Page 35 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

I whimper in protest, my body tensed on the edge of release. “I can’t hold back anymore!”

“Patience, little omega,” he murmurs, his voice softening slightly. “We’re not done yet. I want to hear more from you first. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come,” I plead, trying to push back against him, to force his fingers to rub against my clit.

“And what else?” His teeth grazed my neck while his cock pulsed deep inside of me. “Tell me what else you want from me.”

“Your knot,” I gasp, beyond shame now. “I want your knot. I want you to fill me up. Please, Gunnar?—”

“Who makes you feel this good?" Gunnar demands, his thrusts becoming more erratic, a sign that his control is slipping. “Say my name.”

“Gunnar,” I moan, the word catching on a gasp as his cock hits that perfect spot inside me. “Oh!”

His responding thrust is so powerful that it drives me forward on the hardwood floor, my knees sliding slightly. His arm wraps around my waist, lifting me back into position and keeping me exactly where he wants me to be.

“Mine,” he agrees, the word a feral growl against my ear. “All mine. This pussy. These sounds. These screams. All for me.”

Each thrust drives me higher. Each circle of his fingers around my clit brings me closer to the edge. His knot continues to swell, the stretch becoming more intense, more overwhelming with each penetration.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his voice tight with restraint. “Ready to come on my knot? Ready to take every drop I give you?”

“Yes!” I cry out.

His fingers press harder against my clit, moving in tight, fast circles that make my vision blur at the edges. His cock drives into me with renewed purpose, his knot now so swollen it takes real effort to push it inside me with each thrust.

“Then come for me,” he commands, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. “Come now, omega. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

My belly tenses as the orgasm crashes over me, and my pussy clamps tighter around him. Oh my god. My throat is sore from screaming his name while I’m trembling in his arms.

“That’s it,” he praises, his voice thick with his approaching climax. “Just like that. So perfect. My perfect omega.”

The pressure at my entrance is intense—his knot now fully swollen, stretching me beyond what I thought possible.

The sensation of being so filled, so thoroughly stretched and claimed, triggers another orgasm, rolling seamlessly from the first. I sob with the intensity of it, my body shaking uncontrollably beneath him as pleasure borders on something almost like pain—too much to process, too overwhelming to comprehend.

We remain locked together, our bodies joined as his release continues into my womb.

“So good,” Gunnar murmurs gently. He strokes my back as he spoons me from behind, still knotted into me. “You take my knot so perfectly. Did you enjoy it, beautiful Lena?”

“It was…different,” I whisper, blushing even though he can’t see my face right now.

His arm tightens around my waist. “Good, different?”

“Very good different,” I admit, still blown away by the way he thoroughly fucked me like it was no one’s business. I feel him smile against my shoulder, and I smile to myself for making enormous alpha wolf cum.

We lapse into comfortable silence, and then our bodies gradually cool, and our breathing slows to normal. His knot remains firmly lodged inside me, though I can feel it beginning to subside ever so slightly.

I suddenly feel his teeth scrape against the sensitive spot on my neck, the traditional location for an alpha’s claiming bite.

The alarm cuts through my post-coital haze, sharp and immediate.

“Don’t,” I gasp, my entire body tensing. “Don’t mark me.”

The teeth at my neck pause but don’t withdraw completely. I feel Gunnar’s hot breath against my skin, his hesitation palpable.

A marking bite isn't just a casual gesture between lovers. It’s permanent, irrevocable—a biological bonding that would tie me to Gunnar for life. The tradition is ancient, primal, and not something to be decided in the heat of the moment.

My heart stops thinking he’s going to ignore me. His knot still holds me to him, and I can’t escape if I want to.

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