Page 75 of Bound By Song (Evie Quad Omegaverse #1)

BLAISE

A t my words her pupils blow – the black entirely eclipsing the blue. The keening whine that escapes her throat makes my knot pulse and she clenches around me.

I almost lose it.

But I grit my teeth and hold on, barely.

“Not yet,” I rasp, flipping us so she’s straddling my lap. “You don’t get my knot until you come again, remember?”

She whimpers, bracing her hands on my chest, her hair falling around us like a curtain. The sight of her – sweaty, flushed, lips swollen from kissing, thighs trembling as she rocks her soaked cunt against the base of my cock – is enough to make me black out.

But I stay present for her. For this.

“Ride me,” I tell her, voice wrecked. “Show me how much you want it. How desperate you are for your Alpha.”

She moans, dragging her slick cunt along my shaft, teasing both of us until we’re both shaking. When she sinks down on me, slow and thick and fucking perfect, I groan so loud it vibrates the walls. Her head tips back, a cry ripping from her throat.

“Fuck— Blaise— So full?—”

“Yeah, you are.” I grip her hips, guiding her up and down, her rhythm messy, desperate. “Taking it like such a good girl. So greedy. So wet.”

She keens, burying her face in my neck, her scent drowning everything else. All I can taste, smell, breathe, is her.

She’s losing control. Her movements get more frantic, hips snapping against mine. She’s chasing it.

“Come for me,” I growl. “You want my knot? Then fall apart. Let me feel you break.”

“Please— Please, I’m so close—” she pants, trembling.

I bring my thumb to her clit, circling fast, and that’s it. She throws her head back with a scream, her cunt clenching around me in fluttering waves.

“Yes,” I snarl. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s it?—”

I grip her hips, flip her again – onto her hands and knees this time – and thrust back in from behind with a growl, chasing the heat still pulsing around my cock.

Her moans turn wild, primal, her back arching, hips rising to meet me without hesitation. She doesn’t ask why – I know she feels it too. The shift in instinct. The need. Her hands fist the blankets as I slide back in, and we both groan as I bottom out.

Her scent explodes, a bloom of sweet heat that hits me like a sledgehammer.

“Fuck, omega,” I growl, bracing myself over her. “You’re so fucking tight like this. You were made for this.”

She moans, needy and breathless, grinding her hips back against mine. “Please, Blaise…I need it. Knot me. Breed me – please, Alpha.”

I wrap a hand around her waist, the other splayed between her shoulder blades to hold her steady as I thrust harder, deeper, faster. The slap of skin on skin fills the nest, her cries bouncing off the walls. She’s perfect – open and writhing, flushed and slick and panting for more.

“You’re mine,” I grit out, every word laced with hunger and claim. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she sobs, head dropping forward. “Yours – please – I want it.”

And this time – I do lose it.

My knot swells fast, surging into place with a thick, possessive throb that locks me inside her. She gasps, then cries out, her body arching as it catches, holding me tight. Her cunt spasms around me, milking me, drawing every drop from deep inside.

“Blaise,” she moans. “Oh fuck— I can feel it?—”

“I’ve got you,” I breathe, leaning down to press my chest to her back, one arm wrapped around her middle, the other gently brushing her hair from her face. “You’re doing so good. Taking me so fucking perfectly, omega.”

And then I come – hard. Thick ropes of cum spill into her with every twitch of my cock, the pressure nearly unbearable in its intensity. I swear I can feel every pulse of her walls, every echo of her need, like we’re fused at the soul as well as the body.

Her whole body shakes with it, head dropping onto the pillows as she moans again, softer this time, fucked-out and full.

“You okay?” I murmur, kissing the shell of her ear, smoothing damp hair from her brow.

She nods slowly, eyes heavy-lidded and dreamy. “Full. So full.”

I grin, dropping a kiss to her cheek. “Yeah. That’s the idea.”

Her lashes flutter closed and she melts into me, her breath slowing. The sweet scent of her satisfaction clouds the air, warm and heavy, curling with the spice of my own.

I shift slightly, careful not to tug at where we’re locked.

She sighs as I wrap my arms around her and guide us down onto our sides, curled together, still joined.

I cradle her against my chest, one hand stroking over the curve of her hip, the other trailing lightly down her back, anchoring her while we wait for my knot to ease.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

Nowhere else she’ll ever need to be.

Not when she’s here.

My knot holds us firm, snug and warm, and I can feel her breathing start to slow. Her scent is thick with satisfaction, sweet and golden and heavy in the air, curling with the darker spice of mine. It’s the scent of home.

Of us .

“You did so good for me,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “So fucking perfect, omega. I’m never letting you go, Evie. Never.”

She hums, melting into me. Her fingers curl weakly at my chest.

“Stay with me,” she murmurs.

“Always.”

I press another kiss to her hair and start to purr – low and steady, a rumble from deep in my chest that vibrates through us both. Her body relaxes fully then, soft and safe, her breath syncing with mine.

And I know, without question, that I’d burn the world for her.

The light filtering in through the window is low and grey, soft with the weight of a storm clouded morning. The air in the room is still thick with our scents – honey and leather and heat. My knot has finally eased, but I haven’t moved. Not even a little.

She’s still curled against me, skin damp and flushed, head tucked under my chin like she belongs there. Which she does.

Her breathing’s evened out, but she’s not asleep. I can tell by the subtle flutter of her lashes and the tiny hum she makes every time I stroke my fingers through her hair. She’s boneless, sated, the steady thrum of her omega contentment vibrating gently against my skin.

There’s a soft knock at the edge of the nest – barely more than a brush of knuckles against wood.

I glance up.

Xar’s there, dressed in jeans and a clean hoodie, hair damp like he’s just showered. His gaze scans over us both, lingering briefly on the small bite mark I left on her neck, before flicking back to mine with a grin that’s somehow both knowing and impossibly gentle.

“How is she?” he asks quietly.

“Perfect,” I say simply, brushing my thumb along the curve of her cheek. “Tired.”

“I can smell the heat from the hall,” he mutters, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “No wonder you didn’t make it to breakfast.”

Evie shifts slightly in my arms, her voice a murmur. “Didn’t even realise it was morning.”

“It’s past midday,” Xar replies, stepping closer. “We let you sleep. But you’ve gotta eat something, sweetheart.”

She groans softly, tucking her face further into my chest. “Don’t want to move.”

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her hair. “That’s fair.”

Xar crouches beside the nest, setting down a tray I hadn’t even noticed he was carrying. “Brought tea. Some toast with honey. And one of those weird granola bars you like.”

Evie perks up at that, lifting her head a little. “The pink wrapper ones?”

He grins. “Only the best for our girl.”

Her cheeks flush – not with heat this time, but something softer. Shyer. I feel it too, the heavy wave of something warm and precious blooming between the three of us.

“Don’t move,” she mumbles when I try to shift.

“Evie,” I whisper gently. “You need to eat, love.”

“No,” she says, sharper this time, a little whine building behind the word. She curls tighter against me, one leg hitched over my hip, her bare skin hot and damp with sweat.

I try again. “Just a bite. You’ve got to keep your strength up.”

“Don’t want to,” she snaps.

I shift beneath her, trying to sit up. The moment my body moves away from hers, she growls – a low, throaty sound that surprises even her.

“Easy,” I say, laughing a little. “I’m not going far. Just reaching for—”

“No.” She tightens her grip around me, clinging like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. “You’re not allowed to leave.”

“I’ll still be right here, Evie?—”

“I don’t care!” Her eyes flash, cheeks flushed with something more than heat. “Why is Xar wearing clothes?”

Across the room, Xar – very much clothed in jeans and a hoodie – pauses mid-step in the doorway. His brows shoot up. “Er. Because I have dignity and I’ve not been in the nest?”

“Take them off,” she demands. “You smell too good and it’s not fair. Want them for my nest. Want you. No clothes in the nest. Rule.”

Xar blinks. “I?—”

“She hasn’t eaten,” I explain, trying not to laugh again. “And she’s cranky about it.”

“Evie,” Xar says carefully, stepping closer to the nest. “You need food. Just a little bit. If you eat something, I’ll take a layer off.”

She narrows her eyes. “How much?”

“A slice of toast gets you my hoodie,” he bargains.

She eyes the tray, then back to him. “No deal. A quarter.”

He sighs and I smirk, knowing that he can’t deny her anything. “Fine. But you have to eat it first.”

The look she throws him could curdle milk and it transports me back to when she threatened us with the rolling pin. My dick instantly hardens.

Also, watching her tentatively nibble her way around the edges of a slice of toast shouldn’t be as erotic as it is, but maybe I too am lost to the haze of her heat.

I need a shower.

As soon as she’s done, minus the crusts which she eyes like they’ve personally offended her, Xar shrugs off his hoodie.

She makes grabby hands and he tosses it to her.

She catches it and sniffs it like a predator scenting prey, then slowly reaches for the next quarter of toast and takes a single, dramatic bite.

“More,” Xar says, working the button on his shirt. “Finish that piece and it gets you my shirt.”

I stay right where I am, watching with a stupid grin on my face as she chews slowly, reluctantly, and then takes another bite.

Shirt’s off and added to her nest like a magpie with a hoarding disorder.

“Better,” he praises. “You’re halfway there. Number three gets you my jeans, baby,” he says, teasing the button. She whines but reaches for the next slice, eyes locked on Xar.

I should go while she’s distracted but I kind of want to see how this plays out.

Given that Evie’s always been the one to challenge me and give me shit, I expected resistance during her heat, but she was an absolute dream with me – a perfect omega – whereas Xar looks like he’s getting rolling pin Evie.

She swallows, opens her mouth dramatically to show it’s empty – another pulse of my cock remembering how she swallowed me whole in her studio – and the jeans drop. He’s left in boxers. Sporting a sizable erection too.

“You know what to do, omega,” Xar says, voice thick, low and husky with need.

She gives him a heated look, then takes another bite. When she finishes the last piece of the slice, she sits back on her heels expectantly.

“You promised. Mine. Show.”

Xar sighs with theatrical flair, hooking his thumbs into his waistband and shimmying out of his boxers like he’s on stage. Evie purrs – actually purrs – and reaches for the second slice of toast. I don’t even think she realises what she’s doing.

“Eat that too and I’ll dance,” he jokes.

She snatches it up like she’s starving now – but as soon as Xar turns to grab a glass of juice, she launches the toast across the room. It flies past his shoulder and hits the floor in the hallway with a soft thud.

“Oi!” he ducks. “Uncalled for!”

“Done. Nest. Now. Alpha,” she warns, baring her teeth.

I lose it. I’m still half-hard, tangled in the nest, thoroughly knotted and stuck, but I laugh until my chest aches.

“Looks like you’ve got your hands full, mate. Tag me out. I’m going for a shower before she demands I do cartwheels.”

Evie growls again but doesn’t argue when I gently ease her off me. I kiss her forehead, murmur something about being quick, then head for the en suite – leaving Xar to deal with our very demanding, very naked, very horny omega.

When I glance back, she’s already crawling toward him on all fours, hunger burning in her eyes, and fuck my life, I know it’s going to have to be a cold shower.