Bond Of Beast Desire Novels & Stories

Bond. I turned to him, voice barely steady. “Is that what you want? To… claim me? Just to silence them?” His eyes burned gold again, but this time it wasn’t anger. It was hunger. His hand cupped my face, thumb brushing my lower lip. “No,” he murmured, so close I could taste his breath. “I want to claim you because every part of me already does.” The bond flared white-hot, and for one dangerous heartbeat, I wanted nothing more than to let him.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Ronan yelled, pulling Selene to the ground just as the earth split open before them. something emerged—a creature of nightmare. Its skin was molten, black as coal, and it towered over them, its eyes glowing with a fiery rage. Its massive form loomed, an embodiment of pure destruction, its presence suffocating, as though it could collapse the very air around them. It was the Beast. The one the ritual had awakened. And it was hungry.

My heart raced, in an urgency as my hands held tightly onto the collar of his shirt pulling him down to me in a desperate need to taste him while he was devouring me. His kiss was hungry, a collision of desire and longing that left me breathless. His like moved against mine in a desperation, as if he could not get enough of me. His hand slid around the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, holding me in a passionate grip that sent shivers down my spine.

Only the bond, the fire, the heat that made my wolf quiver and my body ache with delicious tension. “You’re mine.” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine again, breath ragged. “And I’m never letting you go. Not now. Not ever.” I laughed breathlessly, shivering and shaking against him. “Good,” I whispered. “Because I don’t want you to.” And the bond flared, hot and all-consuming, as the lake sparkled, the wind whispered through the trees, and the forest held its breath, waiting for us to finally collapse into the fire of desire we’d held at bay for far too long.

Beau startled before me and I pulled him in. “That means that your bond is my chosen one, and we come back together every life. Our paths cross, because we choose it,” I let him know and he stilled, wrapping me up in his arms and holding me tightly. “What do you mean divine bond?” Wyatt wanted to know. “I suppose she is what you would consider your mate, at least how Bri explained it.” I stilled and looked over Beau’s shoulder at Wyatt. Beau turned to face him. There was a moment of dominance between them.

The kiss was desperate, claiming, punishing. He wasn’t just kissing me. He was taking back what was his. And I let him. Because no matter how much I wanted to run— No matter how much I wanted to fight for my independence— I could never run from Damien Blackwood. Because I belonged to him. I'm his Luna and he is my mate

But now, hearing her vow to stand beside him—not out of fear, but out of choice—something inside him shifted. This was no longer about possession. This was about an unbreakable bond. The priest blessed their union, and as he gave the final words, Dante wasted no time. He grasped Isla’s face in his hands and crashed his lips against hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was a claim, a silent oath, a fire that burned between them. The church erupted in applause, but neither of them cared. This was their moment. And nothing else mattered. The Reception: A Celebration Drenched in Power

“You’ll do anything?” I forced myself to nod, my throat tight. “Yes.” He took another step forward, close enough now that I could feel the unnatural chill radiating off of him. The scent of him was strange—smoky, metallic, but laced with something undeniably wolf. Damien Thorne might be part vampire, but he was still one of us. Not that it made him any less dangerous. He reached out, tracing a single, gloved finger along the edge of my jaw. I froze, every muscle locking up as his touch sent a ripple of something unnatural through me. Not pain. Not quite fear. But something in between.

She asked. Ethan shut his eyes tightly. "I just met her few weeks ago, she kidnapped and tortured me. How could she be my mate?" He asked in confusion. "She was your mate the instant you left you mother's womb. You were already bonded together and that can not be broken. Except by rejection which would cause her death." Alexa made him understand. "Argh!" Ethan screamed due to a sharp pain on his chest. "What?" Alexa ran to him as he went crouching down.