Bond Of Beast Desire Novels & Stories

Ever so slowly, I started to move against him. Leaning down, he captured my lips again. Not a word was said. For I felt he could feel my emotions through the bond. Rocking slowly on top of him, I found a rhythm that suited us both. Moaning, I held his hand against my chest. Looking into his eyes, I could see the swirl of confusion and love. Picking up the pace, I continued to ride him till we both found our release. At the last moment, I gave into my desire feeling my canines grown, I leaned forward and marked him. The bond snapped into place, like a rubber band pulled too tight.

I frown, “I don’t want to hurt you.” “I know, but I can handle a little pain if it means being completely bonded to you,” he smiles. “My mum never marked my dad, and they’re fully bonded, and she can even link with Nero,” I point out. “I think the Goddess makes some allowances for unique pairings. Canines or not, I want you to mark me, Sorrell. I want to feel your teeth sinking into my flesh as you make me yours,” he says, his voice turning breathy as the fingers of his right-hand trail down my neck causing me to gulp and my eyes to flutter closed, “You want that too, don’t you?” he whispers, brushing his lips against mine causing my insides to throb with need. I weakly nod my head as he tra

The bond pulsed white-hot, dragging her heartbeat into sync with his, igniting heat and adrenaline that made it impossible to distinguish fear from desire. “Damien… I can’t—” she gasped, breath hitching, body trembling. “Yes, you can,” he snapped, voice low, primal, urgent. “The bond is ours. Always. Feel it, Emilia. Feel me. Let it guide you.” Her wolf whined inside her, trembling with the pull of his aura, desperate to sink into him, to meld. She pressed herself closer, every nerve alive, the heat between them flaring hotter with every step.

Then I felt it. The bond. It ignited like fire over my chest—blue markings forming, ancient and bold. I looked down and there it was, burning on her neck, a golden sun just below her ear. Her hands clutched at me like lifelines, her thoughts crashing into mine through the bond. I could feel it all—her confusion, her need, her complete surrender. She was breaking—and it wasn’t pain. It was pure desire. A kind of hunger that mirrored mine. “Fuck, Little Wolf,” I growled low, lips brushing her jaw. “Just how long have you been starving?”

Desire and instinct intertwined, the bond thrumming with energy that was raw, powerful, dangerous. Ronan's hands slid to my hips, pulling me flush against him. His lips brushed my ear. "I've waited too long to touch you," he whispered. "Too long to feel you like this." I shivered, hips pressing against him instinctively. The bond surged, responding to our closeness, amplifying the warmth, the need, the pulse of life inside me. The triplets stirred, tiny bursts of awareness that guided my own sensations, grounding me even as desire flared uncontrollably.

“I… I want it. I want… to bond fully with you.” A grin curved his lips, sharp and dangerous. “Good. Because this… this is more than sex. This is claiming. You mark me, I mark you. Every bite, every scratch, every kiss… it makes the bond stronger. Do you understand?” “Yes,” I whispered, heart hammering, body alive. “I… I understand.” He pressed closer, hands roaming possessively over my curves. Every touch made my breath catch. My wolf coiled tighter, surging with anticipation, desire, and instinct. He was mine. And I was his.

Collapsing in a sweaty satisfied heap. Afterward as we lay facing each other I traced the line of his jaw. "I am ready Ronan. For pups. For whatever family we can build." His eyes softened. Amber depths full of love. "Then we start soon. I want little ones with your gray eyes and my stubbornness." We fell asleep wrapped in each other. The bond a constant comforting glow. The story of Broken Bond, Burning Desire had become legend among the packs. Told to teach about forgiveness and the power of true mates. But for us it was simply life. Beautiful. Hard won. Eternal.

"That's fear." "Is it?" He set down the glass, stalked toward me like a predator. I backed up until I hit the wall. He caged me in, arms on either side of my head, close enough that I could smell his cologne and the whiskey on his breath. "Fear and desire look remarkably similar, princess. But I can tell the difference." "You're delusional." "Am I?" His hand came up to trace my jawline, feather-light. "Then why are you trembling?"

"You should be with Isolde." His reply comes fast. "Worry about yourself, Bran. Trust me, you can't hold that beast much longer. Even a night hunt won't be enough to settle it. You need sex. Long and hard." I swallow, gaze dropping to my trembling fingers. He is right. But I can't give in to this. "Should I arrange a Gamma or an Omega?" My beast growls low at the suggestion. Not with want, with rejection. It wants her. She is human. She can't take us.

AJ laid back down and extended his hand. “What?” Ed shook his hand but frowned. “You came to save me and Mommy. You’re really like Beast. He came to help Belle. Mommy isn’t Belle, but she’s also beautiful. So it still fits.” AJ shook Ed's hand with earnest gratitude. “I’ll always come. Whenever YOU need help, I’ll come.” Ed stroked AJ’s head, who, of course, looked delighted. He had his own personal 'Beast', who was there for him. Naturally, he welcomed it warmly.