Page 151 of Bound By Song

The words crash over me, hot and final and right. My whole body pulses in response, slick and shivery, my omega surging to the surface like she’s been unleashed.

“Show me,” I whisper. “Claim me, Blaise.”

He growls – a sound so deep and primal it vibrates through my chest – and shifts, spreading my thighs wider with his hands.His cock drags through my folds, thick and hot and aching, and I swear I can feel my bodyreachfor him.

“Look at you,” he rasps, positioning himself at my entrance. “You’re trembling. So ready for me. For this.”

I nod, breathless. “I need it. Please – don’t make me wait anymore.”

His forehead drops to mine, and for a beat, we just breathe. His scent wraps around me – thick and dizzying. It fills my lungs. Fillsme.

Then he moves.

The head of his cock presses in, stretching me slowly – inch by aching inch – and I gasp, clawing at his shoulders, my body lighting up from the inside out. He’s too much, and still not enough. I need all of him.

“Blaise,” I cry, back arching.

His lips brush mine, tender even now.

“You’re about to get everything you asked for, sweetheart.”

“Please,” I gasp, writhing beneath him. I don’t know what I’m begging for anymore – more touch, more pressure, more of him – but I can’t stop. My body is humming with need, too slick, too sensitive, too ready. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Nothing even close.

He drags his nose along my jaw, inhaling deeply. “You smell like fucking heaven,” he growls, voice low and rough. “Sweet and ripe and desperate for me. For my knot. Is that what you want, omega?”

I nod frantically, my fingers fisting in the sheets. “Yes – yes, Blaise, I need it – I need you.”

He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through my bones. “Look at you. So pretty like this. So messy and open and wet for me. You’ve never begged before, have you?”

“No,” I pant, shameless now. “But I’ll beg for you.”

That earns me a sharp thrust of his hips against mine – just enough to make me whimper, not enough to satisfy. The head of his cock slides through my slick, coating him, teasing me, making me cry out at the overwhelming need.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re soaked, Evie. So ready for me. You were made for this – made for me.”

I don’t correct him. Can’t. My omega is purring so loudly inside me I can barely hear my own thoughts. All I know is that this – this ache, this fire – is only eased when he’s touching me. Only soothed when he’s inside me.

His mouth crashes to mine with a desperation that mirrors my own, the taste of myself still slick on his lips. It only spurs me on. I kiss him back wildly, hungrily, nipping and sucking, trying to crawl into him – like if I can just get close enough, the ache inside me might finally settle.

Blaise groans against my mouth as I tug at his shirt. “Off. Take it off. I need to feel you.”

“Bossy little omega,” he murmurs, eyes flashing. “Should’ve known you’d be demanding.”

“You love it,” I shoot back, nails digging into his back as he pulls away just long enough to strip down, every inch of muscle revealed making my mouth water.

“Yeah,” he breathes, kneeling between my legs. “I fucking love it. And I fucking love you too.”

His hands settle on my hips, dragging me down the nest toward him with a growl so low and dangerous it makes my thighs part instinctively. I whimper when his cock brushes against me – thick, hard, hot.

“You want this?” he rasps. “Say it.”

“Blaise—”

“No,” he growls, teeth gritted as he lines himself up and presses just barely against me. “Tell me.”

“I want it,” I cry, nearly sobbing with need. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please.”

That’s all it takes.

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