Bond Of Beast Desire Novels & Stories

“And I want to fuck you on the kitchen counter before the coffee’s even done brewing.” I laughed, the sound light and freeing. “That sounds like a perfect day.” “But deeper…” he continued, his gaze intense. “I want a bond. Not just bodies. Souls. I want you to feel what I feel, even when I can’t say it. I want to be so connected that your pleasure is my pleasure, your peace is my peace.” He swallowed. “The beast… it’s possessive. It howls that you’re mine. But the man… the man wants to be yours. Wholly. Completely.”

My voice comes out in a frost. 'Something must give!' my beast pops out of his hibernation, 'do something!' I panic, 'Desiree." I drawl, "Come back to me." I say this time with more force than necessary. Zero. Zilch. Nada! 'Kiss her!' My beast screams, "she'll respond to the bond."

The beast in me was taking over, speeding me so fast she didn’t notice me coming up behind her. I bit into her neck again, laying claim to what I know to be mine. She’s my desire, and with the blood moon out and up, I am not missing my chance to mark her. I pulled my fangs out, licking the wound and kissing the mark, sealing my bond with her. She moaned, falling back on me as her knees buckled from the pleasure that was rushing through. “Shit,” she mumbled, sounding almost drunk off our bond. “You little bitch.”

“A bond blessed by the Great Goddess herself. It is a tether of gold and fire. You cannot sever it simply because you are afraid of the heat.” “How can I be bonded to a cursed beast?” Arielle snapped, her eyes snapping to the mirror, anger and confusion tangling in her chest. “But you once chose Arnold as your mate. Between Arnold and Ethan, who is the real beast?” The question struck clean and deep. Arielle opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. The memory of Arnold’s betrayal tasted like bitter ash and cold blood. “Please… don’t remind me,” she said, her voice cracking. But still…that doesn’t mean I should mate with him,” she said finally.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

His voice dropped to a low growl. “Mate.” The single word sent another pulse of need through me. I couldn’t help it — my thighs pressed together, seeking friction. He noticed. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. “Perhaps you will not even be the last girl I take in my long life,” he murmured, leaning closer, “because you are different. You are the one the bond has chosen. The one my beast recognized the moment it caught your scent in the forest.” I should have pushed him away. Instead, when his large hands settled on my knees and gently opened my legs, I let him.

"How do you...?" "I can see it in you. The hunger for something real. The desperation for a bond that actually fits." He reached out, his fingers stopping just short of my cheek. "I can give you that. Not the Goddess's pale imitation, but something ancient and true. A bond forged in power and choice, not divine manipulation." "At what cost?" I stepped back. "Lydia said Silverbloods don't give without taking. What do you want from me?" "Honestly?" His smile was almost sad. "Everything. Your loyalty, trust and presence. I'm not interested in half-measures or casual arrangements. If you accept this bond, you accept me. All of me, the monster and the man."

His eyes and whole face darkened immediately like a cloud as his hold on me tightened, to a point of almost pain. “Leaving?” . “Yeah, it's… it's a lot to think about.” Damon shut his eyes and pinched his nose bridge for some sweet seconds before opening them again, and this time they gazed back at me softly. “I know this is overwhelming, Hannah. But I want you to consider something.” Trust me, I've been considering many things. “What is it?” He took a deep breath, his eyes holding mine. “Our mate bond.” I furrowed my brows, gaze. “What about it?”

My heart felt lighter as I spoke the words, my smile so big it hurt my cheeks. "I accept our bond." His words rolled over me like a feather trailing over my sensitive flesh. I fell against his chest as my knees threatened to give out on me, but he stood firm, holding me up. 'Bite him. Mark him.' The voice came again, and I licked my lips as I considered giving in to the temptation. Tobias was right there and so fucking tempting. He was all I could see as the world around us seemed to grow bright in the night, and I couldn't stop myself even if I tried. "I accept our bond."

Damn it Linda. Storm and Linda were childhood best friends, so that explained why he was here. "Oh." I smiled and averted my eyes to a girl who came beside him. She was gorgeous. She had a model like thin tall perfect body with sleek long blonde hair and honey eyes and perfect white skin. Not only that, but she stood next to Storm wrapping her arm around his biceps as Storm stared down at her with so much love. A lump formed in my throat. "Samantha, meet my fiancée, Trisha." Storm smiled at her as she held out her hand.