Page 74 of Bound By Song (Evie Quad Omegaverse #1)

EVIANA

T here’s no mistaking it anymore.

The air feels too thick, like honey poured slow and warm over my skin, and every breath I take tastes like them – like citrus smoke and leather and spice. My omega claws at me from the inside, pacing, restless, wild with need. And I don’t want to fight her.

I can’t.

Not when my body is this flushed and tight, trembling with a hunger so deep I can barely keep my legs beneath me.

I’d woken curled in the nest, slick coating my thighs, my scent so thick it choked me.

I remember moaning, hips grinding against the sheets, a name falling from my lips before I even opened my eyes.

Blaise.

He was already there, sitting at the edge of the bed, tense and watching me like I might bolt. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. All I could do was reach for him, whimpering like I’d been starved. And now?—

Now he’s hovering by the door, arms crossed tight over his chest like he’s trying to hold himself back. His eyes are blown wide, jaw clenched, chest rising with every ragged breath.

“Evie,” he rasps. “You need to tell me now if this is what you want. Because once I touch you again, I won’t stop unless you tell me to.”

I don’t even hesitate. “I need you.” My voice is wrecked with want. “Now, Blaise. Please.”

He groans, low and primal, and the sound goes straight between my legs. My heart nearly gives out with how wet I am, how empty I feel.

In a blink, he’s on me, mouth hot and desperate against mine, kissing me like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. His hands are everywhere – cupping my jaw, sliding into my hair, gripping my hips like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

But I don’t want space. I want more.

“I need to feel you,” I whisper against his mouth, rocking my hips forward. “Touch me. Please, Alpha. I can’t— I can’t think.”

His breath shudders out, and then he’s lifting me, carrying me back into the nest like I weigh nothing. He lays me down carefully, reverently, but the moment I’m flat, I grab at him – his shirt, his belt, anything to get him naked and on top of me.

“You’re insatiable,” he groans, helping me tug his clothes off. “Look at you, little omega. So wet for me already.”

“More,” I whimper. “Need more. Please.”

He pushes my thighs apart, eyes locked on my slick-soaked folds. His mouth goes slack with hunger. “Fuck, baby. You’re dripping.”

“Yours,” I pant. “Please, alpha – need you to make it better.”

He leans in close, voice hot against my ear. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Evie. Gonna have you moaning my name, begging for my knot.”

And then his mouth is on me.

His tongue slides through my folds like he’s starving for me, groaning deep in his chest like I’m the only thing that’s ever tasted good. He licks and sucks with slow, devastating intent, dragging the flat of his tongue over my clit before circling it in tight, teasing patterns.

“Oh— Fuck,” I gasp, hands flying to his hair, threading into the messy strands and tugging hard when he sucks just right.

“That’s it,” Blaise murmurs against me. “Let me hear you, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. I want to feel every bit of it.”

I cry out as he does it again, pressure perfect, tongue relentless. My thighs shake, threatening to clamp around his head, but he grabs my hips and holds me still like I weigh nothing. I’m trembling, slick coating the insides of my thighs, the sheets, his chin.

He laps it up like he’s addicted.

“Taste so good,” he growls, voice wrecked. “Like you were made for me.”

My omega preens at the praise, scenting the air thick and heady. I moan and grind my hips against his mouth, greedy for every flick and suck.

“Touch me,” I whisper, then louder. “Touch me, Blaise.”

He groans, hand slipping between my thighs, spreading me open. His thumb circles my clit and I buck into his touch with a desperate sob.

“Need more,” I pant, desperate. “Need something inside me. Please, Blaise, I need?—”

He doesn’t make me wait. One thick finger slides into me slowly, stretching me open inch by inch.

“That’s it, omega. Take what you need. You don’t have to be shy with me.”

Then he presses two fingers into me, slow and deliberate, and I clench around them, needy and hot and trembling.

I toss my head back, moaning like I’ve lost all sense of control. Maybe I have. It’s like something’s cracked open inside me, letting all the craving and longing pour out at once.

He curls his fingers and hits something inside me that makes me see stars.

“Oh god— There, yes, Blaise, please?—”

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hisses, and the way he sounds – half in awe, half undone – makes heat crash through me like a wave.

I arch off the nest, chasing the pressure as he adds another finger, curling them just right, dragging against that perfect spot.

“That’s it, love,” he whispers. “Let me work you open. Want you ready for my cock. Gonna fill you so good, stretch you ‘til you can’t take anything else.”

“Please,” I beg again, writhing under him. “Please, I need it. I need you now?—”

He leans up, mouth shiny with my slick, eyes molten. “So fucking polite. But not yet. You’re going to come on my fingers first. You’re going to fall apart for me like the perfect little omega you are, and then I’ll fuck you full. Promise.”

He thrusts deeper, faster, curling his fingers with each stroke until I’m crying out, grabbing the sheets, legs trembling uncontrollably.

“Blaise— Blaise, I’m?—”

“Come for me,” he demands. “Right now, Evie. Soak my fucking hand.”

And I do.

With a sharp gasp and a keening cry, I break apart, hips jerking wildly, slick flooding around his fingers as the orgasm hits me like lightning.

I’m vaguely aware of Blaise moaning, praising me, stroking me through it – but I can’t focus.

Everything inside me is melting, desperate for the next wave.

I blink at him, dazed.

And then I reach for him.

“Now,” I whisper hoarsely. “Please, Alpha. I need your cock.”

His mouth finds my nipple and he sucks hard, tongue teasing the sensitive peak as he thrusts his fingers deeper, his palm grinding against my clit.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmurs against my skin. “So tight, so fucking perfect. I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock. You want that, don’t you? You want me to stretch this sweet little cunt open and make it mine?”

“Yes!” I cry. “I want it— I want your cock, I want your knot— I want all of you!”

He bites down gently on my breast, just enough to make me gasp, then kisses the spot reverently. “You’re mine,” he whispers. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I breathe. “Yours, Blaise. Just…please. More?—”

He removes his fingers slowly, sucking them into his mouth with a deep groan. “You taste like you were made to be devoured,” he says, eyes heavy-lidded and dark with lust. “But I want you to come again first. I want to feel you fall apart so fully that you’re wrecked.”

He slides down between my legs again, hooking them over his shoulders as he settles in, and then – god.

His tongue flicks against my clit, fast and relentless, and I scream, grabbing at his hair, holding him there. He moans into me like he’s starving, like my slick is the only thing he’s ever wanted.

“Blaise,” I cry. “I’m— Oh fuck, I’m?—”

“Come for me,” he orders roughly. “Be a good girl and give it to me. Let me feel it, honeybee. Flood my fucking face.”

It hits me like lightning – my whole body locking up, shattering around him as I ride the wave of my orgasm.

I shake, thighs clamped around his head, mouth open in a silent cry.

And he doesn’t stop. He licks me through it, groaning like he’s the one coming, like the taste of me is enough to undo him completely.

When the tremors finally subside, I collapse back onto the mattress, dazed and panting.

“Fuck,” I whisper, too wrecked to think, let alone move.

Blaise kisses his way up my body, pausing to nibble the curve of my waist, the swell of my breast, the soft underside of my jaw. When he reaches my mouth, he kisses me slow and deep and filthy, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

“Ready for more?” he murmurs, cock heavy and hard against my thigh.

I nod, already trembling again. Am I? Can I breathe? Can I handle more?

Yes! My omega screams like three orgasms is just a warm up round.

“Yes. Give it to me. I need your knot, Blaise. Please, fuck me.” I swear that’s not even me speaking. My omega has taken over.

His growl is pure, unfiltered need. “Fucking hell, omega. You want it that bad? You want me to fill you up and lock us together?”

“Yes! Knot! Want to feel it. Want to be yours.”

His eyes flash. “You already are.”

The words crash over me, hot and final and right. My whole body pulses in response, slick and shivery, my omega surging to the surface like she’s been unleashed.

“Show me,” I whisper. “Claim me, Blaise.”

He growls – a sound so deep and primal it vibrates through my chest – and shifts, spreading my thighs wider with his hands. His cock drags through my folds, thick and hot and aching, and I swear I can feel my body reach for him.

“Look at you,” he rasps, positioning himself at my entrance. “You’re trembling. So ready for me. For this.”

I nod, breathless. “I need it. Please – don’t make me wait anymore.”

His forehead drops to mine, and for a beat, we just breathe. His scent wraps around me – thick and dizzying. It fills my lungs. Fills me.

Then he moves.

The head of his cock presses in, stretching me slowly – inch by aching inch – and I gasp, clawing at his shoulders, my body lighting up from the inside out. He’s too much, and still not enough. I need all of him.

“Blaise,” I cry, back arching.

His lips brush mine, tender even now.

“You’re about to get everything you asked for, sweetheart.”

“Please,” I gasp, writhing beneath him. I don’t know what I’m begging for anymore – more touch, more pressure, more of him – but I can’t stop. My body is humming with need, too slick, too sensitive, too ready. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Nothing even close.

He drags his nose along my jaw, inhaling deeply. “You smell like fucking heaven,” he growls, voice low and rough. “Sweet and ripe and desperate for me. For my knot. Is that what you want, omega?”

I nod frantically, my fingers fisting in the sheets. “Yes – yes, Blaise, I need it – I need you.”

He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through my bones. “Look at you. So pretty like this. So messy and open and wet for me. You’ve never begged before, have you?”

“No,” I pant, shameless now. “But I’ll beg for you.”

That earns me a sharp thrust of his hips against mine – just enough to make me whimper, not enough to satisfy. The head of his cock slides through my slick, coating him, teasing me, making me cry out at the overwhelming need.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re soaked, Evie. So ready for me. You were made for this – made for me.”

I don’t correct him. Can’t. My omega is purring so loudly inside me I can barely hear my own thoughts. All I know is that this – this ache, this fire – is only eased when he’s touching me. Only soothed when he’s inside me.

His mouth crashes to mine with a desperation that mirrors my own, the taste of myself still slick on his lips. It only spurs me on. I kiss him back wildly, hungrily, nipping and sucking, trying to crawl into him – like if I can just get close enough, the ache inside me might finally settle.

Blaise groans against my mouth as I tug at his shirt. “Off. Take it off. I need to feel you.”

“Bossy little omega,” he murmurs, eyes flashing. “Should’ve known you’d be demanding.”

“You love it,” I shoot back, nails digging into his back as he pulls away just long enough to strip down, every inch of muscle revealed making my mouth water.

“Yeah,” he breathes, kneeling between my legs. “I fucking love it. And I fucking love you too.”

His hands settle on my hips, dragging me down the nest toward him with a growl so low and dangerous it makes my thighs part instinctively. I whimper when his cock brushes against me – thick, hard, hot.

“You want this?” he rasps. “Say it.”

“Blaise—”

“No,” he growls, teeth gritted as he lines himself up and presses just barely against me. “Tell me.”

“I want it,” I cry, nearly sobbing with need. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please.”

That’s all it takes.

The head of his cock presses in, stretching me slowly – inch by aching inch – and I gasp, clawing at his shoulders, my body lighting up from the inside out. He’s too much, and still not enough. I need all of him.

“Fuck, you feel that?” he groans. “Your cunt’s sucking me in like you’ve been waiting for this your whole life.”

I can’t even form words. I nod desperately, hips rocking up to meet him, trying to take more.

He thrusts deeper, fully sheathing himself, and I cry out at the sensation – overwhelmed and filled in a way I never knew I needed.

Blaise leans in to kiss me, slow and deep, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, grinding in little circles that make me whimper. His hand slips between us, thumb finding my clit.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Take it all. You’re doing so good, omega. So tight. So fucking perfect for me.”

His praise makes my skin burn in the best way, my slick only growing wetter around him. He thrusts again, harder now, and I moan, clutching at his back.

The fullness is overwhelming. My omega keens in bliss.

“God – tight little cunt,” Blaise grunts, rocking into me slowly. “Gripping me like you were made for this. Made for me.”

Every stroke hits that perfect, sensitive spot inside, and I moan helplessly, my nails clawing at his shoulders.

“More,” I pant. “Harder – please, Blaise, I need it harder.”

“Anything for you, baby,” he growls, snapping his hips with more force now, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the nest. “You feel that? That’s me claiming you. My omega.”

“Yes!” I cry, body arching to meet him. “Yours, I’m yours, fuck— Don’t stop?—”

He doesn’t. He fucks me harder, deeper, each stroke knocking the breath from my lungs. My slick is everywhere, soaking his thighs, the sheets, the nest. I’ve never felt like this – so out of control, so fucking alive.

“Look at you,” Blaise groans. “So fucking pretty when you fall apart. So wet for me. You going to come again? Want you to come all over my cock.”

“Blaise— Oh god?—”

“Say it. Say you want my knot.”

My whole body tightens.

“Yes— Fuck— Please,” I sob. “I want it. I want your knot, Alpha. Please, please, give it to me.”

“Good girl. I’m not going to last,” he growls into my neck. “Not when you’re gripping me like this. Not when you’re already this close.”

“Please,” I pant. “I want your knot. I want you to fill me up.”

“You’re getting everything you asked for, sweetheart,” he promises, voice a ragged whisper. “Everything. If you come on my cock I’ll knot you and fill you and breed you like a good little omega. You want that?”