Page 156 of Bound By Song

She snatches it up like she’s starving now – but as soon as Xar turns to grab a glass of juice, she launches the toast across the room. It flies past his shoulder and hits the floor in the hallway with a soft thud.

“Oi!” he ducks. “Uncalled for!”

“Done. Nest. Now. Alpha,” she warns, baring her teeth.

I lose it. I’m still half-hard, tangled in the nest, thoroughly knotted and stuck, but I laugh until my chest aches.

“Looks like you’ve got your hands full, mate. Tag me out. I’m going for a shower before she demands I do cartwheels.”

Evie growls again but doesn’t argue when I gently ease her off me. I kiss her forehead, murmur something about being quick, then head for the en suite – leaving Xar to deal with our very demanding, very naked, veryhornyomega.

When I glance back, she’s already crawling toward him on all fours, hunger burning in her eyes, and fuck my life, I know it’s going to have to be a cold shower.

XAR

She’s on all fours.

Pink-cheeked and wild-eyed, crawling toward me across the nest with the wrecked flush of Blaise’s knot still high on her skin. Her lips are slick and parted, her thighs trembling, her scent so sweet and sticky it makes my mouth water.

“Evie…” My voice is hoarse, warning and want tangled together.

She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t hesitate.

“Want your cock, alpha.”

It’s not a question. Not a shy suggestion. It’s a demand.

She reaches me and settles between my legs, fingers curling around my waist like they’ve got every right. Her gaze locks withmine – raw, feral,honest– and fuck if it doesn’t light my blood on fire.

“Need to taste you,” she whispers, and her voice – god, her voice – it’s ruined and breathless andmine.

I stiffen beneath her touch, already hard, already aching, already so far gone that one more breath from her could end me.

“Evie,” I say again, but this time it’s not a protest. It’s reverent.

Her fingers ghost across my hips, teasing, and I let her, because I’m helpless not to. Because she asked. Because I want this – wanther– more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

When my cock twitches, she doesn’t hesitate. She leans in and licks the bead of precum from the head, humming low in her throat like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

My hips buck. I can’t help it.

And then her mouth is on me.

Hot, wet heat surrounds me, and I throw my head back with a groan so deep it shakes my ribs.

“Fuck, Evie,” I gasp. “Just like that. So good for me.”

She moans around my cock, and the vibration almost undoes me. Her lips seal tighter, cheeks hollowing as she sucks me deeper.

I fist my hands, every muscle drawn tight with restraint.

She’s unrelenting. Messy. Beautiful. Worshipful.

And I amundone.

“Christ,” I groan, teeth clenched as her tongue swirls around the head, then flattens along the underside. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”

She hums again – pleased. Proud. Possessive.

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