Page 50 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

Max and Gunnar nod, and with a shared look, Max gets back into his car and races out of the parking lot.

“Come,” I say, walking toward my home. Gunnar takes Lena’s hands, preparing to lift her in his arms if she doesn’t comply.

“Damon, please,” she whines. “This isn’t necessary. I don’t need to live with you. All my things are at home; you can take me there. I’ll be fine.”

“Max will get everything you need from your apartment, love,” I say calmly, unlocking the door to our penthouse with a code. “I promise he won’t leave anything behind.”

“Please let me go. I just want to go home. I promise I’ll be okay,” her voice high, like she’s about to go into hysterics.

“Let me show you around,” says Gunnar. “You can tell me where you want to build your nest.”

“No!” she yells, pulling her hand out of Gunnar’s grip. “I’m not staying here! Why can’t you all leave me alone?!”

“Lena, baby?—”

“Leave. Me. ALONE!” Lena screams, stumbling backward. Gunnar’s eyes widen in surprise at her forcefulness, and I’m also shocked. “I don’t understand why you’re all so obsessed with being with me! Just let me go!”

She turns and tries to push past me at the doorway. Damn it, she’s putting up one hell of a fight despite her aroused scent filling the air.

Lena pushes against my chest with all her strength, trying to get me to move. I calmly wrap my hands around her upper arms, alarmed by her desire to escape us.

“What are you made of, bricks?” she hisses when I don’t move an inch. She tries to push me again but almost topples over, grabbing my muscular forearm to steady herself.

My arousal heightens from her touch and her enticing scent, but I try to calm my erection, not wanting to agitate her further.

“Lena, you’re stressing yourself out for no reason,” I say, looking into her tearful eyes. “You don’t need to worry—we won’t force you to be our omega. You know that deep down, honey.”

I feel my arousal intensify when her grip on me tightens.

She glances down, her eyes widening at the sight, and I groan, realizing that my erection might have crossed a line that she’s not quite ready for.

To my surprise, she licks her lips and starts to breathe heavily, her breasts heaving with every breath.

God, I wanther.

The intoxicating scent of wild honey and vanilla fills the air, and I know Lena feels the same way I do. I glance down and see a wet spot on the front of her white leggings. She is soaked, ripe, and ready for me.

She follows my gaze and blushes when she sees the evidence of her arousal on her leggings.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” I growl lowly, placing my hands on her hips. She blushes and shakes her head quietly.

I caress her back, pleased with her answer, loving how her breathing hitches with my touch. She turns away from me to face Gunnar, freezing in shock to find him already naked, his erection proudly jutting out.

She lets out a little gasp of surprise, and he grins, his smile feral.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” he croons, taking a step toward her. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“What makes you think I even want you guys?” Lena says breathlessly, but this time without the venom in her voice.

“Right here,” I say, reaching around to cup her pussy, rubbing the wet spot on her leggings. “This shows me that you want it. You want us to knot you, don’t you, honey?”

Although I know she won’t admit it, Lena is turned on too. Her scent lingers in the air, and the wet patch on the front of her leggings grows more saturated at the sight of Gunnar’s angry cock on display.

“No, I don’t,” she says, taking a step back, but she crashes into my chest. Lena may claim she wants to leave, but her actions suggest otherwise. Her defiance turns me on and makes me even more desperate to pin her down and fuck her.

“Where do you think you’re going, hmm?” I ask, pulling her toward me. I bend down and kiss her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“Oh god,” she mumbles, her head lolling back against my chest while I kiss along her shoulder. I press my hard-on into her back, making her aware of the effect she has on me.

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