Page 24 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Stop!” I yell as they start to pull books from the shelves. My heart is in my throat when Gunnar opens the book in his hands, looking ready to tear out the pages. “What the hell are you doing? You can’t use library books to build a nest!”

Gunnar shrugs as if it’s no big deal. “There’s nothing else around here to use.”

“We have a lost and found, you great brute,” I seethe, annoyed now they wouldn’t at least ask first. “There are plenty of blankets and old clothes in there that you can use.”

“But what about bedbugs?” Gunnar mutters. I stare at him, wondering if I heard correctly as I clutch my dress against my chest.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Bedbugs. You know, those insects that live in your mattress?”

“Dude, what the fuck,” Max laughs. Damon shakes his head incredulously.

“What about them?” I challenge.

“Well, who’s to say that there aren’t bedbugs living in those old clothes and blankets?”

I raise a skeptical eyebrow. “What kind of place do you think I run, Gunnar?”

He shrugs. “I’m just saying. You never know.”

“Okay, you know what, never mind,” I say, holding up my hands. “Use the books, but only the damaged pile.”

The alphas grin at me before rushing off to get the supplies they need to build my nest.

I watch as they layer on papers all over the ground of the storage room. I start to feel a sense of being safe, protected, and cared for. I can’t explain it, and I start to feel warm when I’m around them.

“There you go, honey,” says Max, pressing a hand on the small of my back while I admire the nest of book pages and the smell of books in the room. “Let’s christen your little nest, shall we?”

And the morning passes in a blur of eating, napping, and knotting.

I’m wired, constantly needing attention since it’s been so long since I was last knotted, and the alphas are more than happy to fulfill all of my desires.

* * *

I’m writhingon top of Damon’s cock, riding him, Max and Gunnar watch. They don’t mind in the slightest as they stroke themselves while watching me.

“Look at her go. Bouncing her little pussy up and down on our pack leader,” whispers Gunnar, and my heart races wildly when I see his eyes zoned in on my pussy.

“Exactly,” says Max, groaning as he strokes himself to completion, watching me as I work Damon’s cock harder into me wiggling over him.

“Good girl,” says Damon, whose hands are on my waist, helping me go up and down since he’s a giant of an alpha.

“Ah!” I scream when he slams me down onto his steel of a cock, penetrating me deep into my womb. My pussy spasms around him as slick gushes out, and he smiles in satisfaction when I’m weak. Then, at that moment, he explodes inside of me, his release shooting straight up inside of me.

I collapse onto his chest when his cock swells, finally knotting me to him.

“You look so satisfied, sweet omega,” Damon croons as he rubs my hair back while kissing my face and pumping more semen into me. I’m catching my breath while he mutters sweet nothings into my ear while his cock is nice and snug inside of me.

It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.

An omega could get used to this.

* * *

Damon

I wake from the nest,startled when I don’t feel Lena beside me. Gunnar lies not far from me, but it’s also empty next to him, and I wonder where our omega could have gone.

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