Page 62 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

Just because someone tells me to trust them doesn’t mean I should. I stay quiet since I know they’re sleepy now, and if I want to go through with my plan to leave them, it’s better not to protest.

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I wakeup slowly the next morning, finding Max asleep beside me, but Damon is nowhere to be seen.

A dull throb in my ankle makes me hiss in pain as I sit up, prodding it gently to see exactly where it hurts. My ankle felt fine yesterday morning, but I wonder if the unusual angle of Damon’s and Max’s lovemaking last night somehow made it worse.

Gunnar peeks around the door and smiles when he sees I’m awake.

“Good morning, baby,” he says quietly, not to wake Max. “How was your sleep after all the screaming I heard last night?”

My face reddens as I hide behind a pillow. “I slept well. Did you get any sleep?”

“I did for a little bit,” he replies, leaning down to kiss me.

Instinctively, I pull back, not wanting him to kiss me. I notice the confusion on Gunnar’s face and immediately feel bad.

“You can’t kiss me with morning breath,” I joke softly, shuffling off the bed. “Only after I’ve showered.”

I’m still too scared to be kissed by anyone in the pack. Kissing is serious, and if I’m not careful, it could lead to marking, which I cannot afford to do.

“Hmm,” Gunnar growls, looking at me. But then, realization crosses his face when he remembers my past. “I understand, Lena. How about I make some breakfast while you get ready?”

“Sounds good,” I chirp, and he smiles at me kindly before leaving the room. I suddenly feel more relaxed knowing he understands, and I don’t need to explain.

Once in the bathroom, I turn on the shower and quickly brush my teeth while I wait for the water to heat.

I’ve just stepped into the shower when Max appears at the door, completely nude.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks with a sly smile.

“I don’t mind,” I reply, and he steps in behind me, breathing into my neck as he presses himself against me.

“I brought you something,” he says, one arm behind his back. I raise an eyebrow in interest, wondering what Max could possibly have for me.

“Ooh, what is it?” I ask curiously.

He brings his hand around, opening his palm to reveal a small object resembling a plug. It’s made of stainless steel, with a pretty pink jewel at the base.

My eyes widen, not expecting this at all from him. Usually, Gunnar would play freaky games with me while Max plays it safe.

“Is it okay if I stretch you out a little?” he grunts in my ear, and my face heats with embarrassment at the thought.

“Um, s-sure,” I stutter.

He lets out a pleased chuckle. “First, I’ve got to get you ready.”

Max sets the plug down on the soap rack in the shower, then grabs a loofah and squirts some body wash onto it. He begins to wash me, soaping up my arms, legs, and back.

He spends a lot of time on my breasts, washing them around and around until my nipples are hard and aching.

“Does that feel good?” he chuckles, flicking the tight point of my nipple.

“Yes,” I respond breathily, my pussy clenching. I can feel myself getting wet, and Max must smell it, too.

“You’re ready. Go ahead and bend over for me, beautiful,” he orders. “And spread your ass cheeks for me.”

“Oh my god, are you serious, Max?”

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