Bond Of Beasts Desires Novels & Stories

“My dragon and Arden’s wolf could feel that his human side was nearly gone and his animal was becoming unstable.” Shock ran through me as the Goddess nodded slowly, a single tear spilling from her eyes as she spoke. “Yes, he had gained the Curse of the Beast.” She brought her hands up to her chest, looking like she was hugging herself to suppress the pain in her eyes. “He rejected the pull to a Mate I had presented to him, and turned his back on me completely… he wanted you no matter what Bond you had already accepted in your heart and was willing to cut me out of his heart to get what he wanted.”

he growled low, dangerous, “I want you begging for my dick. I want you choosing me. I want you to scream my name because you want to not because the bond demands it.” I moaned broken, desperate hips rocking against my hand.“I’m close…”“Then come for me,” he commanded voice dark, velvet. “Come thinking about how I’ll fill you. How I’ll knot you. How I’ll mark you so deep no one will ever question who you belong to.”The words filthy, possessive, reverent pushed me over.I shattered crying out his name thighs shaking, inner walls pulsing around nothing, juices gushing over my fingers, soaking the silk, dripping onto the furs.He groaned long, tortured through the link.“Fuck… Elara…”I collapsed ba

“The noble and mighty Cathwulf Aibek didn't resort to trickery to get a man… until she turned psycho.” Molten humiliation surged through my veins and rose to the surface of my skin, turning my cheeks hot. Not even the demons resorted to such psychological tactics. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to fight through the cloud of lust that had fogged my good sense. “Beki?” I said into our bond. She cocked her head to the side. “Do you want to spend the night with your mate?” She nodded. “Do me one favor.” Beki pressed her paws against the barrier separating us and panted.

The bond flared violently, intertwining with the surge of lust and power, making their hearts beat as one. “Kiss me,” she whispered. “I need you now.” Rylan obeyed immediately, lips crushing hers, teeth grazing her jaw in a fierce, possessive hunger. Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and the intensity of the bond amplified every sensation—pain, pleasure, desperation, power. The magic between them screamed, roaring with the fire of their connection.

"You have now received your respective identities. You may return to your own territories." The Beast God's voice rang out, and Lydia and I fell into our respective bodies. At this moment, we had just finished forming bonds with our males. Lydia swayed her waist as she walked toward the three beastmen she bonded with. The three males looked at her with intense possessiveness in their eyes. The other males present gazed at Lydia and her companions with envious eyes. But they couldn't compete with these three males at all.

Then he placed kisses down my neck, soothing the slight tingling of my skin, in an attempt to be gentle, but my she-wolf didn't want gentleness. Becca wanted to bond once and for all. She wanted to mark him so that all the she-wolves and women would know he was hers, hers alone, and that instead of terrifying me, incited me far, far more than I imagined. I wanted my scent to replace the scent of cursed Ophelia no matter what the cost. I grabbed a handful of Connor's hair and pushed it down so he would continue his exploration south. But Connor would not comply with my demands, at least not so quickly, but spread my legs wider and then, with his tongue, played with my nipples.

The fiction was too much, and my wall tightened around him as I held him deep inside me. Black spots danced in my vision as my body trembled. It was more than just my impending orgasm. My beast was fighting me to come forward, demanding that I claim our mate. Killian's muscled tightened as he let out a deep guttural moan. The sound of it sent me over the edge as he whispered with a wild look in his eye. "Again." My teeth extended as I gave in to my beast, wanting it just as badly as she did.

His mouth descended on my earlobe, biting gently, and the mate bond surged between us like an electric current. Alisander rose from the depths of my consciousness, pushing forward, desperate to mate with Darius. The bond was screaming at me to submit, to give in, to complete what the moon goddess had intended. I raised a hand, trying to get a grip on myself. "Stop," I managed to say. "Alisander, back off." But my wolf was not listening. He wanted this too badly. "Let us go to the bedroom," Darius said, his voice rough with desire.

His hands clamped around my shoulders, holding me in place. When I dragged my gaze upward, my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were glowing again—that eerie, feral luminescence that spoke of the madness lurking beneath his skin. His beast was rising again. But I wasn't afraid this time. "What did you just say?" His words came out as a growl. I met his predatory gaze without flinching, lifting my chin in defiance even as my heart hammered against my ribs. "You heard me." He let out a deafening roar as dark fur rippled across his jaw and throat, spreading over his shoulders in a wave of black that shimmered beneath the moonlight.

He may be our ticket out of here. Yet I was sick of being preyed upon by these lustful shifters. And the mate bond – I’d been marked, for love of the Goddess! – was making me increasingly reluctant to do anything I wouldn’t confess to Calvin afterwards. He would know if I gave myself to another and that wasn’t about to happen at all. I resolved to kill myself first. “Get me out of here, and I’ll think about it.” “Why don’t you give me a little incentive, baby?”