Page 76 of Bound By Song (Evie Quad Omegaverse #1)

XAR

S he’s on all fours.

Pink-cheeked and wild-eyed, crawling toward me across the nest with the wrecked flush of Blaise’s knot still high on her skin. Her lips are slick and parted, her thighs trembling, her scent so sweet and sticky it makes my mouth water.

“Evie…” My voice is hoarse, warning and want tangled together.

She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t hesitate.

“Want your cock, alpha.”

It’s not a question. Not a shy suggestion. It’s a demand.

She reaches me and settles between my legs, fingers curling around my waist like they’ve got every right. Her gaze locks with mine – raw, feral, honest – and fuck if it doesn’t light my blood on fire.

“Need to taste you,” she whispers, and her voice – god, her voice – it’s ruined and breathless and mine .

I stiffen beneath her touch, already hard, already aching, already so far gone that one more breath from her could end me.

“Evie,” I say again, but this time it’s not a protest. It’s reverent.

Her fingers ghost across my hips, teasing, and I let her, because I’m helpless not to. Because she asked. Because I want this – want her – more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

When my cock twitches, she doesn’t hesitate. She leans in and licks the bead of precum from the head, humming low in her throat like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

My hips buck. I can’t help it.

And then her mouth is on me.

Hot, wet heat surrounds me, and I throw my head back with a groan so deep it shakes my ribs.

“Fuck, Evie,” I gasp. “Just like that. So good for me.”

She moans around my cock, and the vibration almost undoes me. Her lips seal tighter, cheeks hollowing as she sucks me deeper.

I fist my hands, every muscle drawn tight with restraint.

She’s unrelenting. Messy. Beautiful. Worshipful.

And I am undone .

“Christ,” I groan, teeth clenched as her tongue swirls around the head, then flattens along the underside. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”

She hums again – pleased. Proud. Possessive.

My omega.

My fingers tangle in her hair, not to guide her, not to force – but to anchor . She sets the pace herself, slow and deep, then shallow and teasing. Her mouth is slick and hot, and every pass of her tongue, every pull of her lips sends fire up my spine.

“You want this, don’t you?” I rasp, hips twitching. “You want to make me come, want me to fall apart in your mouth, like you did in mine.”

She pulls back just enough to let my cock fall from her lips with a wet pop, but her hand stays wrapped around me, stroking slow and firm as she meets my eyes.

“I gave Blaise everything,” she whispers, voice thick with heat. “I want to give it to you, too. Want you to know how good it feels to be wanted like this. I want you , Xar. Your taste. Your praise. Everything.”

My control shatters.

“You have it,” I grit out, my voice wrecked. “You have all of it. My respect. My heart. My devotion. My love. Everything.”

She smiles, sweet and devastating, before taking me back in – this time deeper, until I feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.

“ Fuck. ”

The pressure. The heat. The way she moans as I pulse against her tongue – like she needs it. Like this is just as much for her as it is for me.

“You’re doing so good, little omega,” I breathe, voice shaking. “Look at you – taking me so deep, sucking me like you were made for this. For me. ”

She quickens her pace and I lose the words. Just sounds now – gasps, moans, curses breathed like prayers.

My thighs tremble. My hand tightens in her hair.

“Gonna come,” I warn, voice guttural. “You want it, don’t you? Want to taste it, swallow it like the good girl you are?”

She moans around me, and that’s all it takes.

Pleasure crashes over me – violent and hot and consuming.

I come with a shout, hips stuttering, every muscle tensed as I spill into her mouth. She takes it all, swallows around me, licking and sucking until I’m shaking with overstimulation, until I have to gently push her back with a trembling hand.

“Holy fuck,” I pant, cupping her face and brushing my thumb over her swollen lips. “You’re unbelievable.”

She blinks up at me, dazed and glowing. “You taste good.”

I laugh, breathless. “You’re going to kill me.”

She grins. “Not yet. Fuck me first, Alpha. Please?”

Fuck. When she asks so sweetly, how can I deny her anything?

Especially when her voice goes all soft and needy like that – like begging me is second nature. Like she knows I’ll give her whatever she wants, and more.

I groan, running a hand down my face, then dragging it over her jaw to tilt her gaze back to mine.

“Evie.” Her name leaves me like a promise, wrecked and reverent. “You’ll be the death of me.”

Her smile turns smug. “Then die doing something you love.”

God. Fuck. My omega is brilliant. Wicked. Unapologetically hungry for me.

I sink to my knees, still a little shaky, and pull her with me, backing her toward the nest. Her skin’s flushed, scent thick and slick curling in the air between us, her body humming like she’s still vibrating from the heat.

But it’s her eyes that kill me – bright, wanting, full of trust and desire and that spark that’s always been hers alone.

“You sure?” I murmur, thumb brushing over her cheekbone. “I want you, Evie. So fucking much. But I’ll wait if you need me to. I’ll never take what you don’t freely give.”

She reaches for my wrist, pressing a kiss to the inside of it, over my racing pulse. “Want you, alpha,” she whispers. “Xar. Want you . All of it.”

That’s all I need.

I spin her gently and guide her down to the nest, following her down so I’m stretched behind her, chest to her back, cock already hardening again as I rake my hand down her side. Her breath hitches as I cup her hips, tilting them just so, angling her perfectly.

“Like this?” I ask, voice thick with need.

She nods, breathless. “Want you to take me. Want to feel you. Deep.”

I groan and line myself up, dragging the head of my cock through her soaked lips, gathering her slick before nudging against her entrance. She gasps and pushes back.

“Please,” she whispers. “Don’t tease. I’m ready – I need it, Xar, need you. ”

I push in slow, gritting my teeth as her heat welcomes me – hot, tight, perfect. Her moan breaks on a gasp, her body going taut.

“Fuck, Evie,” I groan, sinking deeper, inch by inch. “You feel incredible. So warm and wet. Like you were made to take me.”

Her hands claw at the blankets, hips twitching as I bottom out.

“Oh god,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “You’re…so big. I can feel everything.”

I pause, forehead resting against her shoulder as I fight for control. Her scent’s everywhere. Her body clutches me like it never wants to let go.

“You good?” I ask, stroking down her back.

She nods into the blankets. “Yeah. Move. Please. I need it.”

So I do.

I pull back and thrust in again, slow at first, then faster as she adjusts, her moans turning to cries, her hips rolling back to meet me.

“That’s it,” I growl, gripping her hips tighter. “Take it, omega. Take every inch of your Alpha.”

She sobs my name, slick gushing around me with every stroke.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I pant, pounding into her now. “So tight and wet – like your cunt knew it was waiting for me.”

“Yes, yes— Fuck, Xar—” she gasps, wrecked. “Harder. Knot me. I want it. I need it.”

And fuck , that’s all it takes.

I feel the pressure building low in my spine, the swell starting. My knot forming.

“I’m close,” I grit, snapping my hips harder, deeper. “Want me to knot you, Evie? Fill you up and lock us together? You ready for that?”

She throws her head back and screams , body convulsing as she comes again, soaking my cock.

“ Yes ,” she sobs. “Knot me – breed me – please ?—”

With a feral snarl, I drive in one last time and my knot swells, locking me inside her with a thick, primal throb. My orgasm crashes over me, white-hot and endless, my cock pulsing as I flood her with cum. She keens beneath me, hands gripping the sheets, breath stuttering.

“Xar,” she moans, body trembling. “Full. So fucking full.”

I wrap my arms around her, cradling her from behind, lips at her ear.

“You took me so good, omega,” I whisper, voice hoarse. “So beautiful. So perfect. Mine.”

She makes a soft sound – half-whimper, half-sigh – and sags against me.

“Yours,” she echoes faintly. “All yours.”

I nuzzle the side of her neck, scenting her, purring low and steady.

“I’ve got you now,” I murmur. “Just rest. I’ll hold you. You don’t have to do anything else.”

And I do.

Tucked into the nest, still knotted and wrapped around her, I hold her while her breath slows and her body melts into mine. Her scent curls around me like silk, and I know without question this is everything. She is everything. We owe her so much. She healed us. Improved us. Completed us.

I love her with all that I am.

She’s sprawled in the nest like sin itself, flushed and slick and needy, barely holding it together as she writhes between us.

My shirt’s long gone. Dane’s still wearing his band shirt, sleeves rolled, jaw tight.

Always the steady one. The calm one. For the last three days, he’s been the caretaker.

Cooking every meal. Making sure she drinks water.

He braided her hair yesterday, tucked a blanket around her when she passed out mid-slicked orgasm, wiped her mouth when she got too dazed to swallow her tea.

Hell, he even smeared chapstick on her lips between kisses when they cracked.

But he hasn’t fucked her. Not once. Not even touched himself while watching. He’s been gentle, devoted, grounding her with his scent and murmuring comfort into her skin.

And it’s breaking her now.

Because she wants him. Needs him. And he keeps pulling away.

She’s panting, sweat shining across her skin, the nest a mess of tangled sheets and torn pillows. My hand’s still sticky from where she came moments ago just from grinding against my thigh.

Blaise wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. hand. “Tell us what you want, omega.”