Page 87 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

My lips part, breaths coming in short gasps as his fingers work their magic on my pussy until it squelches with slick.

“Sorry about the sound,” I whisper, my face flushed, looking away from the mirror.

“I love it. Look into the mirror,” he commands, pushing my underwear to the side for a better view. “Look how beautiful you are when you’re aroused for me. All that slick sliding down your legs.”

I can’t tear my eyes away from our reflection—my flushed cheeks, parted lips, and how my body arches into his touch. Damon’s fingers glide through my folds, circling my entrance before sliding up to tease my clit.

“Oh god,” I gasp as he drags his finger back down to push into me.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he murmurs against my ear, his free hand cupping my breast through my nightgown. “I love how responsive you are, how your body knows exactly who it belongs to.”

My legs tremble as he adds another finger inside me, thrusting in and out until I’m moaning in his arms.

He circles my clit with deliberate strokes.

“Damon,” I whimper, my hips rocking against his hand.

“Ah, Lena,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “I want you to watch what I do to you. I want you to see how perfect you look when you’re desperate for my cock.”

His crude words send another flood of wetness between my thighs, and Damon groans appreciatively when he feels it coat his fingers.

“Such a good, needy omega,” he praises, withdrawing his hand. I whimper at the loss, but then I feel him lifting my nightgown, bunching it around my waist. “Hands on the counter. Keep watching.”

I obey instantly, placing my palms flat on the cool marble as I lean forward slightly.

In the mirror, I see Damon behind me, his eyes predatory as he shoves his pajama pants down his hips. His cock springs free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, stroking himself slowly as I watch.

“Yes,” I breathe, unable to look away from his thick cock. “Please, I need you inside me.”

He positions himself behind me, the blunt head of his cock teasing my entrance. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You,” I gasp. “All yours.”

With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me, and I cry out at the delicious stretch. Our eyes lock in the mirror as he begins to move, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force.

“That’s right,” he growls, his pace steady and deep. “Mine to fuck, mine to breed, mine to protect.”

Each thrust pushes me forward as I feel him stretching me.

“Oh!”

“Touch yourself,” Damon commands, his voice a thick growl. “I want to see you pleasure yourself while I’m inside you.”

My breath catches in my throat as I meet his intense gaze in the mirror. His eyes are almost black with desire, pupils dark as he continues to thrust into me with measured strokes.

“But I’m shaking so much,” I whimper.

“Do it,” he urges, slowing his pace slightly. “Show me how you like to be touched.”

With trembling fingers, I reach between my legs, finding my swollen clit. The first touch makes me gasp, my inner walls clenching around Damon’s thick length. His answering groan vibrates through me.

“That feels so fucking good,” I moan as I circle my sensitive, swollen clit.

“Good librarians, don’t swear,” he growls, his hands tightening on my hips as he thrusts into me faster in a punishing rhythm. He pulls my hair back, so I’m looking into the mirror again. “You are going to watch me take you, omega.”

The dual sensations—my fingers on my clit and Damon’s cock stretching me open—are overwhelming. My legs quiver, threatening to give out beneath me as the pleasure increases in my core.

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