Page 33 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Please,” I say, my voice stronger now. “I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my name. I want your knot stretching me open, filling me. Please, Gunnar.”

A shudder runs through his powerful frame, his control visibly fraying at the edges. His hand tightens around his shaft, a bead of moisture forming at the tip.

“Again,” he growls. “Say it again.”

“Please fuck me,” I repeat, each word easier than the last. “I need your cock. I need your knot. Please, Gunnar, I’m begging you.”

Something snaps in his expression—the last thread of restraint giving way. His fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls me towards him. He presses his nose to my neck, inhaling my scent deeply.

When he breaks away, we’re both breathing hard.

“Turn around,” he commands, his voice rough with need. “Get on your knees. I’m going to rut you so good you’ll forget those other two even touched you.”

Oh wow, he’s being possessive tonight.

I turn over with clumsy urgency, my limbs heavy with desire. Behind me, I hear Gunnar's sharp intake of breath.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need. “Just like that.”

His hand traces the curve of my spine. When he reaches the small of my back, his palm flattens, pressing me down slightly so my ass rises higher. The adjustment makes me feel even more exposed, more presented for his pleasure.

“What a good omega you are,” Gunnar praises, his thumbs spreading my pussy lips open, exposing me to his gaze. “So ready for me. So eager.”

The praise sends a fresh wave of slick flowing from my center. I can feel it sliding down my inner thighs, embarrassingly abundant. Gunnar notices, and a low growl of approval rumbles from his chest.

“Look how wet you are,” he murmurs, one finger tracing through the evidence of my arousal. “All this for me? I feel very special.”

“Yes,” I admit, pushing back against his exploring finger. “Please, Gunnar. I need you.”

He shifts behind me, his thighs pressing against the back of mine as he positions himself. I feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance, hot and impossibly large.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, his hands gripping my hips firmly as I start to freak out a little that he might be too big.

I comply immediately, widening my stance on the hardwood floor. The position makes me feel even more exposed, vulnerable, and ready. My forearms lower to the floor, my cheek pressing against the cool wood as my ass rises higher in the air.

“Perfect,” Gunnar murmurs. “You were made for this omega. Made for me to breed.”

The pressure increases as he begins to push forward, the broad head of his cock stretching me open. Despite the abundant slick easing his way, the intrusion burns—a delicious, overwhelming stretch that walks the line between pleasure and pain.

“Oh,” I cry out, biting my lip.

“So tight,” he grunts, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “So tight for me even after your double knotting, like the little slut that you are, aren’t you? You liked bouncing between two grown alphas, did you?”

“Yes,” I moan when he pushes the last few inches of himself into me. “You’re so big.”

“And you’re taking me so well,” he praises, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. “Just a little more, omega. Take all of me.”

With a final thrust that seems to reshape my insides, he seats himself fully within me. I feel impossibly full, stretched beyond what I thought possible.

His hips press flush against my ass, his cock so deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach. For a moment, neither of us moves—frozen in place as my body adjusts to his invasion.

Then, without warning, he pulls back, withdrawing almost before slamming forward again in one intense thrust.

I scream in pleasure as the sudden fullness of him rubs against every sensitive spot inside of me. Gunnar pauses, his hand sliding up my spine to tangle in my hair. He pulls just hard enough to arch my neck backward.

“Too much?” he asks, his voice tight with restraint.

“No,” I gasp, loving every second of this. “More. Please, more.”

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