Page 42 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

Gunnar

Lena looks sobeautiful as I watch her from outside her bedroom window. Seeing her prance around her room in nothing but the jewelry I gave her turns me on, even though my mission is to keep a close eye on our omega.

Even though Damon is against this, I can’t look the other way and pretend she isn’t ours.

I know in my heart that she’ll be my omega soon, and I can’t bear to keep her out of my sight. Her safety is too important to me.

I’ve been standing outside her apartment all day, hiding in the shadows of the building and the nearby trees, watching her putter about the kitchen and the living room.

Seeing her angrily throw away the flowers surprised me; I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be offended. But watching her petite figure stand in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but the diamonds I bought her, makes me forgive her instantly.

The curvature of her breasts and hips nearly drove me wild. She looks stunning, and I watch her greedily as she bends over her nightstand to take a couple of pills while still adorned in the jewelry.

“Fuck,” I whisper, watching her sweet ass bounce as she plops onto the bed. She doesn’t turn off the light yet, and I’m glad because I want to keep watching.

She lay back on the bed, absentmindedly massaging her thigh with one hand while looking at her phone with the other. I watched eagerly as her thighs gradually separated, revealing her tiny pussy.

The same pussy I had ravaged weeks ago.

My cock hardens as I listen to her humming through the window and jiggling one of her legs, giving me a clearer view of her pussy. A stream of clear liquid ran down from her little hole to her ass.

I need to taste her slick. I need her.

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After an hourof watching and waiting, Lena finally falls asleep, leaving the bedside lamp on. Knowing this is my chance, I creep toward the building, slowly opening the bedroom window, carefully sneaking in, and shutting it softly behind me.

She looks so peaceful lying on the bed.

I slowly climb onto the bed with her. Lena’s deep asleep, her mouth slightly open, and her hair fanned across the pillow. Her thick diamond necklace sparkling around her slim neck.

Fuck.

My cock is rock hard from the scent of her secretions wafting from between her legs. The soft smell of vanilla drives my wolf crazy as I dip my head between her legs.

Hesitantly, I stick my tongue out to taste her, hoping not to wake her. I lightly touched the tip of my tongue to the center of her pussy, allowing her juices to flow delicately onto my taste buds. I want to groan with delight when the first drop falls onto my tongue.

I growl ferally against her pussy and freeze when she adjusts herself, spreading her legs wider for me.

I need to be more careful. But damn, I can’t help it.

My cock jumps in my jeans as I kneel between her legs. Unzipping my fly, I grip myself as I dip my head between her legs once again after she starts to snore again.

She tastes phenomenal, so sweet on my tongue, and as I lick all around her folds, making sure to get every last drop. She moans in her sleep, and I push my tongue into her tight hole.

I push her thighs farther apart with both hands and stick my tongue inside her, drinking her sweet nectar up as my cock throbs.

“Gunnar?” Lena mumbles sleepily, her hand reaching my head, and I freeze. She curls her fingers into my hair, gripping me closer to her pussy.

I panic, thinking she’s awake, but her eyes are still closed.

“Shh, Lena, it’s just me,” I whisper, kissing her inner thigh. “Relax, baby, enjoy your sleep. I only want to taste you. You taste like honey. I can’t get enough.”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she mumbles sleepily with a small smile, opening her thighs wider to give me better access.

“I know, baby, but I can’t stay away. Not when you taste this good. Let me make you feel good. I want to taste your cum on my tongue.”

“Mmm, oh!” she whimpers when I start to lick her.

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