Page 77 of Bound By Song (Evie Quad Omegaverse #1)

The way she looks at us – like we’re the only thing she’s ever needed – makes my cock twitch and my chest ache at the same time.

“Please,” she begs, flushed and shining, her voice broken with need. “I want both of you. I need you.”

I glance at Blaise, who’s already stripping off his shirt, eyes dark and wild. Fuck, he’s just as far gone as I am. But it’s Dane my gaze snags on next – still seated in the corner of the nest, silent. Watching. Not moving.

Evie notices too. Her face falls just slightly, but she tries to cover it by turning back to us, shuffling into place on all fours with a wanton little sway of her hips.

“Don’t think,” she says breathlessly, looking over her shoulder, “just fuck me. Together, alphas.”

Blaise growls and moves in front of her, kneeling and curling a hand around her jaw to kiss her. Deep. Possessive. Filthy.

I take my place behind her, my hands settling over the curve of her hips as I drag my cock through the wet, glistening mess between her thighs.

“Alpha,” she moans around Blaise’s mouth. “Need you – need both of you.”

“You’ll have us,” I promise, voice thick. “You’ll feel us everywhere, omega. You’ll be so fucking full.”

I push in slowly, giving her time to stretch around me. She arches back into it, greedy little whimper spilling from her lips, as Blaise pulls away just enough to let her breathe.

“You love that, huh?” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles down her cheek. “Having one cock inside you while you beg for another?”

She nods frantically, eyes glassy. “More. Want more.”

Blaise strokes himself, letting the head of his cock bump her lower lip. “Open up, sweetheart.”

She does, tongue darting out, and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I thrust deeper as Blaise eases into her mouth, both of us groaning as she takes it, lips stretching, throat relaxing as he guides her in with gentle praise.

“That’s it,” I mutter, rocking my hips slow and deep. “Taking both your alphas so well.”

“Look at you,” Blaise says, brushing her hair back from her face. “So good like this. Filthy little omega, just desperate to be used like a toy.”

She moans around him, the vibration making Blaise’s head tip back. “Fuck, she’s perfect.”

“Not just perfect,” I growl, fingers digging into her hips. “She’s ours.”

Her cunt sucks me in, greedy and slick, squeezing around me like it never wants to let go. Blaise lets her throat adjust slowly, letting her take what she wants at her pace, and then?—

She chokes slightly as I bottom out, my hips flush with the curve of her arse.

“Easy, baby,” Blaise murmurs, brushing her cheek, the tone in his voice so tender it makes something in my chest ache. “You’re doing so fucking good.”

She makes a sound – needy and overwhelmed – and we start to move.

Not fast. Not yet. Just slow, steady thrusts between us.

My hips rock into hers while Blaise guides her rhythm with careful rolls against her lips.

Her jaw slackens, mouth widening to take him deeper, and the moment he groans, I know she’s found the sweet spot.

Every sound she makes is desperate, soaked in pleasure. Mewls and moans and wet, greedy slurps around Blaise’s cock. The tight pull of her cunt on mine makes it nearly impossible to hold back – but we do. Just barely. For her.

And when she comes it’s fucking unreal.

Her whole body locks up, back arching as she moans around Blaise’s cock. The vibration makes him curse above her, head tipping back, while I feel the hot, wet pulse of her pussy gripping down on me like a vice.

“Holy shit,” I bite out, hips jerking as she rides the wave.

But she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even pause. Her body is alight, shaking, shivering, hungry for more. She’s beyond language now – driven by instinct, need, omega heat.

I meet Blaise’s eyes. He nods, already moving to ease back, slipping free from her mouth with a groan. I pull out slowly too, hand gliding over the sweat-slick arch of her back as she trembles.

We shift her together – careful, reverent.

Blaise drops onto his back and I lift her, thighs wide, to straddle him. She’s spread open like a dream, flushed and panting and wrecked – but so fucking ready.

“You sure?” I murmur, brushing my thumb along the inside of her thigh.

Her eyes burn when she glances over her shoulder at me and they meet mine. “Yes. Fill me. Both of you. Please.”

The sheer trust in her voice slams through me harder than anything else ever could.

Blaise takes his place first, lining up, pressing inside again with a groan.

I watch, rapt, as she stretches to accommodate him.

She’s tight, hot, soaked – perfect.

Blaise grunts, stroking her back, watching her face. “You good, baby?” he checks, even though he already knows the answer.

Her hand finds his wrist. “Want you both, alphas.”

That’s all it takes.

Blaise leans up, kissing her fiercely. One of her legs spreads further, opening her up completely. She gasps as I line myself up beside him, slick fingers working her open, gently easing the way.

It takes time. Focus. Control. She sobs once – then again – but I see the difference in her face. It’s not pain.

It’s too much.

It’s perfect.

I slide in, inch by careful inch, her cunt stretching around both of us now, the tight squeeze making us both groan.

“Holy fuck,” Blaise breathes, sweat beading on his brow. “She’s really taking it.”

My hand curves over her lower back, grounding her, and I lean down to kiss her shoulder blade. “Good girl,” I murmur. “You’ve got us. You’ve got both your alphas.”

“You’re incredible,” Blaise whispers, kissing her hand as it clutches his bicep. “So fucking tight. So brave.”

She trembles between us – completely filled, taken, adored. Her scent turns molten and thick, perfuming the air until we’re drunk on it.

We start to move.

Small, shallow thrusts. Rocking together in rhythm. Carefully. Reverently. Letting her feel every stretch, every inch, every drag of cock against the tightest part of her. She makes a high, broken sound, her head tossing side to side.

Then she breaks.

Her whole body goes rigid as tears spill over her cheeks – hot and sudden.

“Evie,” I whisper, instantly slowing.

“No,” she gasps, pulling me back in. “Don’t stop— Please— Just— Keep going— Feels too good— I can’t— I?—”

“It’s okay,” Blaise says, cradling her face. “You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

“It’s just…it’s so much,” she sobs, breath hitching. “You feel so good. I love you— I just?—”

“I know,” I say, voice shaking. “We love you too. Let go, omega. Let us take care of you.”

“Too much,” she cries. “It’s too much?—”

“No,” Blaise whispers, kissing her. “It’s right . Let go, omega. Let us take care of you.”

“You’re safe,” I add, voice a growl in her ear as I lick the sweat from her skin. “You’re ours. ”

She sobs again – but her hips never stop moving, clenching around us, chasing every inch we give her. Her scent is dizzying now – wild, needy, completely untethered. We’re buried in it.

Buried in her.

I kiss the shell of her ear. “Want to come again, baby? Want us to fill you up at the same time?”

“Yes,” she sobs. “Yes— Please— I need it.”

We lock eyes over her shoulder.

Her body is already trembling, slick gushing around both our cocks, and her breath comes in broken sobs that make my chest ache.

“Please,” she pants, wrecked. “Please— Need you— Need everything?—”

“Shh,” Blaise murmurs, his lips pressed to her temple. “We’ve got you. Just feel us, baby. Just let go.”

We thrust in perfect rhythm, grinding deeper, surrounding her completely. Every whimper, every desperate clutch of her fingers in the sheets, tells me she’s close – so close she’s falling apart.

I move one hand between her thighs, fingers finding her clit, circling it in time with our strokes. Her hips jerk and her cry turns raw.

“There she is,” I whisper. “Come for us, omega. Let go.”

She shatters.

Her whole body seizes between us – hips grinding, legs shaking, cunt fluttering around us as she screams through her orgasm, mouth open in a silent cry before it breaks into a sob. Her slick floods out, soaking us, the nest, everything.

And that’s it.

That’s fucking it.

Blaise’s eyes lock on mine, face tight with restraint, and I know he’s right there too. Her body clutches at us like she never wants to let go.

My knot punches forward with a brutal, primal throb, swelling fast, locking me inside her with a force that makes her cry out again, this time in stunned, breathless pleasure.

A heartbeat later, Blaise groans, deep and guttural, and his knot forms too – pressing tight against mine from the opposite side, sealing her between us.

We both come hard – grinding deep, buried to the hilt, pumping her full with thick, possessive pulses of release.

She sobs, shaking, her body too wrung out to do anything but take it.

“You’re okay,” I pant, forehead against her back, one hand on her belly, the other stroking her hip. “You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

“Filled you so good, baby,” Blaise whispers, still buried to the root. “So fucking full.”

She nods slowly, dazed, crying softly – but not from pain. Not even from overwhelm.

From everything .

From being seen. Held. Loved.

“I—” she starts, then breaks again, collapsing into the sheets.

We both move instantly, easing her down between us, untangling our limbs as best we can while still knotted. Blaise kisses her brow. I cradle her cheek.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper again, over and over, rubbing her back, wiping away tears with gentle thumbs. “You did so good.”

“You were perfect,” Blaise adds, curling around her protectively. “Our perfect little omega.”

Her lips part. “I love you.”

My heart stops .

Then starts again, louder than before.

I press my lips to her damp temple. “We love you too.”

Blaise’s voice is softer than I’ve ever heard it. “So fucking much.”

She sighs, utterly wrecked and utterly safe, sinking between us like there’s nowhere else she’ll ever belong.

And there isn’t.

She’s home.

But then I freeze. She starts crying in earnest.

Not soft tears – sobbing . Gut-deep, messy, uncontrollable. Her chest heaves, her throat catches on breath, and she folds forward, shaking so hard it knocks the air out of me.

My heart lurches.

“Evie,” I whisper, wrapping an arm around her back, hand splayed across her ribs. “Baby, what?—?”

She buries her face against Blaise’s throat, still trembling, still sobbing like her heart is breaking and it’s scaring the shit out of me.

She breaks.

“Why doesn’t he want me?” she sobs, and my throat clenches.

Dane.

Anger surges.

Blaise kisses her forehead. “He does, baby. He really does. He’s just…scared.”

I pull her close, kissing her softly. “You’re everything, Evie. Don’t ever doubt it.”

But still she cries, clinging to us like we’re her lifeline.

And maybe we are.