Page 68 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

Lena lets out a sigh of relief, and I turn my head away, trying to hide the disappointment that weighs heavily on my heart and soul. I only want Lena to be happy, and if it means putting my own selfish needs aside for now, then that’s what I’ll do.

“Let’s put on some different music,” Max suggests as he returns to the main room. The music shifts to soft jazz, and I extend my hand to Lena.

She looks at it quizzically, confused by my gesture.

“Dance with me,” I say quietly.

“You’re not mad at me?” she asks, her voice small.

“There’s no reason to be mad, beautiful,” I reply, and she smiles as I take her hand in mine. I pull her into my chest and gently sway to the music.

She’s so small, her head tucked perfectly under my chin as I hold her close. I love the feeling of her body against mine. Her soft warmth pressing against my rough edges makes me feel whole, like I’ve finally found the puzzle piece I didn’t know I was missing.

Despite my hurt feelings, I want her to know there’s no pressure.

I want her to relax and ease her mind. The more we dance, the more I can see that it’s working. Lena is giving in and allowing herself to enjoy the moment, closing her eyes and getting lost in the music and the sway of our bodies.

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Lena

I half-expectedthe alphas to get angry with me, but this is much worse without knowing what’s going on in Damon’s mind.

Yet, for some reason, I still feel safe with him.

Damon is solid against me, warm and stable, and the feeling is comforting. We dance for a while, letting the music transport us to a place that’s just the two of us, and I sway against him.

I must be swaying a little too much because suddenly, I feel like I’m falling backward. I open my eyes, stumbling slightly as I regain my footing. Suddenly, breathless and a bit dizzy, I place a hand on Damon’s chest to steady myself as I try to catch my breath.

He grips my shoulders to hold me still.

“Lena?” Damon says in a panicked voice, his eyes roving frantically over my body. “Are you all right? What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m okay, just a little lightheaded, that’s all,” I reply, resting my hand on his chest for support. “I’m just feeling a bit tired because of the pregnancy.”

“Okay, maybe you should lie down for a while,” he suggests, his body relaxing as he breathes a sigh of relief and leads me to the bed.

I sit, and he helps me take off my shoes and dress. Then he picks me up gently and places me in the middle of the bed before undressing. He lies down on my right side, kissing my forehead softly and rubbing soothing circles on my stomach.

All the alphas get naked and join us, Max on my left side and Gunnar at the bottom of the bed near my feet.

The three alphas begin to kiss and caress me slowly, taking their time to worship every inch of my skin with their mouths and hands. Their gentle touches arouse me, and soon enough, I’m writhing beneath them, desperate for more than the soft caresses they’re giving.

I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the ache forming between them. The plug is still deeply embedded in my ass.

“What’s wrong?” Gunnar teases, kissing his way up from my right calf to my thigh, then repeating his actions on the left. His teeth graze my skin ever so slightly, and I shudder at the sensation. It feels so good. “What’s got you so worked up, baby? I can smell your slick.”

“Can you take the plug out?” I whine, knowing he understands what I’ve been craving all day.

He chuckles darkly, slipping my panties down my legs and off before flipping me onto my stomach. He pulls my hips up until I’m kneeling on the bed, my face pressed into the duvet.

“Hmm, what do we have here?” he murmurs, pulling my ass cheeks apart. I feel my face heat with embarrassment, knowing that he can see the plug snugly seated inside me. The unfamiliar weight of it has kept me horny all day, but now that he’s looking directly at it, I can’t help but feel shy.

Damon and Max are kissing my neck while Gunnar twirls the plug inside me.

“Pink is definitely your color, baby,” he says, grabbing the base. “But now it’s time for something else to fill you up.”

He starts to pull slowly, dragging the plug out of me inch by torturous inch, and I gasp, my pussy fluttering at the sensation.

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