Page 81 of Bound By Song (Evie Quad Omegaverse #1)

And my little minx, my perfect, filthy, made-for-me omega, can’t get enough. She’s a fucking miracle.

I’m not sure how long we’ve been tangled up like this, this round , limbs and slick and knot. But I do know one thing:

I’ve never seen her like this.

She’s radiant. Wild. Glowing with heat and scent and need. Her cheeks are flushed, her skin dewy with sweat, and she smells like sex and satisfaction and still – still – hunger.

I’m lying back against the nest cushions, her soft weight draped over me, knot almost down, when the door opens.

Blaise enters first, shirtless, grinning wickedly.

Xar follows, carrying a tray – god knows from where because I brought what I thought was the only one in with me yesterday – with a bottle of electrolytes and what looks suspiciously like a chocolate croissant.

The two of them look as wrecked as I feel.

Evie doesn’t even flinch. Her head lifts, eyes glassy with heat, pupils blown wide.

“Finally,” she breathes, like they’ve been gone forever. I guess they have in her eyes, but she didn’t seem to mind while I was fucking her brains out. She definitely forgot they existed. She forgot her own name. “Need you.”

“Jesus,” Blaise mutters, staring at me, then her. “She knotted you?”

I lift a brow. “No. I did that. But she might’ve started it.”

Xar snorts. “You good?”

I nod, but Evie squirms, the movement making me hiss as her cunt clenches around my still slightly-swollen knot. “Baby – careful.”

She’s not listening. With an effort, I ease her up off my knot slightly, but remain buried deep inside her.

Her eyes are locked on Blaise’s waistband like it’s the Holy Grail. “I want more,” she whispers, hoarse and wrecked. “Please. Want all of you. All my holes.”

Blaise sets the bottle down carefully. “You sure, omega?”

She moans, crawling off of me with an obscene wet sound that makes all three of us groan. She’s still leaking from me, thighs trembling, lips swollen and slick.

And then she drops to her knees.

Looks up at Blaise. Then Xar.

“I want to be filled,” she begs. “Want to be stretched open. Want one of you in my ass. Please. Need all of you.”

Fuck.

I barely register my own groan before Blaise is pulling his shirt over his head, and Xar is already yanking his sweats down.

“Bed,” Xar orders, voice a rumble. “Hands and knees. Present.”

She scrambles to obey, spine arching, ass in the air, dripping and ready. My knot is just starting to ease as I move behind her, cupping her hips to steady her.

“She’s already full of me,” I warn, voice rough. “Still soaking.”

“That’s the point,” Blaise says, stroking himself slowly as he climbs up in front of her. “She wants to be messy. Don’t you, omega?”

Evie whines. “Please. Alpha. Want to be used.”

That unhinges Xar. He kneels beside me, dragging his hands down her sides, groaning as his fingers tease over her slick, puffy rim.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “She’s so wet. She’ll take it.”

“You ready, baby?” I murmur, brushing her spine, kissing her shoulder. “We can stop at any time.”

“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Need you all. Want to be ruined.”

Ruined.

Fuck.

“How do you want to do this?” I ask.

“You’d better take her pussy again. Or her mouth. That fucking monster in her ass, she’ll never walk again,” Blaise teases.

“You have the tiniest dick, so you take her ass then,” I retort.

“Fuck you,” he hisses with a smile. “But it would be my fucking honour.”

“Well, princess, where do you want me? Stretching that pretty little mouth or making that tight little cunt gape and gush?”

I swear my words make her short circuit. She stares at me, wordless, perfume blooming all around us. I chuckle.

“I’ll take her mouth,” Xar decides for us. “That way we’ll still be able to hear her screams.”

It takes a moment to get into position, with Blaise deciding I’ll lie down and fuck up into our omega, while he enters her from behind. I don’t care but it feels like I’ve won a prize getting to watch her luscious tits bounce and every expression that crosses her face.

Once I’m situated, Blaise orders Evie to crawl and straddle me, and I swear it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. The sway of her hips, the hungry look in her eyes, the obedience… fuck.

“Hi, alpha,” she breathes once she’s in place.

“Hi, beautiful,” I whisper back. “You ready to please all your alphas, omega?”

“So ready, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

With that, I grab her hips and surge up into her. She’s so slick I’m barely met with any resistance, but she screams so deliciously.

The guys watch me fuck her for a while, bouncing her on my dick like its a pogo stick, until eventually Xar grows impatient.

He growls, leans forward and feeds her his cock slowly, hands stroking her hair, murmuring praise as she takes him inch by inch. I hold her steady, stroking the small of her back, while Blaise slicks his fingers and teases her tighter entrance open.

She moans around Xar’s cock, trembling all over. She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t hesitate. Just whimpers and rocks back onto us, desperate to take more.

“You’re perfect,” I murmur, voice hoarse. “Taking us so good.”

“Good girl,” Blaise adds, working her open. “So brave. So greedy. Ready for another finger, omega?”

“Yesssss,” she groans.

Blaise doesn’t make her wait long. He slides a second slick finger inside her ass, curling and scissoring gently, coaxing her to open up around him.

Evie sobs around Xar’s cock, her body rocking between us. Her thighs shake from the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming pleasure threatening to tip her over again.

“You’re doing so good,” I pant, lifting my hips to meet her bounce. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. Ride Daddy’s cock while your alphas ruin the rest of you.”

Her moan vibrates down Xar’s shaft, and he growls low, fisting her hair tighter – not to hurt, just to guide.

“That’s it, little omega,” he purrs. “Such a sweet fucking mouth. Made for this.”

Blaise grunts behind her. “You’re ready.”

He eases his fingers free and lines himself up with her tight, slicked entrance. I feel her tense, just for a breath.

“Breathe, baby,” I murmur, stroking her hips, her thighs, her back. “You’ve got us. Let go.”

Then Blaise pushes forward.

Slow.

Thick.

Inch by relentless inch, stretching her, breaching her, until he’s buried deep in her ass with a raw groan and a muttered, “Holy fuck.”

Evie wails – mouth still full – but doesn’t stop moving. Doesn’t freeze. She trembles, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, but they’re not from pain. Her whole body is trembling, desperate, overloaded with sensation.

We hold still, just for a moment. Let her breathe. Let her adjust.

She blinks down at me, glassy-eyed and unhinged. “Move,” she gasps. “Please – fuck me. Both of you.”

Xar growls. “Greedy little omega.”

“Perfect little slut,” Blaise adds, hands tightening on her waist. “Begging for two cocks at once. You want to be wrecked, huh?”

She moans, throat vibrating against Xar’s cock, and we move.

Careful. Me thrusting up, Blaise rolling his hips down, our rhythms syncing with every gasp and cry that rips out of her.

She’s so full – tight around both of us, her body stretched to its limits. She can barely hold herself up, collapsing forward to brace her hands on my chest, her moans breaking around Xar’s cock.

“That’s it,” I breathe, gripping her hips. “You’re amazing, Evie. You’re taking it all.”

Her cunt pulses around me as I slam up into her, Blaise grinding into her ass from behind. We move faster, rougher, each thrust drawing louder cries, wetter sounds, her slick drenching my thighs and soaking the sheets below.

Xar’s hips stutter as her throat spasms around him. “Fuck! She’s gonna make me— Shit, Evie?—”

She pulls back, gasping for air. “Come,” she sobs. “Come in my mouth, Alpha, please – need to taste you.”

That’s all it takes.

Xar growls, low and wild, and jerks forward, emptying down her throat. She swallows like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, moaning around him as her hips jerk between me and Blaise.

We don’t stop.

Can’t.

She’s clenching again, screaming again – her orgasm blindsiding all of us as her body locks up, both holes spasming violently. It drags me over the edge instantly. I thrust up once, twice – then slam deep as I come hard, my knot swelling, locking me inside her.

“Fuck, baby— Fuckfuckfuck—” I chant, hips grinding as pulse after pulse floods her cunt.

Blaise is right behind me. I feel it in the way her body jerks again, the sound of his shout, the way his hands bruise her hips as he sinks his own knot into her ass and fills her full from the other side.

She’s sobbing now, shaking between us, her body held up only by the tension of our knots.

We don’t move.

Just breathe.

Her face drops to my chest, damp with sweat and tears and bliss, and I wrap my arms around her.

Xar lies beside us, one hand stroking her hair. Blaise leans over her back, lips brushing her spine, whispering sweet nonsense.

“You’re incredible,” I murmur.

“So brave,” Blaise adds.

“So fucking loved,” Xar finishes.

Her eyes flutter closed, but her lips still move.

“I love you,” she whispers. “I love all of you. But what’s an omega got to do to get bonded around here?”

It punches the air right out of my lungs.

I look down at her – eyes glassy, lips kiss-swollen, her body still knotted to mine and Blaise’s – and I feel something inside me crack open.

Blaise lets out a broken sound behind her, his forehead dropping to the curve of her spine.

Xar curses softly, brushing a kiss to her temple. “We want it too, baby. You know we do.”

She nods, but her smile falters. “Then why does it feel like I’m chasing something that’s always just out of reach?”

My heart lurches.

I wrap both arms around her, drawing her tighter to my chest, my knot still holding us together, still claiming her. “You’re not chasing anything,” I whisper fiercely. “You already have us.”

“But not forever,” she murmurs, lashes fluttering shut. “Not yet.”

Not yet.

The words burn. I feel Blaise tense behind her. Xar stays quiet – but the weight of the silence says everything.

We’ve fucked her, claimed her, marked her in every way that doesn’t count.

And she’s still waiting for the one thing that does.