Page 28 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“Please,” I gasp between involuntary laughs, “Stop, please.”

But there's no mercy in his eyes, only a predatory delight. His hand chases me, finding the spot again, and this time, I scream with laughter, unable to control my reaction. The dress drops further as I twist away from his touch, exposing one shoulder and the upper curve of my breast.

“Your laugh,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. Gunnar's nostrils flare, drinking in my scent. "It does indeed turn me on. Massively.”

A prominent bulge strains against his jeans, and my eyes widen at how quickly he’s ready to knot me again.

“You look very interested,” Gunnar taunts, following my gaze. His fingers creep higher up my arm, and I shiver, caught between wanting to escape his tickling and being transfixed by his obvious arousal.

“I—no—stop tickling me!” My words come out between gasps of laughter as his fingers find my armpit again.

I try to push him away with my free hand, but it's like trying to move a stone wall. His muscled chest doesn't budge an inch under my palm. Instead, he uses my momentum against me, spinning me around so my back is pressed against his front. One strong arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place while his other hand rolls down my side and onto my thigh.

“Such a ticklish little omega," he murmurs against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my neck. "I wonder where else you're sensitive..."

His fingers dance along my thighs and are now tickling my inner thighs. I'm helpless in his grasp, my struggles only serving to rub my ass against his hard cock.

The dress has slipped to my waist now, my upper body exposed to the cool air. My nipples harden in response—or perhaps in response to the alpha pressed against my ass.

“Please,” I gasp, tears of laughter streaming down my face. “I can’t—breathe?—”

But he doesn’t stop.

“I’m going to tickle you until you squirt all over this floor,” he growls, his fingers once again at my armpit as I buck and kick at the floor, laughing hysterically.

The liquid seeping from my pussy doesn’t stop. I try to clench to regain control, but he doesn’t stop tickling me. His fingers press harder, and I laugh harder.

He suddenly spreads my thighs apart with his knees while holding me on his lap and my pussy suddenly gushes out with slick spraying all over the place.

“Oh fuck yes,” he groans. “Now I need to taste your little wet pussy.”

I’m breathless and panting, my face red from squirting like that from all the tickling. He releases me so he can eat me out, and I take the chance to run.

CHAPTER9

Lena

Iwrench my wrists free with a strength born of adrenaline and make a dash for the storage room door. My fingers fumble with the handle for a heart-stopping second before it gives way, and I burst into the main library space.

The sudden transition from the dim storage room to the brighter library momentarily blinds me. I blink rapidly, my naked body feeling doubly exposed in the open space. My eyes adjust quickly enough to spot Damon and Max lounging in leather armchairs near the central reading area, deep in conversation. They look up at my sudden entrance, their expressions shifting from surprise to amused interest.

“Help! He won’t stop tickling me,” I scream.

Damon’s mouth quirks up at one corner, and Max’s eyebrows rose with interest. Neither moves to intervene as I hear the storage room door slam open behind me. Gunnar's heavy footfalls give me an estimated three seconds before he'll be upon me.

I dart to the right, weaving between tables stacked with research materials.

My bare feet make a little sound on the polished hardwood floor, but my breathing sounds thunderous in my ears. Behind me, Gunnar’s pursuit is unhurried but deliberate—the confident pace of a predator who knows his prey has nowhere to go.

My pussy clenches from my heat, begging me to go back to him and just let him knot me.

This chase is making me even more horny.

“You can run all you want, little omega,” his voice calls out, echoing among the high ceilings and book-lined walls. “But we both know where this ends.”

I risk a glance back as I round a large reference desk. Gunnar stalks after me, his movements fluid and purposeful. His muscled torso gleamed with a light sheen of sweat. The sight sends a treacherous jolt of desire through me.

My eyes dart to Damon and Max again as I pass near their position. Max is openly grinning now while Damon watches with hooded eyes, an amused smile on his lips.

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