Page 153 of Bound By Song

She moans, dragging her slick cunt along my shaft, teasing both of us until we’re both shaking. When she sinks down on me, slow and thick and fucking perfect, I groan so loud it vibrates the walls. Her head tips back, a cry ripping from her throat.

“Fuck— Blaise— So full?—”

“Yeah, you are.” I grip her hips, guiding her up and down, her rhythm messy, desperate. “Taking it like such a good girl. So greedy. So wet.”

She keens, burying her face in my neck, her scent drowning everything else. All I can taste, smell, breathe, is her.

She’s losing control. Her movements get more frantic, hips snapping against mine. She’s chasing it.

“Come for me,” I growl. “You want my knot? Then fall apart. Let me feel you break.”

“Please— Please, I’m so close—” she pants, trembling.

I bring my thumb to her clit, circling fast, and that’s it. She throws her head back with a scream, her cunt clenching around me in fluttering waves.

“Yes,” I snarl. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s it?—”

I grip her hips, flip her again – onto her hands and knees this time – and thrust back in from behind with a growl, chasing the heat still pulsing around my cock.

Her moans turn wild, primal, her back arching, hips rising to meet me without hesitation. She doesn’t ask why – I know she feels it too. The shift in instinct. The need. Her hands fist the blankets as I slide back in, and we both groan as I bottom out.

Her scent explodes, a bloom of sweet heat that hits me like a sledgehammer.

“Fuck, omega,” I growl, bracing myself over her. “You’re so fucking tight like this. You were made for this.”

She moans, needy and breathless, grinding her hips back against mine. “Please, Blaise…I need it. Knot me. Breed me – please, Alpha.”

I wrap a hand around her waist, the other splayed between her shoulder blades to hold her steady as I thrust harder, deeper, faster. The slap of skin on skin fills the nest, her cries bouncing off the walls. She’s perfect – open and writhing, flushed and slick and panting for more.

“You’re mine,” I grit out, every word laced with hunger and claim. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she sobs, head dropping forward. “Yours – please – I want it.”

And this time – I do lose it.

My knot swells fast, surging into place with a thick, possessive throb that locks me inside her. She gasps, then cries out, her body arching as it catches, holding me tight. Her cunt spasms around me, milking me, drawing every drop from deep inside.

“Blaise,” she moans. “Oh fuck— I can feel it?—”

“I’ve got you,” I breathe, leaning down to press my chest to her back, one arm wrapped around her middle, the other gently brushing her hair from her face. “You’re doing so good. Taking me so fucking perfectly, omega.”

And then I come – hard. Thick ropes of cum spill into her with every twitch of my cock, the pressure nearly unbearable in its intensity. I swear I can feel every pulse of her walls, every echo of her need, like we’re fused at the soul as well as the body.

Her whole body shakes with it, head dropping onto the pillows as she moans again, softer this time, fucked-out and full.

“You okay?” I murmur, kissing the shell of her ear, smoothing damp hair from her brow.

She nods slowly, eyes heavy-lidded and dreamy. “Full. So full.”

I grin, dropping a kiss to her cheek. “Yeah. That’s the idea.”

Her lashes flutter closed and she melts into me, her breath slowing. The sweet scent of her satisfaction clouds the air, warm and heavy, curling with the spice of my own.

I shift slightly, careful not to tug at where we’re locked. She sighs as I wrap my arms around her and guide us down onto our sides, curled together, still joined. I cradle her against my chest, one hand stroking over the curve of her hip, the other trailing lightly down her back, anchoring her while we wait for my knot to ease.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

Nowhere else she’ll ever need to be.

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