Page 36 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

Then, mercifully, his teeth withdraw. Instead, his lips press against the spot in a gentle kiss.

“Relax,” he murmurs against my skin. “I’m not going to mark you. Not without your permission.”

“Thank you,” I say gratefully as the tension leaves my body. He nuzzles the spot where his teeth have grazed, his stubble creating a pleasant friction against my sensitive skin.

“Though I have to admit,” he says, his voice a low rumble, “the thought is tempting. Very tempting.”

His admission makes butterflies flutter in my stomach and worries me. My inner omega wolf is literally rejoicing at the thought of being claimed by this powerful alpha and his pack.

The biological need is strong and hardwired into my DNA over countless generations of evolution.

“It’s the pack leader’s choice,” I say finally. “Who joins the pack, and who becomes the pack omega. That’s Damon’s decision, not yours.”

Gunnar’s chuckle vibrates his thick knot holding us together, making me aware of how intimately we’re still connected.

“Damon wouldn’t be offended if I made that decision here and now,” he says, a note of amusement in his voice. “In fact, I think he would approve.”

“And Max?” I ask, unable to help myself. “Would he approve, too?”

“Max likes you,” Gunnar says as his hand rests on my lower belly and over the bulge of his huge cock. “He’s just as obsessed with you as we are.”

Panic flutters in my chest. He and the pack have their sights set on me.

This isn’t going to be a one-time fling for them.

* * *

“Mhm, this is so good,”I sigh as Max feeds me another bite of butter chicken after Gunnar knotted me so well an hour earlier.

The storm eased up enough for Damon to leave the library in search of food. After insisting on knowing my favorite food, Damon went out to get lunch for everyone.

“What’s good? The food or the fact that you’re sitting on my cock?” Damon teases, shifting his hips a little so that his knot sits deeper inside me.

“Both,” I moan.

Eating good food while Damon’s thick cock throbs inside me is a different type of pleasure than any I’ve experienced so far.

My heat is still ongoing, and to make sure I don’t feel any pain, the guys are determined to keep me knotted at all times. After chasing me all over the place, Gunnar is devouring his bowl of food, probably hungry as hell from his naughty games with me.

“There’s something about you,” Max says slowly, wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “You look so familiar to me. I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out how I know you.”

I freeze, memories of that night flooding back. He was definitely the red-headed alpha who was kind to me. He saw me getting dragged away by my ex. Ice-cold dread settles into my stomach.

I’m scared of them finding out who I am. Alphas are unpredictable, and there is a risk of them going after my old pack, especially after I spent years trying to hide from my exes.

“Maybe,” I say, then trying to change the subject. “Have you had an omega before? Like in your pack, I mean.”

“Yes,” he says after a long pause, making me curious.

I wait, giving him space to elaborate if he chooses. When he doesn’t, I venture another careful question. “What happened to her?”

His exhale is heavy, somewhere between a sigh and a controlled release of tension. “It ended.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to pry,” I say. “I was just curious about your pack.”

“She ran away,” Damon says. “Good thing I didn’t mark her.”

I swallow the next spoonful of rice, my heart beating hard. I wonder what made her run away, but the mention of her is causing all the alphas to tense up. Even Gunnar pauses eating for a second.

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