Page 63 of Bound By Song (Evie Quad Omegaverse #1)

BLAISE

I ’m elbow-deep in tangled fairy lights when my phone buzzes. Again.

Xar glances over from where he’s wrestling the tree into the corner of the lounge. “You going to get that or are you waiting until it explodes?”

I huff a breath, wiping my hands on my jeans before grabbing the phone off the windowsill. One glance at the screen and my heart skips.

Honey is live.

No. Evie’s live.

Fuck! I can’t believe the little minx has snuck off and gone live right under our noses. Bet she doesn’t know I have my phone set to alert me whenever she does though.

I tap the notification and the stream opens.

The screen glows pink, that familiar Honey logo lit up on the wall behind the mic stand.

She’s not on camera – never is – but the soft lighting spills just far enough to catch the outline of her guitar in her lap, her fingers poised on the strings like she was born to play.

And her voice – fuck . It winds around me like a silk ribbon, tightening with every note. Smoky, aching, laced with something raw that tugs at everything in me.

“Shit,” I breathe, waving the phone toward the others. “You need to see this.”

Dane joins us first, towelling off his hands. Xar comes second, brushing pine needles from his hoodie. I hold the phone out and we watch together – silent, reverent.

Her voice isn’t polished or perfect. It’s raw. Honest. Beautiful in the way only Evie can be. She doesn’t try to impress anyone. She means it. Every damn word.

“For the ones who found me,” she says into the mic, just before the chorus hits. “And made me want to be found.”

And something in my chest breaks clean open.

I hand the phone off – don’t even look back to see who catches it – and head for the stairs.

I don’t even knock.

She doesn’t hear me. Or maybe she does, but she doesn’t turn around. She’s still singing, eyes closed, fingers moving with practiced ease. Her voice trembles just a little on the final note.

I cross the room in a few strides and reach out, cupping her cheek, brushing the backs of my fingers down her jaw.

She blinks, startled, eyes meeting mine.

And I say it.

“I love you.”

Her breath hitches.

“I know I’ve been an absolute arse before we met you,” I continue, voice rough.

“Thinking we didn’t need an omega. That we were fine on our own.

I thought needing someone made us weak. But you.

..you made me see it’s the opposite. You made us stronger, honeybee.

You made me better. And I’m sorry it took me this long to say it. ”

She stares at me, wide-eyed and still and utterly beautiful.

And then a ding sounds from the desk.

I freeze.

My eyes snap to the screen. The comments are blowing up .

“Was that Blaise Virelli?”

“NO WAY THAT’S BLAISE FROM RUIN BOUND???”

“WAIT IS HONEY HIS MATE??”

“How cute is that nickname? Honeybee!”

“I KNEW THAT VOICE OMGGGG.”

“SHE’S HIS OMEGA??? SHE’S THEIR OMEGA???”

I lunge forward and fumble for the mouse, slamming the stream off mid-comment.

“Fuck.”

Evie’s lips part. “Was that…were we?—?”

“Yeah, I’m so fucking sorry, Evie,” I say grimly, dragging a hand through my hair. “You were still live.”

Her hand goes to her mouth. “Oh god.”

“Hey.” I reach for her again, this time carefully taking the guitar away before pulling her up and into my arms. “Don’t panic. It’s done. It’ll be fine. You didn’t say your name. No one knows for sure.”

“But they know ,” she whispers. “They’ll figure it out.”

“We’ll deal with it. Together. I promise.”

She trembles in my arms, so I kiss her. Not to distract. Not to seduce. Just to remind her that she’s not alone in this – not ever again.

She kisses me back. Fierce. Needy.

I back her against the edge of the piano, cupping her jaw as her hands fist in my band hoodie.

“Let me show you,” I murmur between kisses. “What you mean to me.”

She nods, breathless. “Please.”

I drop to my knees, lifting her gently onto the edge of the covered piano keys. Her thighs part without hesitation, scent flooding out – ripe and sweet and so fucking hers .

Mine.

She’s already soaked.

I groan and dive in.

She gasps, fingers tangling in my hair as I lick a long, slow stripe through her slick. She’s not wearing any fucking underwear and I swear, if I’d have known that hours ago, I would have had her for breakfast not five cinnamon rolls.

My hands slide under her thighs, fingers spreading possessively over her hips as I anchor her to the piano. She’s flushed, panting, legs already trembling – and I haven’t even tasted her yet.

I kiss my way up the inside of one thigh, slow and teasing, letting my breath skim over slick skin. Her scent hits me like a punch to the chest – thick and sweet and unmistakably hers.

“Fuck, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “You smell like heaven and heat and everything I’ve ever wanted. You know what this scent does to me?”

She gasps, her hands clutching at my shoulders, already writhing.

“You’ve been dripping for me since I walked in here, haven’t you?” I drag my tongue slowly along the crease of her thigh. “Soaked through for your alpha. So fucking eager.”

“Blaise,” she whimpers, breath hitching. “Please?—”

“Oh, you don’t have to beg, sweetheart,” I croon. “I’m gonna give it to you. Gonna feast on this perfect little pussy until you can’t remember your own name.”

Her whole body arches as I finally, finally drag my tongue through her folds. I groan into her – she’s soaking wet, sweet and slick and already fluttering around nothing.

“Taste so fucking good,” I mutter, tongue circling her clit. “This cunt was made for me. You hear me? Made for my mouth. It’s a fucking travesty that we’ve been together all this time and I’ve only just got a taste of you, but don’t worry, I plan to make up for lost time.”

She cries out, thighs trembling as I flick and suck and roll her clit between my lips. Every time she whimpers, I do it again, mapping out exactly how she likes it. She’s panting now, hips bucking despite her best effort to stay still.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur against her. “Taking everything I give you. So perfect for me. My sweet, slick omega.”

I slip two fingers inside her, slow and deep, curling them just right. She moans, loud and desperate, hips canting forward like she can’t get enough.

“God, look how tight you are,” I growl, watching her fall apart. “Clenching around me like you’re trying to keep me in. You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna soak my fucking hand like a good girl?”

“Yes— Fuck— Yes!” she sobs, fingers fisting in my hair.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I pant. “So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me. Let go, omega. Come on my tongue. Let me have it.”

Her whole body goes taut – and then she shatters .

A full-body quake, thighs clamping around my head, her slick flooding my hand and mouth as she screams my name like a prayer.

I ride it out, not stopping until she’s gasping and twitching, her nails digging into my shoulders like I’m the only solid thing in her world.

I press kisses to her thighs as she comes down, soft and reverent. “You did so good, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

She blinks down at me, dazed and flushed, lips parted and eyes hazy.

And then she surprises me – pulling me up by the front of my shirt and kissing me hard , her taste still on both our lips.

Her hands go to my jeans, unzipping me, freeing me from my boxers. Her fingers curl around me, stroking slow and firm. I grunt as her hand wraps around me, slow and firm.

“Evie,” I rasp, voice gone hoarse. “You don’t?—”

“I want to,” she says, gaze dark. “Let me take care of you, alpha .”

And fuck if I’m ever going to deny her anything again when she calls me alpha like that.

She sinks to her knees in front of me, eyes wide and unblinking, her lips parted and cheeks still flushed from her orgasm. She looks like sin wrapped in innocence – and fuck , if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Honeybee,” I breathe, fingers already tangling in her hair, “you really don’t have to?—”

But her mouth is already on me.

Soft. Hot. Perfect .

“Oh fuck, I take it back. You do. Don’t stop.”

I groan so loud it echoes off the studio walls, my head falling back for a moment before I look down at her again – because how could I not look at her?

Her lips stretch around me slowly, her mouth tentative at first, like she’s learning me with each inch.

It’s careful and clumsy in the most fucking beautiful way.

She pulls back slightly, glancing up like she’s checking my reaction, unsure.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” I growl, cupping the back of her head. “So fucking good for me. That mouth was made for this. For me .”

She swirls her tongue this time when she takes me back in, more confident already, and I have to grit my teeth not to come on the spot.

“That’s it. Fuck, just like that.” My hips twitch up and she lets me, taking more, humming softly like she wants to please me. “You’re such a good girl, honeybee. My perfect omega. Look at you, on your knees for me— Fuck.”

Her eyes never leave mine, even as her mouth slides down again, her tongue flicking under the head of my cock like she’s memorising every inch. It’s not about skill – it’s about intent , and her intent is to ruin me.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So warm, so wet. You're gonna make me lose my mind.” My voice is shaking now, low and desperate. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now? Eyes full of heat, mouth stuffed with me, like you were meant for this.”

She moans softly, and the vibration of it nearly undoes me.

“Holy shit, baby, do that again.” She hums again, smug now, and my knees go weak. “You’re fucking dangerous. My sweet, shy girl turning into a goddess the second she wants to worship her alpha’s cock.”

Her hands settle on my thighs for balance, squeezing just enough to make my muscles twitch. Then she picks up a rhythm, taking me deeper each time, her jaw relaxing, tongue working me with more confidence.

“God, look at you,” I pant. “So pretty with your lips wrapped around me. So eager to please. You’re driving me insane , baby.”

My hand slides down, thumbing her cheek where it bulges around me. “You feel that? That’s me. Fucking in you . You’re taking me so well.”

She pulls off with a gasp, strings of spit still connecting us as she catches her breath, lips slick and swollen, cheeks flushed pink.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she whispers, voice wrecked.

I growl, the sound primal. “You want that, pretty girl? You want to taste how much I love this mouth of yours?”

She nods and leans in again, lips wrapping around me once more, and this time it’s faster – sloppier. Filthy and perfect.

I grip her hair, guiding her, hips barely rocking. “Almost there, baby. You’re gonna make me come. Fuck— Evie— Fuck ?—”

My orgasm slams through me in hot, shuddering pulses, and she doesn’t pull away – she takes it, swallowing around me like she was born to. I can barely breathe, the sight of her kneeling there, flushed and smug and so fucking mine , burning itself into my brain forever.

I collapse back against the piano, chest heaving.

She rests her hands on my thighs, lips still parted like she wants to taste me again.

And all I can do is cup her face and pull her up into a kiss.

“Holy fuck , Evie,” I whisper against her mouth. “You just ruined me.”

Her smile is shy but wicked, and I know I’ll never be the same again.

The door creaks open.

“Lunch is ready,” Xar calls without entering. Absolute fucker knows exactly what he’s interrupting – there’s no way he can’t smell our releases. “Evie needs to eat. Real food, not your dick. Don’t make me come get her.”

I choke on a laugh, breathless, and Evie lets me slip from her mouth with one last teasing lick.

“Saved by the Xar,” I mutter.

She grins, flushed and glowing and utterly radiant. “I am hungry.”

I tuck myself away, helping her to her feet. “Come on, then. Let’s feed you before we get carried away again.”

She kisses me once more, soft and lingering.

And for the first time since we met her, I feel it – we’re not chasing her anymore.

She’s with us now.