Page 123 of Bound By Song

Evie’s lips part. “Was that…were we?—?”

“Yeah, I’m so fucking sorry, Evie,” I say grimly, dragging a hand through my hair. “You were still live.”

Her hand goes to her mouth. “Oh god.”

“Hey.” I reach for her again, this time carefully taking the guitar away before pulling her up and into my arms. “Don’t panic. It’s done. It’ll be fine. You didn’t say your name. No oneknowsfor sure.”

“But theyknow,” she whispers. “They’ll figure it out.”

“We’ll deal with it. Together. I promise.”

She trembles in my arms, so I kiss her. Not to distract. Not to seduce. Just to remind her that she’s not alone in this – not ever again.

She kisses me back. Fierce. Needy.

I back her against the edge of the piano, cupping her jaw as her hands fist in my band hoodie.

“Let me show you,” I murmur between kisses. “What you mean to me.”

She nods, breathless. “Please.”

I drop to my knees, lifting her gently onto the edge of the covered piano keys. Her thighs part without hesitation, scent flooding out – ripe and sweet andso fucking hers.

Mine.

She’s already soaked.

I groan and dive in.

She gasps, fingers tangling in my hair as I lick a long, slow stripe through her slick. She’s not wearing any fucking underwear and I swear, if I’d have known that hours ago, I would have had her for breakfast not five cinnamon rolls.

My hands slide under her thighs, fingers spreading possessively over her hips as I anchor her to the piano. She’s flushed, panting, legs already trembling – and I haven’t even tasted her yet.

I kiss my way up the inside of one thigh, slow and teasing, letting my breath skim over slick skin. Her scent hits me like a punch to the chest – thick and sweet and unmistakably hers.

“Fuck, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “You smell like heaven and heat and everything I’ve ever wanted. You know what this scent does to me?”

She gasps, her hands clutching at my shoulders, already writhing.

“You’ve been dripping for me since I walked in here, haven’t you?” I drag my tongue slowly along the crease of her thigh. “Soaked through for your alpha. So fucking eager.”

“Blaise,” she whimpers, breath hitching. “Please?—”

“Oh, you don’t have to beg, sweetheart,” I croon. “I’m gonna give it to you. Gonna feast on this perfect little pussy until you can’t remember your own name.”

Her whole body arches as I finally, finally drag my tongue through her folds. I groan into her – she’s soaking wet, sweet and slick and already fluttering around nothing.

“Taste so fucking good,” I mutter, tongue circling her clit. “This cunt was made for me. You hear me?Madefor my mouth. It’s a fucking travesty that we’ve been together all this time and I’ve only just got a taste of you, but don’t worry, I plan to make up for lost time.”

She cries out, thighs trembling as I flick and suck and roll her clit between my lips. Every time she whimpers, I do it again, mapping out exactly how she likes it. She’s panting now, hips bucking despite her best effort to stay still.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur against her. “Taking everything I give you. So perfect for me. My sweet, slick omega.”

I slip two fingers inside her, slow and deep, curling them just right. She moans, loud and desperate, hips canting forward like she can’t get enough.

“God, look how tight you are,” I growl, watching her fall apart. “Clenching around me like you’re trying to keep me in. You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna soak my fucking hand like a good girl?”

“Yes— Fuck— Yes!” she sobs, fingers fisting in my hair.

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