Page 159 of Bound By Song

I nuzzle the side of her neck, scenting her, purring low and steady.

“I’ve got you now,” I murmur. “Just rest. I’ll hold you. You don’t have to do anything else.”

And I do.

Tucked into the nest, still knotted and wrapped around her, I hold her while her breath slows and her body melts into mine. Her scent curls around me like silk, and I know without question this is everything.Sheis everything. We owe her so much. She healed us. Improved us. Completed us.

I love her with all that I am.

She’s sprawled in the nest like sin itself, flushed and slick and needy, barely holding it together as she writhes between us.

My shirt’s long gone. Dane’s still wearing his band shirt, sleeves rolled, jaw tight. Always the steady one. The calm one. For the last three days, he’s been the caretaker. Cooking every meal. Making sure she drinks water. He braided her hair yesterday, tucked a blanket around her when she passed out mid-slicked orgasm, wiped her mouth when she got too dazed to swallow her tea.

Hell, he even smeared chapstick on her lips between kisses when they cracked.

But he hasn’t fucked her. Not once. Not even touched himself while watching. He’s been gentle, devoted, grounding her with his scent and murmuring comfort into her skin.

And it’s breaking her now.

Because she wants him. Needs him. And he keeps pulling away.

She’s panting, sweat shining across her skin, the nest a mess of tangled sheets and torn pillows. My hand’s still sticky fromwhere she came moments ago just from grinding against my thigh.

Blaise wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. hand. “Tell us what you want, omega.”

The way she looks at us – like we’re the only thing she’s ever needed – makes my cock twitch and my chest ache at the same time.

“Please,” she begs, flushed and shining, her voice broken with need. “I want both of you. I need you.”

I glance at Blaise, who’s already stripping off his shirt, eyes dark and wild. Fuck, he’s just as far gone as I am. But it’s Dane my gaze snags on next – still seated in the corner of the nest, silent. Watching. Not moving.

Evie notices too. Her face falls just slightly, but she tries to cover it by turning back to us, shuffling into place on all fours with a wanton little sway of her hips.

“Don’t think,” she says breathlessly, looking over her shoulder, “just fuck me. Together, alphas.”

Blaise growls and moves in front of her, kneeling and curling a hand around her jaw to kiss her. Deep. Possessive. Filthy.

I take my place behind her, my hands settling over the curve of her hips as I drag my cock through the wet, glistening mess between her thighs.

“Alpha,” she moans around Blaise’s mouth. “Need you – need both of you.”

“You’ll have us,” I promise, voice thick. “You’ll feel us everywhere, omega. You’ll be so fucking full.”

I push in slowly, giving her time to stretch around me. She arches back into it, greedy little whimper spilling from her lips, as Blaise pulls away just enough to let her breathe.

“You love that, huh?” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles down her cheek. “Having one cock inside you while you beg for another?”

She nods frantically, eyes glassy. “More. Want more.”

Blaise strokes himself, letting the head of his cock bump her lower lip. “Open up, sweetheart.”

She does, tongue darting out, and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I thrust deeper as Blaise eases into her mouth, both of us groaning as she takes it, lips stretching, throat relaxing as he guides her in with gentle praise.

“That’s it,” I mutter, rocking my hips slow and deep. “Taking both your alphas so well.”

“Look at you,” Blaise says, brushing her hair back from her face. “So good like this. Filthy little omega, just desperate to be used like a toy.”

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