Page 66 of Bound By Song (Evie Quad Omegaverse #1)
He speeds up slightly, dragging his tongue lower, then up again, dipping inside me before flattening over my clit. I whimper, hips lifting, and his arms wrap around my thighs, holding me steady as he pushes me closer to the edge.
When I come, it’s sudden – shattering . A full-body, mind-wiping release that makes me cry out his name, trembling as he licks me through it, groaning like he’s the one falling apart.
I’m panting when he finally eases off, his face flushed, lips wet. He crawls up over me slowly, kissing a path up my body, leaving heat in his wake.
“You taste like a fucking dream,” he whispers against my throat.
“I want to taste you ,” I whisper, my voice rough and bold from whatever he’s just awakened in me.
He freezes. Pulls back slightly. “Evie…”
“I did it with Blaise,” I admit softly. “I wanted to. And I want to with you too. Please.”
His jaw clenches. Not in anger – in restraint, I think.
“You’re killing me,” he mutters, then rolls off me, settling back against the pillows and reaching for me with one hand. “Come here, then. Let me see your eyes while you do it.”
I slide down between his legs, my body still thrumming with pleasure. His cock is already hard, flushed and slick at the tip. I wrap my hand around him gently, and his breath hisses through his teeth.
“Fuck, baby…” he groans, eyes locked to mine. “That’s it. Just like that.”
I lean down and take him into my mouth, slowly, savouring the weight of him on my tongue. His hands flex at his sides, muscles jumping in his thighs as I swirl my tongue and hollow my cheeks.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he rasps. “Taking me so well. Look at you, sweetheart. Oh, fuck.”
Just like with Blaise, his praise hits something inside me – something raw and soft – and I moan around him, which makes him curse again and grip the pillow behind his head like he’s barely holding on.
I build a rhythm, using both hands and mouth, letting myself be guided by the way he gasps and groans, the way his hips twitch under my touch.
“Evie—” he chokes out. “If you keep going, I’m not gonna last.”
I pull back, licking gently along the underside of his shaft. “Then don’t.”
He lets out a strangled laugh as I take him deeper, right to the back of my throat, and then he shatters , groaning deep as he spills onto my tongue, hand fisting in the sheets, every muscle in his body going taut before relaxing beneath me.
When he opens his eyes again, they’re soft and dark with something deeper than lust.
He pulls me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest like I’m breakable.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he whispers against my hair. “And you’re mine, Eviana. Mine .”
He’s still panting when I press soft kisses to his chest, tasting the salt of his skin, the faint trace of sweat. Xar’s hand slides into my hair, gently guiding me up to meet his mouth again. This time, his kiss is slower. Messy. Open. Worshipful.
He rolls us gently so I’m beneath him, and the way he looks at me makes my breath catch.
“Still okay?” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want this. I want you . I’m ready and I want my first time to be before my heat. Before I lose myself to the haze. Please, alpha.”
Something shifts in his expression – tenderness laced with hunger. “I need you to tell me if anything hurts. If you need to stop, we stop. No questions. No shame. Understood?”
I nod. “I trust you.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time, and I feel it in my toes. I feel it everywhere .
His hands glide over my body, mapping every curve with aching reverence.
He touches me like I’m something holy – his mouth following the path of his fingers, lips brushing my throat, my breasts, my ribs.
He lingers over the swell of my hips, the inside of my thighs, until I’m trembling again, my scent spiralling in the air.
“You’re so wet,” he groans, fingers slipping between my legs. “So ready.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling gently as he teases me open with slow, careful strokes. I arch against him, moaning, and his eyes darken.
“I want to be inside you, Evie. I want you to feel me. Every inch.”
“Please,” I whisper. “I need you.”
Xar lines himself up, the tip of his cock nudging at my entrance, and pauses. He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Breathe with me, baby,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
He pushes in slowly, carefully, giving me time to stretch around him. The burn is sharp at first – but thankfully brief. And then all I feel is full .
Anchored.
Claimed.
Whole.
I gasp, nails digging into his arms, and he stills, watching me closely.
“You okay?”
I nod. “More than okay. Don’t stop.”
He starts to move – painstakingly slow but deep thrusts that leave me gasping, my body clinging to him with every roll of his hips. He’s so big, so present , and I can feel every inch of him, every brush against that place inside me that makes my toes curl.
His mouth is everywhere – my neck, my collarbone, my lips. He murmurs things against my skin that make my head spin.
“You feel like heaven.”
“You were made for me.”
“My omega.”
“Mine.”
The way he says it – like a prayer, like a promise – makes something inside me snap. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans, burying himself fully inside me.
“You’re close,” he pants. “I can feel it.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, Xar— Don’t stop .”
He doesn’t.
He fucks me through it, hand slipping between us to circle my clit, and I come with a cry, shaking under him, my body locking around his.
He follows with a growl, spilling inside me, his knot swelling against my entrance as he groans my name like it’s a vow. He doesn’t push forward, doesn’t knot me despite being able to, and I don’t know if I’m grateful or disappointed for a flash, but then I relax and everything is perfect.
When we finally still, breathless and tangled together, his hand comes up to cradle my face.
“You’re everything, Evie,” he whispers, brushing his lips over mine. “Everything. I love you.”
And for the first time in my life, I believe it.
We stay like that for a long time.
Our bodies pressed together, tangled in sweat-damp sheets and the faint flicker of candlelight. It’s grounding. Intimate. Like we were made to fit this way.
I can feel his heartbeat against mine, steady and strong, the thrum of it echoing in the silence between us.
He brushes his fingers through my hair, the gesture gentle. Thoughtful.
“You okay?” he murmurs, voice roughened with emotion.
I nod, turning my face into his neck. “Better than okay.”
“Was it…what you expected?” There’s hesitation in his tone, as though he’s worried he’s hurt me, or moved too fast. “I didn’t want to?—”
“You didn’t,” I cut in softly, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
His eyes darken again, but this time it’s not lust. It’s something deeper. Softer. The kind of look that strips your defences and replaces them with something warmer. Something permanent.
“I’ve always seen you, Evie,” he says, his voice low and sure. “But I didn’t want to scare you. I’m so glad we chose to do this outside of your heat.”
He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, then another to the tip of my nose. “You’ve undone me completely. I don’t even recognise the version of myself that I was before we were sent here.”
My throat tightens. “I’m glad I’m yours.”
He holds me closer, his scent curling around me again and I melt into it, safe and sated.
Eventually I shiver and squirm, a little uncomfortable, and he carefully withdraws, murmuring apologies and praise with every small movement. I wince a little, but he’s quick to check on me, quick to clean me up, quick to wrap me in his arms again.
We lie together in the soft glow of the nest, tangled and warm, and I feel something fragile and beautiful bloom between us.
Trust. Acceptance. Love.
I press a kiss to his chest and smile when he sighs, content.
“I could stay here forever,” I murmur.
“You might have to,” he says with a grin. “Because I’m never letting you go.”
And as sleep starts to pull me under, I think I wouldn’t want to go anywhere else.