Page 162 of Bound By Song

My knot punches forward with a brutal, primal throb, swelling fast, locking me inside her with a force that makes her cry out again, this time in stunned, breathless pleasure.

A heartbeat later, Blaise groans, deep and guttural, and his knot forms too – pressing tight against mine from the opposite side, sealing her between us.

We both come hard – grinding deep, buried to the hilt, pumping her full with thick, possessive pulses of release.

She sobs, shaking, her body too wrung out to do anything but take it.

“You’re okay,” I pant, forehead against her back, one hand on her belly, the other stroking her hip. “You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

“Filled you so good, baby,” Blaise whispers, still buried to the root. “So fucking full.”

She nods slowly, dazed, crying softly – but not from pain. Not even from overwhelm.

Fromeverything.

From being seen. Held. Loved.

“I—” she starts, then breaks again, collapsing into the sheets.

We both move instantly, easing her down between us, untangling our limbs as best we can while still knotted. Blaise kisses her brow. I cradle her cheek.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper again, over and over, rubbing her back, wiping away tears with gentle thumbs. “You did so good.”

“You were perfect,” Blaise adds, curling around her protectively. “Our perfect little omega.”

Her lips part. “I love you.”

My heartstops.

Then starts again, louder than before.

I press my lips to her damp temple. “We love you too.”

Blaise’s voice is softer than I’ve ever heard it. “So fucking much.”

She sighs, utterly wrecked and utterly safe, sinking between us like there’s nowhere else she’ll ever belong.

And there isn’t.

She’s home.

But then I freeze. She starts crying in earnest.

Not soft tears –sobbing. Gut-deep, messy, uncontrollable. Her chest heaves, her throat catches on breath, and she folds forward, shaking so hard it knocks the air out of me.

My heart lurches.

“Evie,” I whisper, wrapping an arm around her back, hand splayed across her ribs. “Baby, what?—?”

She buries her face against Blaise’s throat, still trembling, still sobbing like her heart is breaking and it’s scaring the shit out of me.

She breaks.

“Why doesn’t he want me?” she sobs, and my throat clenches.

Dane.

Anger surges.