of this door, and it’s making me even hornier.

I can’t believe how wet I am, and it’s because of them.

But as I rub my clit harder, instead of the spike of pleasure I crave, a stab of pain shoots through my center.

A deep, empty ache resonates within my womb.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’m in heat. When an omega goes into heat, she needs an alpha’s knot to fill the emptiness and relieve her from the mindless pain, which could last up to a week.

I jam a finger inside, trying to ease this burning ache in my core, but all it does is intensify the pain.

Teasing myself has never been a problem before, but with my scent blockers wearing off, all I want is to be rutted and knotted by an alpha.

An image of Damon crosses my mind, and I whine as my pussy clenches around nothing, imagining him ramming his thick shaft inside me and filling me with his big, juicy knot.

A gush of moisture rushes from my pussy, and I attempt to squeeze my legs closed, trying to contain the flood of slick. It’s useless; the whole room is thick with my scent, and I can smell myself. There’s no way the alphas haven’t detected me by now.

Suddenly, I hear grunting on the other side of the door, and I catch my breath in shock.

Were they pleasuring themselves, too?

A thrill snakes down my spine at the sound, and despite the terror of knowing they’ve found me, I can’t help but feel unbearably horny.

I want them.Now.

Their low grunts are affecting me, and I should feel mortified that they heard me masturbating. I wonder if they know what I’m doing here, but I’m sure their keen alpha senses can pick up my scent.

I kick my panties off my feet and crawl closer to the door, determined to hear the sounds they’re making more clearly. I press my head against the door near the crack in the doorframe and take a deep breath. Whoever is standing closest to the door smells delicious, like smoked cedarwood. The scent tugs at my memory, but I’m too aroused to care right now.

Their grunts fill the passageway, and I can hear the rhythmic thumping of them pleasuring themselves.

Knowing they’re on the other side of the door, driven wild by the sound of me and the scent of my arousal, sends me into a frenzy. I squeeze my thighs tightly together, trying to ease the growing ache in my core.

Heat pools in my belly, spreading like fire throughout my entire body.

The feeling is almost unbearable.

If I thought I was aroused before, it’s nothing compared to what I feel now. I know for sure that my scent blockers have worn off completely. I’m in heat, and the one thing that can soothe me is outside this door.

I sit back and spread my legs again, yearning to touch myself again to relieve the throbbing. But the pain only intensifies as my womb clenches, demanding relief in the form of impregnation.

I try to insert two fingers this time, but all I feel is more anguish. I let out a sob of frustration as my body clenches pathetically around my finger.

I’ve never been in heat before, and it’s worse than I can ever imagine.

“Is everything all right, Lena?” Max calls from the other side, concern lacing his voice.

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