Bond Of Beasts Desires Novels & Stories

“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.

He desperately hoped not. "Please, say something, Madam Livia," Emeriel pleaded, his voice tinged with anxiety. The mere thought of becoming someone's bondmate, especially the beast's, sent shivers down his spine. The prospect was enough to induce a heart attack. Finally, Madam Livia let out a sigh, leaning against the wall. "I believe you all may be jumping to conclusions here," she spoke softly. "Perhaps the beast is simply fixated on your scent. It could be that you smell so good that it wanted more from where that scent came from."

He’s not a part of this. “I may not be a part of your four way relationship…” he says, as if he plucked my thought straight out of my head. I gape at him, my jaw hanging open so far someone could shove a baseball in it. “But I know their animals. I’ve been flying with Tanwen for well over a decade. Hunting with Scout and taking fights in the training field with Rowe. I know their beasts. Believe me when I tell you Daphne, if you love them you will accept this. It’s not about their human side wanting to be fathers, which they all very much want. It is carnal for their beasts. It is in their DNA. Mating with the female they love. Deny them that, and their beasts will tear them apart. It’ll mak

“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.

“Then choose someone else. Find an omega to spread for you. I will not be your beast’s mate.” The words hit like iron, but I only leaned down again, letting my breath scorch his lips. “The beast won’t take anyone now,” I said. “It wants only you.” I pressed once more—hard—drawing a sound he could not swallow. “Soon, Aurelian, neither will you.” ———

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

A savage growl tore from Winter’s throat. His fingers tangled in her silver hair, yanking her head back sharply, breaking the kiss. Her neck arched, throat bared to him, as he loomed over her, eyes blazing with frustration and dark promise. The chamber thickened with the scent of desire and defiance, raw need and the dangerous game she had begun. Scarlett’s breath ragged, her body trembling yet unyielding beneath the Lycan’s grip, his control fraying at the edges.

Four hands, four anchors, four fires pulling me into a storm I couldn’t escape. My body trembled violently, my wolf howling inside me, and yet… I felt a rush of something else. Safety. Protection. Power. Desire. All mixed into one overwhelming, inescapable feeling. My breaths came faster, shallow and erratic, my mind reeling from the intensity of four men’s presence, and the undeniable truth that I wanted them too. “You see?” Ares’s voice was barely a whisper against the roar of the blood moon. “This… is what we are to each other. Not fear. Not danger. Desire. And bond. You can fight it, Zorya… but you will never win.”

I do not want the light anymore if it means going back to being alone. The beast nuzzled his neck. Its cock gave one last twitch inside him sending another small spurt of cum. Good. Because the bond is forever. We will hunt together. We will fuck under every full moon. And when the change is complete you will bite me back one day. We will be equals in the dark. Slowly the knot started to shrink. The beast pulled out carefully. More cum flowed out of Leo in a thick rush. His hole stayed open and puffy for a moment before it began to close. He felt empty but also strong. Ready.

At her word, the beast growled with rage and irritation. “In return, I promise that he won’t seal you away and free you whenever you desire. And I-I will love you as much as I love Onyx.” Her word froze him on his spot and his golden eyes plunged at her trying to learn the truth. She lifted her hand to touch his silky looking fur but he slightly moved back and hissed. Ophelia's eyes widened as she drew her hand back. She locked her gaze on the beast as he scrutinized her. She could feel four pairs of eyes on the back of her head, watching her and the beast interact. She swallowed as the time felt excruciatingly slow. When the beast leaned in and rubbed his massive head on hers, his eyes wide