Page 170 of Bound By Song

“Shh,” I whisper, kissing her temple. “I’ve got you, little one. Just let me take care of you.”

She nods frantically, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

“Okay,” I say softly, voice breaking. “Okay, Evie. I’ll help. I’m here.”

And I mean it.

This time – I won’t hold back.

I lower myself gently over her, keeping most of my weight off as I brace on my forearms. Her breath catches when our chests brush, nipples brushing mine, and she lets out the smallest, neediest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Hi,” I whisper, voice shaking as I brush her hair from her damp brow.

She blinks up at me, lips trembling. “Hi.”

And then she pulls me in.

Our mouths meet softly at first – tentative and warm, all heat and affection and everything I’ve been too afraid to give. Her lips part on a sigh and I kiss her deeper, letting it build. My hand cups her cheek, thumb stroking the soft line of her jaw as her fingers curl into my shoulders.

She tastes like desperation and honey and the sweetness of her scenting heat, and it goes straight to my fucking head.

“Oh, Evie,” I murmur, breaking away only to kiss down the slope of her throat. “You’re so perfect.”

She whimpers and lifts her hips again, grinding slick against my thigh. “Alpha – please. I need you. Don’t stop.”

I shudder, dragging my mouth down her chest, kissing between the swell of her breasts. My hand finds her hip, holding her still as I taste her skin, scenting her all over again.

“I’m here,” I promise, kissing my way back up to her lips. “Not going anywhere. Gonna take care of you, omega.”

She moans at the word, arching beneath me.

“You like that?” I murmur, nosing along her cheek. “Being called mine?”

“Yes.” Her voice breaks. “I need it – I needyou.”

I kiss her again, slower this time, pouring everything I’ve been holding back into the way our mouths fit. She’s trembling under me, needy and wet and so heartbreakingly vulnerable, but I feel her strength too – in the way she kisses back, in the way she whispers my name like a lifeline.

“Want me to touch you?” I murmur, my lips brushing hers. “Make it better?”

“Please,” she whispers. “Please, Alpha.”

My control shatters.

I trail my hand down between her thighs, stroking her slick folds, and she gasps – hips jerking, eyes fluttering shut. She’s soaked. So fucking ready.

“You’re burning up, baby,” I whisper against her throat. “You need to come. Need to feel good.”

She nods frantically, her hands grabbing at my back, my shoulders, anything to keep me close. “Need your fingers. Your mouth. Anything.”

I groan and slide down her body, settling between her legs, kissing the soft inside of her thighs. She smells divine – like heat and honey and everything I’ve ever wanted.

Then I lick her.

One slow, deliberate stroke of my tongue from her entrance to her clit, and sheshatters– back arching, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Dane—Fuck— Oh my god?—”

I purr for her, deep and constant, and she melts under the sound.

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