Page 30 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

The wolf’s only response is another step forward, his hot breath washing over my bare stomach. Even though his eyes are animalistic in shape, his gaze holds human intelligence and alpha desire.

This isn’t a mindless beast. Gunnar is fully aware and in control, choosing to approach me in this form.

My legs tremble, partly from the exertion of the chase and partly from the conflicting emotions warring within me.

I should be horrified. I should be screaming for help.

The wolf’s tongue darts out, tasting the air again. His eyes travel down my naked body, lingering on my breasts, my stomach, and my pussy, where I know my arousal is seeping like crazy. His erection seems to swell even larger under my gaze, the knot at its base thickening visibly.

“No way,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. "This can't be happening."

But it is happening.

The wolf before me is real, and his intentions are clear. I can’t deny the answering call of my body, the omega instinct that recognizes and responds to the alpha before me, regardless of his form.

He closes the final distance between us, his massive form now mere inches from my naked body. His fur brushes against my thighs, warm and surprisingly soft against my skin.

A scream tears from my throat as Gunnar lunges forward, his powerful body a blur of motion. Before I can react, his weight knocks me backward.

Books tumble from nearby shelves. I’m lying on my back, breathless and waiting.

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For a moment,fear is the only thing I can process—primal, instinctive fear of the predator looming over me. Gunnar stands above me, his golden wolf eyes gleaming with triumph, his massive paws planted on either side of my shoulders.

"Gunnar," I gasp, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. "Please?—"

Then he shifts his weight and moves backward, repositioning himself over my body. His snout nudges insistently at my knees, pushing them apart with casual strength.

“What are you…?” I gasp when I realize what he’s about to do. “Gunnar, no, you can’t…”

But he can, and he does.

With my legs now splayed open beneath him, he lowers his massive head between my thighs. I feel the first hot brush of his breath against my pussy folds, and my entire body jerks in response. My hands fly down reflexively to push his head away, fingers sinking into the thick fur of his neck.

The first touch of his tongue nearly launches me off the floor.

It’s nothing like a normal tongue. This is broader, rougher, and impossibly hot against my sensitive flesh. It drags from my entrance to my clit in one long, deliberate stroke that makes me shiver.

“Oh god!” I cry out breathlessly as my back arches involuntarily. My fingers tighten in his fur when I’m about to push him away.

I want more. I need more.

Gunnar makes that pleased rumbling sound again, the vibration of it traveling through his tongue and into my core. Then he laps at me repeatedly. The rough texture of his wolf tongue catches against my sensitive flesh in ways a human tongue never could, stimulating nerve endings I didn't even know existed.

My head falls back against the hard library floor as my eyes roll back.

The sensations are too intense and too overwhelming to process. Each swipe of his tongue sends fresh jolts of pleasure through my entire pussy. The forbidden aspect of it, of being pleasured by an alpha in his wolf form, flickers briefly through my mind.

He adjusts his position, his massive forelegs now straddling my thighs, keeping me pinned beneath him. I hold my breath as he lowers his head again, licking around pussy as more slick seeps out.

His tongue changes tactics, no longer making broad strokes but focusing on my entrance. I feel it press against me, shockingly large and insistent, then push inside.

I cry out at the stretching sensation, my hands now pulling him closer rather than pushing him away.

“Gunnar,” I moan, his name. His name is the only coherent thought I can form as his tongue thrusts in and out of me, stretching me in ways that seem impossible. Each withdrawal drags against my sensitive inner walls, and each penetration pushes deeper than before.

The sounds coming from between my legs are obscene—wet, squelching noises that echo in the quiet library.

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