Novel & Cerita Bond Of Beast Desire

he growled low, dangerous, “I want you begging for my dick. I want you choosing me. I want you to scream my name because you want to not because the bond demands it.” I moaned broken, desperate hips rocking against my hand.“I’m close…”“Then come for me,” he commanded voice dark, velvet. “Come thinking about how I’ll fill you. How I’ll knot you. How I’ll mark you so deep no one will ever question who you belong to.”The words filthy, possessive, reverent pushed me over.I shattered crying out his name thighs shaking, inner walls pulsing around nothing, juices gushing over my fingers, soaking the silk, dripping onto the furs.He groaned long, tortured through the link.“Fuck… Elara…”I collapsed ba

The King returned. But this time— Lyra still felt him beneath the darkness. Still felt the terrifying love anchoring every violent instinct inside him. The Hollow God studied them carefully. “You still do not understand.” Its countless eyes narrowed. “The First Bond does not merely strengthen emotion.” A pause. “It manifests desire.” Cold unease crawled down Lyra’s spine. “What does that mean?” The creature laughed quietly. “It means whatever you want most…” Its gaze shifted slowly between them. “…the bond will eventually attempt to give it to you.”

The bond was theirs, reforged in fire and pain, unbreakable now. Troy’s hands traced over her back, sliding under her hair, tilting her face upward to meet his gaze. The gold in his eyes blazed with desire and love, with devotion that went beyond flesh. Daisy shivered, feeling her body respond, the pull of the mate bond twisting her insides into yearning. “Do you feel it?” he murmured, fingers curling around her jaw. “The bond? It’s stronger now. You and me. Unshakable.”

By choosing a partner rather than sticking with the one fate gifted you, you’ll be happy, but you won’t be as strong or as complete as you should be. Any beast can be bonded. Bonds are aware of ranks although some beasts reject a bond with a beast that is of a lower rank than they are, but that’s just ridiculous. Every person has his own strengths and weaknesses no matter what your rank. You could be a Sire and be a total dickhead or a worker with a heart of gold.

She closed her eyes in resignation, hiding her humiliation and defiance. Unbeknownst to her, her vulnerability only fueled his desire to conquer. He kissed her passionately, skillfully igniting the fire within her. Soon, broken whimpers escaped her lips, satisfying him. His grip intensified, leaving red marks on her pale skin, a declaration of his dominance. She winced in pain, opening her eyes. Her dark, helpless gaze reflected his image, inciting his fervor even more. His deep kisses left her breathless, pliant in his arms like water.

"And I'm yours. That's what the mate bond MEANS. You don't get to offer yourself to anyone else. You don't get to even PRETEND you would." Through the bond, I feel her emotions shifting—fear, defiance, and underneath, arousal. She's not afraid of me, not really. She's excited. My beast notices and purrs with dark satisfaction. "I wasn't actually going to..." she starts. "I know." I'm right in front of her now. "I felt it through the bond, felt your desperation, felt that you weren't really attracted to him. But that doesn't change what you tried. Doesn't change that you were willing to use your body to escape me."

The bond flared violently, intertwining with the surge of lust and power, making their hearts beat as one. “Kiss me,” she whispered. “I need you now.” Rylan obeyed immediately, lips crushing hers, teeth grazing her jaw in a fierce, possessive hunger. Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and the intensity of the bond amplified every sensation—pain, pleasure, desperation, power. The magic between them screamed, roaring with the fire of their connection.

“You don't know what you're talking about. There's no way on this earth we would be mates.” Alpha Caius did not care whether or not she was melting into the wall. He moved even closer, and looked at her from head to toe. “You're Omega Wolf, aren't you?” No, she wasn't going to answer that. “Talk to me, wolf. Are you?” “I'm not an Omega Wolf.” “Why then didn't you notice the bond we share?” He was getting too close, so he moved back. “You're an Omega Wolf. Come clean about it. Tell me the truth already, weak Daphne.”

Bessie said hurriedly leaving the room. "He hasn't accepted the fact that we are mates yet and I don't think he would, he is a philanderer." "Then you should make him accept it." Hannah suggested and I looked at her skeptically. "He feels it. I know he does. It happens to all mates. They feel the urge to always be with their mates and perhaps he is fighting it. It's called the effect of the mate bond. He is affected by your touch use it to your benefit." She replied thoughtfully.

I used the one tool I had to lure her here: her curiosity and that damn serial killer discussion group I infiltrated. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “There’s no escape. Once we’re alone, you’re mine.” * * * Her scream came out as a hiss of air, and I couldn’t resist adding to her suffering. To see the arrogance in her eyes, for all the times she laughed and put me down, to be outweighed by the power I now held over her. “Relax. This is your secret fantasy... a kidnapping Jeffery Dahmer style.” The effect I had wanted showed in the widening of her eyes, but she slumped down in the seat, unable to get her arms and legs to work. Payback was bliss.