Page 83 of Bound By Song (Evie Quad Omegaverse #1)

He shifts, angling his hips, and the next stroke hits something that makes me cry out, stars bursting behind my eyes. His hand slides between us, thumb finding my clit, circling it in tight, perfect pressure.

It builds fast – too fast – and when it hits, I break apart beneath him, gasping his name, clenching around him as I come hard, legs locking around his back.

He groans like he’s unraveling with me, his pace stuttering.

“Gonna bond you,” he pants. “Gonna knot you and keep you.”

“Do it,” I beg. “Please, Xar— Mark me. I want it.”

He kisses me once more – tender, adoring – and then lowers his mouth to my neck.

His teeth sink in with a sharp jolt that flares into blinding pleasure, and I scream – more from the overwhelming rightness than any pain. Instinct takes over and I bite him back, joyful when the bond slams into place like a thunderclap in my chest, warmth blooming through my veins.

Xar moans against my skin as his knot begins to swell, locking us together, his cock pulsing as he comes deep inside me, flooding me with heat and love and everything he’s been holding back.

We cling to each other, breathing hard, sweat-slick and trembling, bound in every possible way.

“My omega,” he whispers against my throat. “Forever.”

I stroke his hair, tears slipping down my cheeks. “Forever.”

Xar’s still knotted inside me, breathing ragged against my neck, one hand stroking lazy circles on my hip. We’re cocooned in warmth and scent, his bond a soft, golden glow thrumming under my skin.

It’s perfect.

Until Blaise groans dramatically from where he’s sprawled at the edge of the nest. “I’m gonna die of blue balls,” he mutters. “How long does that thing take to deflate?”

Xar doesn’t even lift his head. “Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty.”

“Thirty? Are you fucking kidding me?” Blaise sits up, his cock already hard and leaking. “I’m literally dying over here.”

I laugh, breathless and still floating. “Go have a cold shower.”

“No. I’ve waited long enough.” He leans forward, eyes on Xar. “Think unsexy thoughts. Dead goats. Rain. Your nan in a bikini.”

“Fuck off,” Xar mumbles against my skin.

I can’t help the giggle that bubbles up. “You’re not exactly helping him with that knot, Blaise.”

He groans again, flopping dramatically onto his back. “I swear to god, Xar, if you don’t deflate in the next sixty seconds I’m going to?—”

“What?” Xar lifts his head now, smirking slightly. “Jerk off while watching? Be my guest.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Blaise grins, then shifts closer. His hand strokes down my leg, slow and reverent. “You okay, sweetheart?”

I nod, cheeks flushed and heart full. “More than okay.”

His eyes soften. “You’re glowing.”

“That’s because I’m bonded and it’s perfect.”

He leans in, brushing a kiss over my shoulder, right where Xar’s bite mark sits, swollen and raw. “That’s because you’re perfect,” he murmurs. “And because you’re mine next.”

Xar finally pulls back with a groan, knot softening enough to slip free. He kisses me once more, then tucks a blanket around my legs and moves aside, giving Blaise room.

Blaise doesn’t rush.

He kneels beside me, gaze searching my face like he’s trying to memorize me all over again. “You sure, omega?” he asks, voice lower now. “You still want this?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I whisper.

He exhales, that tension in his chest easing, and then he smiles – crooked and warm and all Blaise. “All right, then. Let me show you just how much I love you.”

He guides me back down gently, his hands warm and steady as he eases between my legs. He doesn’t press in right away – just kisses me. Deep and slow, tongue stroking over mine, hand cradling my jaw.

Then he starts to move lower, trailing kisses down my throat, across my chest, over the swell of my breasts. His mouth closes over a nipple and I arch, a soft moan escaping me as he suckles gently.

“You’re already so full,” he murmurs against my skin. “So wet. So ready.”

“For you,” I breathe. “Always for you.”

He lines himself up and sinks into me slowly, groaning low and rough as he stretches me open again. “Fuck – you’re tight, baby. So warm. So perfect.”

I gasp, legs wrapping around him, locking him in.

The sensation is different than with Xar – hotter, wilder, like Blaise burns from the inside out. He rocks into me with slow, controlled thrusts, one hand fisted in the blankets, the other gripping my thigh.

We move together, perfectly in sync. His forehead presses to mine, our breath mingling, sweat slicking our skin.

“I love you,” he whispers, over and over, like a mantra. “Evie, I fucking love you.”

“I love you too,” I cry, overwhelmed. “Blaise, please— Bond me.”

He kisses me once, fiercely, then lowers his mouth to my neck. His teeth sink in just as I come again – harder than before, body seizing around him, tears spilling down my cheeks from the sheer intensity.

His knot catches as he empties inside me, pulsing heat deep into my core as the second bond slams into place – fiery and bright and blazing through every cell in my body, causing me to rear up and bite him back.

The bond snaps into place like an electrical storm, fierce, instant, dangerous and right .

He licks over the mark with a growl that sounds like triumph.

“You’re my heart,” he whispers. And I know it’s true because everything he’s feeling, I feel too. “Mine.”

We shake together, both of us undone, both of us clinging.

And when it’s over, he holds me tight, stroking my hair, whispering everything he’s ever felt but never said until now.

“I’ve got you,” he breathes. “Always.”

Xar curls up behind me, tucking his face into my neck, wrapping an arm over my waist. We’re tangled together – knotted, bonded, claimed.

One alpha left. And I already know how I want it to end.

I wait for Blaise’s knot to deflate and then I roll onto my side, blinking slowly. My heart is still pounding from Blaise’s bite. From Xar’s earlier knot. From the overwhelming truth that I’m theirs .

Forever.

But there’s one more piece to fall into place. And he’s right there – watching me like I might slip through his fingers if he so much as breathes wrong.

Dane.

My calm. My caretaker. My anchor in the storm. And the one I had to work hardest to reach.

He kneels at the edge of the nest, shirtless, thighs spread, looking so utterly wrecked and beautiful it punches the air from my lungs. His eyes burn into mine, molten and unblinking.

I lift my hand toward him. “Come here.”

His jaw clenches. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I whisper. “Please, Daddy.”

His eyes flash.

In a single heartbeat, he’s across the space, crawling over the sheets, moving with the same careful control that always sets me on fire.

“I’m last,” he says quietly. “Because I had to be sure.”

“You’re sure now?” I ask.

Something in him cracks. He cups my cheek, leans in, and kisses me – long and deep and reverent. His scent swells – all-consuming and warm – and then his mouth trails from my lips to my jaw, down to my neck.

“I didn’t think I could do this,” he admits, voice thick. “Didn’t think I deserved this. You. Not after what I lost. Not after everything I’ve kept buried. But you…you tore me open, Evie. You’ve made me believe again. And I’m not scared anymore.”

A sob catches in my throat, soft and real. “Then don’t hold back.”

He kisses me, slow and deep and reverent, and I melt for him all over again. There’s nothing frantic here. Just need, and want, and the aching sweetness of finally getting to choose him too.

When we break apart, he presses his forehead to mine. “I want this to be gentle.”

“Then make love to me,” I whisper. “Let me feel all of you.”

He does.

He lays me down so carefully, running his hands down my body like he’s memorising it all – every dip, every scar, every soft swell. When he enters me, it’s with a groan so full of longing it makes my chest ache.

The stretch is perfect. Familiar and new all at once.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, hips rolling into mine. “You feel like home.”

I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, arching into him. “You are my home.”

We move together slowly, bodies slick with heat and bond-scent, skin sliding against skin. His strokes are deep and steady, grounding, like he’s giving me everything he has – without words, without fear. Just love.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “So soft. So open for me.”

Tears slip from the corners of my eyes. Not from pain. Not even from the pleasure. Just the overwhelming truth of it all.

Of them. Of us.

“I love you,” I breathe. “I love all of you – but I think I needed you most.”

His rhythm stutters, emotion breaking through. His lips find mine again – tender, shaking. “You saved me too, omega. Let me show you.”

I nod, my body already winding tight again, the pleasure building slow and thick inside me. “I’m close, Daddy.”

“Come for me, then,” he says hoarsely. “Let me feel it before I claim you.”

And I do.

The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, heat and light and trembling limbs. I cry out his name, clinging to him as my body pulses around him, drawing him deeper, pulling him closer.

He shudders, chest vibrating with a low growl. “Mine.”

His lips brush over my bond scars. Then his teeth close around the final space between them, sinking deep.

I gasp – sharp and perfect – as the bond sears into place, lighting up every cell in my body.

This time I see stars. It’s not just pain.

It’s not even just pleasure. It’s truth.

It’s like opening a door I didn’t know existed, only to find his soul waiting for me on the other side.

Strong. Steady. Everything I never thought I’d deserve.

Dane pours his soul into the bond, and I feel everything – his gentleness, his strength, his joy, his grief, his hope and awe. His utter, devastating devotion. His love is a quiet, stormy thing, endless and protective and fierce in a way I’ve never known.

When he pulls back, eyes shining, I’m lost. But my omega knows what to do, and together, we bite him back. When the final bond clicks into place, like a golden tether of light inside my chest, the world shifts.

I’m whole. We all are. I sob into his chest, overwhelmed, breathless with the weight of everything we are now.

He groans into my skin, thrusting once, twice more before his knot swells, locking us together as he spills deep inside me. I feel every pulse of it – every claiming wave of warmth, every heartbeat pounding in sync with mine.

And then…stillness.

His weight settles over me, his arms cradling my head, his lips brushing my temple. He watches me with a reverence that borders on holy. “You okay?” he whispers.

My heartbeat stutters and I nod, breathless. “More than okay.”

He nuzzles closer, purring against my skin. “We’re yours now. All three of us. Forever.”

I turn my head and find Xar curled on one side, Blaise stretched out on the other, both watching with soft, stunned smiles. And I feel it – those threads of bond singing between us, shimmering and new.

“I can feel you,” I whisper. “All of you. In here.” I touch my chest.

“Same,” Xar says softly.

“Yeah,” Blaise murmurs. “I’ve never known a feeling like this. It’s like you’re in my blood now.”

Dane strokes my hair. “You always were.”

I exhale slowly, the last of the tension leaving me.

I was terrified once – of being seen, of being wanted, of being too much. But now? Now I’m held. Claimed. Cherished.

Their arms wrap around me, heartbeats syncing with mine, bond marks still humming where their teeth found home.

There’s no space between us. Only warmth. Only safety. Only home .

Three marks. Three alphas. One pack.

I lie in the nest as they curl around me, hands stroking my hair, fingers brushing reverent circles over each bond. I’ve never felt so full. So complete. So loved .

“I love you,” I whisper.

They don’t need to say it back.

They answer with touch. With scent. With breath.

Through the bond, I feel it: Forever .