The Librarian and Her Alphas: Chapter 6

“Oh,” I gasp as my pussy suddenly clenches while I rub my clit urgently. I can smell the alphas on the other side of this door, and it’s making me even hornier.

I can’t believe how wet I am, and it’s because of them.

But as I rub my clit harder, instead of the spike of pleasure I crave, a stab of pain shoots through my center.

A deep, empty ache resonates within my womb.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’m in heat. When an omega goes into heat, she needs an alpha’s knot to fill the emptiness and relieve her from the mindless pain, which could last up to a week.

I jam a finger inside, trying to ease this burning ache in my core, but all it does is intensify the pain.

Teasing myself has never been a problem before, but with my scent blockers wearing off, all I want is to be rutted and knotted by an alpha.

An image of Damon crosses my mind, and I whine as my pussy clenches around nothing, imagining him ramming his thick shaft inside me and filling me with his big, juicy knot.

A gush of moisture rushes from my pussy, and I attempt to squeeze my legs closed, trying to contain the flood of slick. It’s useless; the whole room is thick with my scent, and I can smell myself. There’s no way the alphas haven’t detected me by now.

Suddenly, I hear grunting on the other side of the door, and I catch my breath in shock.

Were they pleasuring themselves, too?

A thrill snakes down my spine at the sound, and despite the terror of knowing they’ve found me, I can’t help but feel unbearably horny.

I want them. Now.

Their low grunts are affecting me, and I should feel mortified that they heard me masturbating. I wonder if they know what I’m doing here, but I’m sure their keen alpha senses can pick up my scent.

I kick my panties off my feet and crawl closer to the door, determined to hear the sounds they’re making more clearly. I press my head against the door near the crack in the doorframe and take a deep breath. Whoever is standing closest to the door smells delicious, like smoked cedarwood. The scent tugs at my memory, but I’m too aroused to care right now.

Their grunts fill the passageway, and I can hear the rhythmic thumping of them pleasuring themselves.

Knowing they’re on the other side of the door, driven wild by the sound of me and the scent of my arousal, sends me into a frenzy. I squeeze my thighs tightly together, trying to ease the growing ache in my core.

Heat pools in my belly, spreading like fire throughout my entire body.

The feeling is almost unbearable.

If I thought I was aroused before, it’s nothing compared to what I feel now. I know for sure that my scent blockers have worn off completely. I’m in heat, and the one thing that can soothe me is outside this door.

I sit back and spread my legs again, yearning to touch myself again to relieve the throbbing. But the pain only intensifies as my womb clenches, demanding relief in the form of impregnation.

I try to insert two fingers this time, but all I feel is more anguish. I let out a sob of frustration as my body clenches pathetically around my finger.

I’ve never been in heat before, and it’s worse than I can ever imagine.

“Is everything all right, Lena?” Max calls from the other side, concern lacing his voice.

I freeze, biting my lip anxiously. My body is still throbbing with need for them, but I’m afraid of what they’ll do if they see me like this—spread, wet, and ready for the taking.

I don’t know if I can take that risk.

Slowly, I pull my finger from myself. It’s dripping with slick, and I swallow as I watch it drip onto the floor.

“I’m okay!” I reply slowly. “Everything is f- Oh!”

A sharp, stabbing pain lances through me, and I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. I place my hand over my belly, pressing on it to ease the pain.

“Hold on, Lena! We’re coming!”

The door to the storage room bursts open, and suddenly all three alphas are standing in the doorway, their chests heaving and their pants unzipped- cocks out and angry.

I scramble back and away from them, quickly trying to cover myself with my flimsy dress.

“What are you doing?” Damon growls as he stares at me intensely, his eyes flicking over to my exposed pussy.

“Um, nothing,” I squeak.

“You’re an omega,” he accuses, eyes glowing yellow in the dark room.

Fuck.He knows.

“Yes,” I admit, breathing hard as we stare at each other for a few moments. The tension in the room is sexually charged.

Max and Gunnar’s eyes are zoned in on my pussy, and I shift slightly on the floor, my dress falling open and revealing my most intimate parts to them.

The air is thick with tension, and their scent, combined with mine, makes me want to do depraved things with them. I’ve never been so horny, and judging by the looks on their faces, they feel the same way.

“You’re in heat,” grunts out Gunnar.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“You need… our knots?” asks Max hopefully.

“Yes, I really…” I start to say, and before I can finish my sentence, I’m flat on my back on the cold storage room floor.

My dress is gone, shredded, and thrown into the corner of the room, and Max’s head is between my thighs with lightning speed.

“May I?” he asks, his breath coming in gasps and I nod unable to talk from how horny I was feeling.

He licks in one long swipe from my pussy to my ass and I moan with need.

“Oh god,” I gasp.

Damon is naked and kneeling above me, this thick and veiny cock throbbing in front of my face.

“Suck my cock, omega,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me towards him. I nod, eager to have his cock in my mouth. Even though this feels humiliating, allowing our primal wolf instincts to take over feels so right.

Gunnar slides in behind me and spreads my ass cheeks, and I clench up.

“Relax, little omega,” whispers Gunnar, a stranger I met today and now playing with my ass. But now that he knows I’m an omega, it’s like we’ve known each other for years.

Damon’s cock is thick and hard in my mouth, and I moan as Max sucks my clit into his mouth, two fingers sliding into my dripping pussy hole. He pushes up against my G-spot, and my hips buck at the pleasure that spikes through me.

Realistically, I know it’s crazy to fuck a group of strangers, but I can’t stop myself even if I want to.

My omega nature makes me want to please them, but my need to be filled and fucked and rutted is my own, too.

I don’t want them to stop.

The pleasure from Max’s tongue turns into pain, and I pull myself away from Damon;s dick to suck in a gasp of air.

“It hurts,” I whine, grabbing at my stomach. “Make it stop!”

“What hurts, sweetheart?” Max asks, pulling back in alarm. “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere,” I sob, trying to curl into myself as more pain slices through me. Understanding dawns on his face.

“She’s in heat,” Damon barks. “She needs to be knotted. Lena, please answer truthfully. You’re an omega, correct? We need to make sure.”

I nod feverishly. My whole body feels so hot, like I might burst into flames at any moment.

“Yes, but I don’t think it’s my heat,” I cry out, not understanding. I’ve never gone into heat with my old pack and never reacted as viscerally with them as I am now.

“You’re definitely in heat,” says Damon. “We’re going to rut you. You know what happens if you don’t get knotted, right?”

“I’m aware,” I gasp, craving all of them to knot me. “Please.”

Suddenly, Max pushes my thighs open wider and shoves his thick cock inside me. He’s stretching me, filling me to the brim, and it feels so fucking good as he moves inch by inch into me.

“Max will take care of you first, Lena,” murmurs Damon as he watches Max enter me.

I cry out in pleasure when he begins to move, thrusting into me hard and fast. I can feel every inch of him, and he continues to thrust over and over, pounding mercilessly into me.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?” Max asks lowly, rubbing my clit with his free hand. “Are you going to cum all over my fat cock?”

“Yes,” I keen, sucking in a sharp breath as my pussy clenches around him. I can feel my orgasm building, and I know it’s going to be better than anything I could have given myself.

He groans when he feels me tighten around him and then picks up the pace, thrusting into me faster and harder. Gunnar keeps my ass cheeks spread, intensifying my pleasure.

Damon takes the opportunity to put his stiff rod back into my mouth. I choke in surprise, but he grabs my hair again and tilts my face so that he can look me in the eyes while he fucks my mouth.

“There’s a good girl,” he croons. “Take my dick. It’s all for you, my sweet.”

I moan around him, loving the way he’s throbbing in my mouth. His shaft is thick and veiny, and I run my tongue over it, licking the slit in the head and tasting his precum. He groans in pleasure, the grip on my hair tightening.

My eyes water when he hits the back of my throat, but I keep going, wanting to please him.

Gunnar’s finger rubs my asshole gently, and now and then, he slides his finger from my ass to my clit and back again, coating my rosebud with my juices.

“You have such a cute asshole, Lena,” Gunnar murmurs, rubbing my sphincter more firmly. “I can’t wait to fuck it and stretch it with my cock.”

He pushes harder until his finger breaches the tight ring of muscle, and he slips inside, going deeper, making me cry out.

The different sensations from all three alphas pleasuring me become almost too much to bear, and before I know what’s happening, a powerful orgasm surges through me.

I scream my release, my pussy clamping down on Max’s cock and soaking it with my cum.

“Fuck,” Max roars, thrusting into me one final time before he comes, knotting deep inside me.

I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, his hot load coating my insides and soothing the pain of my heat. His cock swells at the base, stretching me wider and wider as his cum spurts into me.

Damon doesn’t stop fucking my mouth, and Gunnar’s finger stays buried in my ass, gently pleasing me as they wait for Max’s knot to subside.

I pull away from Damon to gasp for air, tears streaming down my face.

“This is crazy!” I breathe, unable to stop the shudder that runs through me when Gunnar finally removes his finger. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We don’t even know each other!”

I know I should feel more panicked, but I only feel boneless as the heat raging inside me dies down to a low simmer.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Damon soothes, brushing some hair away from my face. “We’ll take care of you during your entire heat. We’re not going anywhere.”

Thirty minutes later, Max’s knot has eased off enough for him to slip out of me.

But as soon as his knot plops out of my pussy, the tightening sensation within my pussy rises to my belly all over again.

“Oh god,” I groan, clutching my belly, but Gunnar surprises me by flipping me onto my stomach. Some of Max’s cum leaks out of my pussy, and my face reddens.

Gunnar smacks my ass and pulls me onto my knees.

“On all fours, baby,” he rumbles lowly and proceeds to spread my ass cheeks.

“Stop!” I blurt, realizing what’s about to happen. I don’t think I’m ready for him to take me anally.

“You need to be knotted.”

“I know, but please,” I beg. “I don’t know if I can take you in my ass. Not yet.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, rubbing and squeezing my cheeks. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

I shake my head. “No, I’m scared.”

“All right. I’ll take your pussy instead. But soon enough, I’ll knot your ass,” he says, chuckling darkly as he strokes my hair.

Without warning, he shoves himself into my pussy, and I scream, struggling to take his thick girth even after Max has stretched me. He groans as he bottoms out against me. “Fuck, baby. You’re pussy is thirsty for us. It’s like your pussy was made for our pack.”

He pulls out slowly and then pushes back in, setting up a punishing rhythm as he pounds into me.

“Oh God,” I whine, pushing back against him and meeting him thrust for thrust. “It feels so good. Harder!”

Gunnar shoves every inch of his dick into my pussy as I squeeze my walls around him tighter, and he groans with ecstasy.

“She’s so needy. I love it,” Max mutters as he fondles my swinging breasts, which heightens my pleasure. “She’s desperate for Gunnar’s cock.”

Damon grins, stroking his cock while he stares at me. “Aren’t we lucky to have found such an obliging omega? She’s ready to serve her alphas with her sweet cunt.”

“Oh,” I cry out when Gunnar grips my ass cheeks, slamming harder into me until I feel his muscular hairy thighs rubbing against me.

“Make Gunnar cum inside you, sweetheart. Milk his cock dry with that needy pussy of yours,” says Damon.

I feel like I’m on the edge of something explosive, their dirty words only spurring me on. A tingle races down my spine, and when Gunnar sticks his thumb in my ass, I lose control completely.

“Ahhh!” I wail, cumming hard around his dick. My pussy spasms around him, locking him into me, and soon enough, he follows suit, grunting out his ecstasy. I can feel him swell inside me, knotting me and spilling his seed deep inside me.

I slump onto my elbows, exhausted but completely satisfied. My pain has gone, and Gunnar drapes himself over me while knotted to me. The swell of his cock feels so good as I stretch my legs further apart to accommodate his thickness.

I can’t believe I let total strangers fuck me into oblivion.

“That was incredible. You’re pussy…so fucking good,” whispers Gunnar into my ear, making me blush like crazy as my pussy twitches around him uncontrollably.

“It was,” I whisper back, feeling his hot breath on my neck as he spoons me. “But I feel so weird.”

“Why, Lena?”

“We just met.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re an omega, and I’m an alpha,” he says. “If I see you in heat, I go into a rut. That’s all there is to it. And well… if all goes well, you’ll carry our baby.”

“Nope, it isn’t possible,” I say, shaking my head. In all my years with my old pack, they were never able to impregnate me successfully, so I wasn’t worried about that. Zorin deemed me unworthy and useless in his eyes when I never got pregnant.

But I’ve never been in heat with them.

Worry starts to rise within me.

“What makes you say that?” asks Gunnar, pushing himself deeper into me, locking us together even more. “Because I know my cock will make you pregnant.”

“I would like to know too,” says Damon gruffly as he stretches on my other side, stroking his cock and watching as Max squeezes my breasts. The little storage room is dusty and small, so these massive alphas fill every space surrounding me with their scents.

“I never got pregnant with my old pack,” I explain. “That’s all.”

“You had a pack?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say quickly, my heartbeat rising.

“Why did you hide your true nature, Lena? Why go to all the trouble of scent blockers and inhibitors?” asks Damon, not letting it go.

I shrug, trying to decide on the best answer to give.

“I wanted to live a peaceful life without the trouble of alphas,” I say, hoping this explanation will suffice.

“Why? An omega needs a pack,” Max says, frowning. “And I like you already.”

“Besides, how on earth do you think you’ll survive during your heat?” Gunnar asks. “This is a prime example of why we need each other.”

“Yes, but I’m not looking to have a permanent pack right now,” I say, looking away from the three shocked alphas.

I don’t care that they think I’m a weird omega. Why can’t they understand the concept of a good time without getting attached forever as mates?