Page 80 of Bound By Song (Evie Quad Omegaverse #1)

“Want me to touch you?” I murmur, my lips brushing hers. “Make it better?”

“Please,” she whispers. “Please, Alpha.”

My control shatters.

I trail my hand down between her thighs, stroking her slick folds, and she gasps – hips jerking, eyes fluttering shut. She’s soaked. So fucking ready.

“You’re burning up, baby,” I whisper against her throat. “You need to come. Need to feel good.”

She nods frantically, her hands grabbing at my back, my shoulders, anything to keep me close. “Need your fingers. Your mouth. Anything.”

I groan and slide down her body, settling between her legs, kissing the soft inside of her thighs. She smells divine – like heat and honey and everything I’ve ever wanted.

Then I lick her.

One slow, deliberate stroke of my tongue from her entrance to her clit, and she shatters – back arching, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Dane— Fuck — Oh my god?—”

I purr for her, deep and constant, and she melts under the sound.

“That’s it,” I murmur, lips brushing her clit. “Give it to me. Let go.”

She moans again, and I dive back in, licking and sucking, teasing her until she’s writhing beneath me, her thighs trembling, her belly taut.

I slip a finger into her, then a second, working her open slowly, carefully, curling just right until she cries out, legs clamping around my head.

And when she comes – soaking my hand, screaming my name – it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I kiss her through it, then crawl back up her body, wiping her tears away with the pad of my thumb.

“You okay?” I whisper, breathless.

She nods, still panting, but her eyes are locked on mine now. “I want more. I want to taste you too, Dane.”

I pause. “You sure?”

“Yes.” She cups my jaw, fierce and trembling. “Please. I need you.”

I brace myself, then nod, kissing her forehead.

“All right, baby,” I breathe. “Let’s switch positions.”

I ease off her gently, helping her sit up. Her limbs are shaky, her skin flushed, but the look in her eyes is determined. Hungry.

I kneel up and slowly remove my clothes, before shifting onto my back. She follows, climbing over me with a grace that’s both wild and reverent, like I’m something she’s desperate for but terrified to break.

Her hand settles on my chest, right over my heart, and I swear she feels it pounding for her.

She leans in and kisses me first – soft and slow, just her lips on mine. Then she trails kisses down my throat, across my collarbone, down the ridges of my chest, and lower still.

Each one burns.

When she reaches my cock, her breath hitches. “You’re huge.”

I chuckle, low and self-deprecating. “We can stop if you want?—”

“No,” she whispers, eyes flashing. “I want to try.”

She wraps her fingers around the base and I groan – head tipping back, hips twitching involuntarily. Fuck, she’s warm. Small hands, perfect grip. When her tongue flicks out to taste the head, I nearly lose it.

“Evie— Jesus?—”

But she doesn’t stop. She licks a slow stripe along the underside, then stretches her lips around the tip and sucks gently, hollowing her cheeks. My vision whites out for a second.

“Fuck, baby. Just like that.”

She bobs her head slowly, eyes locked on mine, one hand working the shaft while the other cups my balls, teasing. Her mouth is so hot, so tight, only cradling the tip, but every slick movement makes me curse and praise her in the same breath.

“You’re doing so good,” I groan. “My good girl. My perfect omega.”

She moans around me and I nearly come from the vibration alone. I clench the sheets, fighting for control, because I want this to last – I want her to have every damn second of it.

When she pulls off with a wet pop, her lips are swollen, her eyes glazed with heat.

“You’re too big,” she whines, making me chuckle. “But I want you inside me,” she adds, breathless. “I need to feel all of you.”

My heart stutters.

“Yeah?” I rasp. “Are you sure? Come here, baby.”

She straddles my hips and reaches between us, lining me up. I hold her steady as she sinks down, slow and steady, her slick easing the way. We both moan when I slide inside – centimetre by painful fucking centimetre, stretching her open, filling her to the brim.

“Fuck,” she breathes. “You’re so deep.”

“You’re so tight,” I groan, gripping her hips. “So fucking perfect.”

“I think I know why you’ve been holding back now,” she jokes, beautiful baby blues crinkling at the corners as she breathlessly smiles at me. I grin in response, kissing her nose.

“You don’t have to do anything. This is more than I ever dared to dream of?—”

“Hush, Daddy, you’re kind of ruining the vibe.”

I huff a laugh, but it dies the second she starts to move.

She rolls her hips in a slow circle, dragging my cock against every drenched, swollen inch of her and I swear I see stars. She’s not just tight – she’s vice-tight, velvet heat clinging to me like she never wants to let go.

“Shit, Evie?—”

“Mm,” she hums, hands splayed over my chest, nails scraping lightly through the hair there. “I think I like being on top.”

“Yeah?” My voice is rough, wrecked. “You look fucking divine like this, omega.”

She moves again, slower this time, experimenting. She lifts herself just enough for me to slip nearly out, then slams back down with a gasp that’s part cry, part growl. Her eyes flutter shut, head tipping back, mouth falling open.

“You feel so big,” she whimpers. “So good. I can feel you everywhere, Dane.”

My hands tighten on her hips, not guiding – just anchoring. Supporting. Letting her take what she wants, how she wants it.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, voice low and shaking. “Ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock, wildflower. Take what you need.”

She does.

Over and over.

Every drag of her body down my cock sends shivers racing through me, white-hot and unbearable. I can feel every flutter, every clench, the desperate slick soaking my thighs as she fucks herself raw on me.

“More,” she pants. “Harder, please – I want it deeper. Want to feel your knot, daddy.”

I groan. My hips buck involuntarily, and she gasps when the head of my cock hits something deep inside her.

“Yes! Right there – do it again.”

“Greedy little omega,” I rasp. “So fucking hungry for your alpha.”

Her pupils blow wide. She leans close, licking a stripe up the side of my throat. “Then give it to me,” she growls. “Spank me. Pull my hair. I can take it. I want it.”

My blood turns molten.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I growl, flipping her gently but firmly onto her front.

She scrambles up, arching her back instinctively, presenting herself like a perfect little omega in heat. My cock twitches just at the sight of her – slick dripping from her swollen pussy, thighs trembling, back curved like a bow.

I grab a fistful of her hair and give it a sharp but careful tug, forcing her to look back at me.

“You want this?” I ask.

She moans. “Yes, Daddy. Want you to lose control. I want to feel it.”

I line myself up and slam into her in one hard, perfect stroke.

She screams.

Not in pain – in need. In fucking ecstasy.

“Oh my god— Dane— Daddy! Fuck!”

Her cunt grips me like a vice, sucking me in deeper every time I pull back.

I set a brutal rhythm – pistoning into her from behind, spanking her ass with every other thrust, watching the skin flush under my hand. She moans for it, back arching more with each slap, each brutal snap of my hips.

“You feel that?” I snarl, voice half-gone. “That’s what you wanted. Your alpha losing control. You wanted to be used. Filled. Bred.”

“Yes!” she sobs, nearly incoherent. “Please, Daddy— Fuck me harder— I want your knot! Want it now!”

Her orgasm slams into her so fast it steals her breath.

She clenches down so hard I almost come. Her body jerks, thighs trembling violently, and I spank her again – sharp and low.

“Good girl,” I growl, riding her through it. “So fucking perfect like this. You’re taking it so well.”

I feel her body go slack under me, then tense again as the next wave builds. I reach around and rub her clit in tight circles, keeping her right on the edge, teasing her until she screams again – louder, harsher – climaxing all over me for a second time.

“Daddy! Please. Please, I need it! I need it so bad?—”

“You want my knot?” I pant, voice barely human.

She nods frantically, words gone, head thrown back.

I reach under her belly, pulling her tighter against me, and ram in to the hilt.

My knot swells hard and fast, locking us together with a thick, unmistakable throb. She gasps – body seizing – before melting around me like she’s finally found peace.

And I come.

It tears out of me in a rush – pulse after pulse of heat flooding her cunt, coating her walls, filling her in a way that’s primal and complete. Her body milks me through every throb, every twitch, her pussy still fluttering with aftershocks.

“Mine,” I growl against her neck. “My omega. My perfect fucking girl.”

She sobs again, but it’s not pain. It’s not despair.

It’s relief.

She reaches back, fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me down until I’m blanketing her completely. I kiss the back of her neck, scent-marking every inch of her, my purring rising up like a storm beneath my skin.

“You’re safe,” I murmur, nuzzling her throat. “You’re mine. I’ve got you, baby.”

She sniffles, face buried in the blankets, but her whole body relaxes against me – tied together, knotted, claimed.

And as we slowly lower to the nest, still joined, still pulsing, I whisper it again just for her.

“I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

We fuck like rabbits for twenty-four hours straight. I swear she’s turned me into a horny teenager with zero refractory period.

Sleep? Don’t need it.

Food? Forgotten about.

Fluids? Plenty. So long as they’re from the fucking chalice of nectar between her legs.

Time is a joke because I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Like a dam has burst and suddenly, everything I’ve been holding back, denying myself for decades, is a tsunami I can’t control.