Page 150 of Bound By Song

He leans up, mouth shiny with my slick, eyes molten. “So fucking polite. But not yet. You’re going to come on my fingers first. You’re going to fall apart for me like the perfect little omega you are, and then I’ll fuck you full. Promise.”

He thrusts deeper, faster, curling his fingers with each stroke until I’m crying out, grabbing the sheets, legs trembling uncontrollably.

“Blaise— Blaise, I’m?—”

“Come for me,” he demands. “Right now, Evie. Soak my fucking hand.”

And I do.

With a sharp gasp and a keening cry, I break apart, hips jerking wildly, slick flooding around his fingers as the orgasmhits me like lightning. I’m vaguely aware of Blaise moaning, praising me, stroking me through it – but I can’t focus. Everything inside me is melting, desperate for the next wave.

I blink at him, dazed.

And then I reach for him.

“Now,” I whisper hoarsely. “Please, Alpha. I need your cock.”

His mouth finds my nipple and he sucks hard, tongue teasing the sensitive peak as he thrusts his fingers deeper, his palm grinding against my clit.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmurs against my skin. “So tight, so fucking perfect. I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock. You want that, don’t you? You want me to stretch this sweet little cunt open and make it mine?”

“Yes!” I cry. “I want it— I want your cock, I want your knot— I want all of you!”

He bites down gently on my breast, just enough to make me gasp, then kisses the spot reverently. “You’re mine,” he whispers. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I breathe. “Yours, Blaise. Just…please. More?—”

He removes his fingers slowly, sucking them into his mouth with a deep groan. “You taste like you were made to be devoured,” he says, eyes heavy-lidded and dark with lust. “But I want you to come again first. I want to feel you fall apart so fully that you’re wrecked.”

He slides down between my legs again, hooking them over his shoulders as he settles in, and then – god.

His tongue flicks against my clit, fast and relentless, and I scream, grabbing at his hair, holding him there. He moans into me like he’s starving, like my slick is the only thing he’s ever wanted.

“Blaise,” I cry. “I’m— Oh fuck, I’m?—”

“Come for me,” he orders roughly. “Be a good girl and give it to me. Let me feel it, honeybee. Flood my fucking face.”

It hits me like lightning – my whole body locking up, shattering around him as I ride the wave of my orgasm. I shake, thighs clamped around his head, mouth open in a silent cry. And he doesn’t stop. He licks me through it, groaning like he’s the one coming, like the taste of me is enough to undo him completely.

When the tremors finally subside, I collapse back onto the mattress, dazed and panting.

“Fuck,” I whisper, too wrecked to think, let alone move.

Blaise kisses his way up my body, pausing to nibble the curve of my waist, the swell of my breast, the soft underside of my jaw. When he reaches my mouth, he kisses me slow and deep and filthy, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

“Ready for more?” he murmurs, cock heavy and hard against my thigh.

I nod, already trembling again. Am I? Can I breathe? Can I handle more?

Yes!My omega screams like three orgasms is just a warm up round.

“Yes. Give it to me. I need your knot, Blaise. Please, fuck me.” I swear that’s not even me speaking. My omega has taken over.

His growl is pure, unfiltered need. “Fucking hell, omega. You want it that bad? You want me to fill you up and lock us together?”

“Yes! Knot! Want to feel it. Want to be yours.”

His eyes flash. “You already are.”

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