Page 66 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

The food is delicious, featuring chicken alfredo and several fancy dishes whose names I don’t know, but they taste scrumptious.

Once I finish eating, Gunnar orders dessert. “Could you please bring a Vanilla Bean Crème Brûlée for the lovely lady?”

“Of course, sir,” the waiter replies, nodding as he hurries off.

“Aren’t you going to order something for yourself, too?” I ask in surprise, and he shakes his head.

“No, babe, I already know what I want for dessert,” he says with a devilish grin.

I feel his hand on my leg under the table, caressing my thigh, and my skin prickles with pleasure as that familiar tingle grows in my belly. He growls softly.

“Not here, Gunnar,” I whisper.

“I can smell your slick, baby. You’re an eager thing, aren’t you?” His hand begins to creep higher up my thigh, pushing the fabric of my dress up and exposing my skin.

Max and Damon glance at Gunnar and then at me, a knowing smile on their faces. I press my lips together, trying to act normal and remain silent. The restaurant has too many people, and I don’t want to embarrass myself by moaning.

Gunnar cups my mound between my legs, stroking it slowly. Slick begins to drip down my inner thighs as I struggle to keep my legs closed, but Damon grips my knee tighter, holding me open.

“Do you still have that pretty plug that Max put in your ass this morning?” Gunnar whispers in my ear, slipping a finger between my folds and over my clit.

He twirls his finger around my sensitive nub of flesh. My face heats with embarrassment at his question, and I’m sure I’m bright red.

“How do you know about that?” I gasp, trying to speak without moaning.

“He told us all. Max never keeps anything to himself,” chuckles Gunnar. “But it’s not time to take it out yet. Your tight ass needs time to stretch.”

The waiter brings my dessert, and I blush, hoping he doesn’t notice me squirming, as he sets it before me. “For you, beautiful lady.”

“Thank you,” I say breathlessly, trying not to focus on Gunnar’s fingers playing with my pussy under the table while Damon holds my other thigh apart for him.

As I pick up the fork, I attempt to mask my arousal by taking bites of the sweet dessert.

Gunnar’s hand rests on my inner thigh while I eat. He’s alternating between long, slow sweeps and light caresses. He teases my entrance, brushing his fingers softly along my labia, up my slit, and across my clit.

I shovel food into my mouth, hoping it will stop me from making noise. His touch electrifies me, and when he suddenly pushes a finger inside my tight channel, I let out a soft squeak of surprise through my mouthful of dessert.

“Oh!”

He grins at me, a feral gleam in his eyes. His finger begins to move, dragging across the soft, spongy tissue of my G-spot and back out again. I can feel my orgasm building slowly, in sync with the unhurried movements of his hand.

Clamping my legs together doesn’t help; it only heightens the sensation, and Damon isn’t releasing my thigh. The more I struggle, the deeper Gunnar’s finger pushes into my pussy.

I notice Damon’s cock poking against his black slacks.

I try to focus on the dessert in front of me, determined to enjoy it while Gunnar wrings pleasure from my body. The last bite of my crème brûlée is so good that I inadvertently let out a little moan of delight, causing all three of them to stiffen in their seats. Gunnar’s hand stops moving, and I notice the bulge in the front of his suit pants.

“You’re hard,” I say, smiling at his frustration. All three alphas are scowling at me now.

“You won’t be laughing for long,” Damon warns playfully as he hands his credit card to the waiter to settle the bill.

Once outside, the valet brings the car around, and Max helps me inside again. Instead of turning in the direction that will take us home, Damon eases onto the road and heads toward another part of the city.

“Where are we going?” I ask as my pussy clenches with need. Gunnar hadn’t finished the job, and I need release—especially now that the anal plug is still teasing at my ass.

Damon winks at me in the rearview mirror. “You’ll see.”

We drive for about ten minutes before pulling up to what looks like a hotel twinkling under the night sky. I gasp when Damon helps me out of the car.

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