Bond Of Beast Desire Novels & Stories

“Kael, she could walk into every room dressed in gold and fire and it still wouldn’t move me. You walk in with sleep in your eyes and I lose my mind trying not to pin you to the wall.” That made me blink. “I don’t care what the laws say,” he continued, voice dropping to a low murmur. “I don’t care what the throne expects. I’m not bonded to her. I’m bonded to you. You’re the one my soul called for. You’re the one who carries my scent. My pup.” My throat tightened. “I feel like I’m missing something,” I said. “But not memories. It’s more like… there’s something buzzing under my skin and I can’t name it.”

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to concentrate on anything when I can feel your desire through the bond?" "You're the one who woke me up with your mouth on my—" I gasped as his hand found exactly the right spot, his fingers parting my slick pussy lips and circling my clit. A soft, sweet moan escaped me, "Mmm, oh Damon..." My hips bucked instinctively, coating his fingers with my wetness. “Ours,” a deep, rumbling voice growled through the bond, raw and primal. “Need to claim. I need her. Always.”

The breeze teased her hair, lifting strands and wrapping them around her throat like ethereal fingers, a mocking imitation of my own possessive urges. She was still, devastating in her quiet strength. Mine. The word echoed in my skull, primal and undeniable. The bond hit me like a drug—deep, primal, no longer just pain or panic but pure, aching need that roared through my blood, drowning every rational thought, every fear, every wall I’d painstakingly built. The beast inside didn’t give a fuck about strategy or weakness or the risks of letting her in. It saw its mate, alone and vulnerable, and demanded I claim her.

My hands gripped her completely, teeth grazing, tongue teasing, wolf pressing fully against hers, marking, claiming, merging in desire and blood and fire. The magical bond erupted then - a shimmering glow that pulsed along every mark we’d left on each other, spiraling up our arms, across our chests, connecting heart to heart, wolf to wolf, mate to mate. Heat, sweat, desire, blood, wolf energy, and magic intertwined. We were fused, fire and flesh, animal and human, bonded fully in a way that no force could break.

"Centuries ago before the creation of man. The moon and the earth were one living in perfect harmony. Then man was created by Yahweh placed incharge over every living, breathing being on earth. He dominated and ruled. The moon was a female deity called Luna worshipped by humans. Once every lunar eclipse a praise sacrifice is performed in her honour, she comes down to earth along with her two beautiful daughters. The eldest daughter Crescent fell in love with Chukwuma an Ozo title holder Nze na orzoh before the colonial administration. Chukwuma was a wealthy and respected during his time. Although her mother Luna was distrust over the matter, she allowed her daughter to marry the human. They

“Nothing. No medicines or potions can stop the primal functions of the beast inside you. Nothing can stop the beast from reacting to his mate. Medications won't let your beast out, but the beast wouldn't back down when he needs his mate and when she needs him. The only possible way is letting her go, which could ruin you if done. And I don't think it will be easy for your beast to live without her.” Anthony scoffed. So absurd. Something couldn't stop the hybrid, but he would deny the god-damned beast of his so-called desires. A notable part of the discussion crossed his mind. “So the bond affects Kayla too?” “Given the blood oath and the mating bond… yes.”

"The Beast doesn't think. It feels. It desires. What do you desire, Kaima?" My breath hitched. My body felt like it was melting into his. "I want... I want to be strong." "Liar," he growled, his grip tightening. "You want what I want. You want to stop pretending that this bond isn't screaming for us to be one." He was right. The resonance was thrumming in my veins, a rhythmic pull that made every nerve ending in my body scream for his touch. I forgot about the training. I forgot about the Council. I only wanted him.

the beast's eternal obsession The musicians struck a deep, rhythmic tempo on the drums, the primal beat echoing through the clearing and vibrating straight through the dirt beneath their feet. Leonhart moved first. He didn't dance with the rigid formality of the high courts; his steps were fluid, powerful, and predatory, circling me like a wolf marking its territory. His bare, sweat-slick chest caught the golden glare of the bonfire, his muscles flexing with every shift of his weight. Every move he made was designed to keep me pinned beneath his intense, unyielding gaze.my heart hammered against my ribs, but as the drums grew louder, the heavy gold energy of the mating bond pulsed beneath my

Two women bound to the same flame of memory. The Beast recoiled at the sound. For the first time since the Hollow’s fall, Maxim felt it hesitate. Zara stepped closer. “You’re still here. I know you are. Don’t let that thing speak for you.” “I can’t hold it,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “It tasted the crown. It doesn’t want chains anymore.” “Then don’t chain it,” she whispered. “Anchor it. To us.” Her words slid into him like a key turning in a lock. Anchor. Not cage. He reached for the bond that had always burned between them—bright as moonfire, strong as blood. He found it waiting, pulsing through the wreckage like a buried heartbeat.

The attraction. The pulse of desire that made my stomach flip and my hands tremble ever so slightly. I took a step closer, heart racing. “You mean it,” I said softly, testing him. “You keep reminding me that its a contract. Did you mean it or you're just… acting protective ” He studied me again, his gray eyes hardening for a fraction of a second before softening. “You are mine,” he said simply, definitively, “as much as a contract allows. And I will not let her or anyone else undermine that.”