Page 54 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

The noise sounds again, and Damon puts a finger over his lips, indicating to keep quiet. It sounds like someone was trying to turn the knob to the front door, but I saw an access pad on the way inside and assumed it locked automatically when the door closed behind us.

“I’m going to check it out,” Damon says quietly. He stands and dresses again, checking the living room windows before heading outside.

“It’s not Max,” says Gunnar in reply to my question, his body stiff with alarm. “Can’t scent him.”

Damon returns after a few minutes, looking confused but not all that alarmed.

“There wasn’t anything,” he still looking alarmed. “I will check the outside. Keep an eye on her, Gunnar. Make sure she doesn’t run away.”

“Excuse me?” I say indignantly.

Gunnar, sensing my anxiety, pulls me closer and kisses the top of my head. “Hey, it’s all right, Lena. You’re safe here with us. Even if anyonedidmanage to break in, they’ll need to go through me. And do I look measly and small to you?”

He flexes his arms, and I smile as I touch his biceps.

“It could be a little bigger,” I say sarcastically, and he growls as he scoops me off the couch in one swoop.

“It’s time for your bath, little omega,” he mutters, sounding miffed that I didn’t play along, and I smile to myself.

Gunnar carries me to the main bathroom just off the living room, where a beautiful clawfoot tub sits in the middle. He turns the taps on full, adds some bubble bath, and fills the tub about three-quarters of the way. After checking to make sure the temperature is just right, he removes the bandages from my sprained ankle and then lifts me into the bath.

Even though I plan to leave eventually, I need to get clean.

I moan as I sink into the water, the heat and bubbles easing the aches in my muscles.

“Mhm,” I sigh, closing my eyes and tipping my head to rest it on the back of the tub. Gunnar doesn’t say anything, and when I open my eyes to see if he’s still in the bathroom, I find him watching me with an intense look in those steel-gray eyes. “What?”

I instantly feel self-conscious about the way he’s looking at me.

“You sound so fucking sexy when you moan,” he says, and I feel my face heat from his praise. Gunnar grabs a loofah, dips it in the water, and begins to wash me. I relax further into the water as he swipes the loofah over me in long, slow strokes around each breast. “Such beautiful tits.”

I close my eyes, relaxing back against the tub.

But suddenly, I feel something long and hot being pressed in the middle of my chest.

“What the…?” I open my eyes in alarm, seeing Gunnar’s cock placed right between my boobs.

“Squeeze your tits around me, babe,” he says huskily. I’m shocked to see that he’s now standing in the water, completely naked, with me. He rubs my shoulders with the loofah as I press a palm against my breasts, squeezing tight around his heavy cock.

Squeezing harder, I watch as his pre-cum slides down my chest, disappearing into the water.

“Do you like it like this?” I ask him.

“Enough,” he says, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment when he pulls himself away and steps out of the tub.

Did I mess it up for him in some way?I’m confused, but I don’t want to show it as he aggressively reaches between my legs in the water, spreading them apart.

His feral alpha side is taking over as he rubs my pussy with the loofah with fast, hard strokes. His breathing is heavy, and I’m getting a little worried.

“Why are you quiet?” I ask him in a squeaky voice as he drops the loofah and inserts two fingers into my pussy. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“You’re not leaving me. You’remyomega. Our omega,” he says, pushing his fingers deep inside of me to prove a point.

“Oh, moons,” I moan, my head falling back against his muscular arms as he penetrates me deeper and deeper.

“Say you won’t leave me,” he growls, and my heart beats faster when I hear the possessiveness in his tone.

“I won’t,” I gasp, and he kisses my neck deeply as he withdraws his fingers from my aching hole. I have no idea why I’m promising him this when I vowed never to be with another pack. “I’ll at least give it a few days. To give you a chance.”

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