Bond Of Beasts Desires Novels & Stories

"Come inside." The healer nodded knowingly. "I see it all, you do not need to tell me what you seek. The bond between man and beast is a delicate thread. It can be easily severed, but the path to reconnection is arduous and fraught with challenges. Are you willing to pay the price?" JB hesitated for a moment, contemplating the healer's words. The weight of his desire to reunite with his spirit wolf pressed upon him, and he steeled himself. "I am prepared to do whatever it takes," he declared with unwavering determination.

Two women bound to the same flame of memory. The Beast recoiled at the sound. For the first time since the Hollow’s fall, Maxim felt it hesitate. Zara stepped closer. “You’re still here. I know you are. Don’t let that thing speak for you.” “I can’t hold it,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “It tasted the crown. It doesn’t want chains anymore.” “Then don’t chain it,” she whispered. “Anchor it. To us.” Her words slid into him like a key turning in a lock. Anchor. Not cage. He reached for the bond that had always burned between them—bright as moonfire, strong as blood. He found it waiting, pulsing through the wreckage like a buried heartbeat.

it was the bond, it had to be the bond or maybe it was the beast? ‘Or maybe it is just you’ the remark came but with an unrecognisable voice, and unrecognisable tone that I couldn’t even decipher if it was English that I had heard. I inhaled sharply, my fingers curling into my fists as I felt the beast inside me grow stronger and stronger. “No” I fired aloud, unwilling to give in to what I know where the beasts demand. Unwilling to let it get out, because that was exactly what it was trying to do.

"It's pulling back. Your words. They cut through. The beast is loud but you're louder. Don't let go of my neck. Keep talking." "I'm not letting go," I said. "Tell me what the bond feels like when it's not feral. The good part. Say it out loud." "Like warmth," he answered, voice rough but clearer. "Like I finally have someone who sees the real fights. Not just pack honor or power. You. Avery. The one who makes me want to be better than my father's orders."

And soaped my hands, running the backs of them under her forearms before catching her fingertips in mine and I tugged her hands along with me as I roved the surface of her curves, my knee spreading her legs from behind before I guided our joined fingers over her sex, dipping them in and finding her clit to circle, again and again, my other hand harshly claiming her breast as my mouth teased up the column of her throat. The Beast wanted to stick his fangs in her right there but he didn’t push when I denied him. It was strange, the way he was with her. How any other woman was a harsh, cruel evening of release but with her he was indifferent as to how we took her. He seemed pleased just to be t

But Desire had something he didn’t: a plan. “Let’s be clear,” she continued, leaning forward, her gaze piercing. “I’m not here to undermine Chase for the sake of family rivalry. I’m here to save this company from his reckless ambition. Under his leadership, we risk losing everything my grandfather built.” The board members exchanged glances, weighing her words. Desire knew she had to appeal to their self-interest. “I propose an alliance,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “If we work together, we can position ourselves as the rightful leaders of this company. I have the vision, and you have the experience. Together, we can steer Almonte Empire back on course.”

She closed her eyes in resignation, hiding her humiliation and defiance. Unbeknownst to her, her vulnerability only fueled his desire to conquer. He kissed her passionately, skillfully igniting the fire within her. Soon, broken whimpers escaped her lips, satisfying him. His grip intensified, leaving red marks on her pale skin, a declaration of his dominance. She winced in pain, opening her eyes. Her dark, helpless gaze reflected his image, inciting his fervor even more. His deep kisses left her breathless, pliant in his arms like water.

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.

“Nothing. No medicines or potions can stop the primal functions of the beast inside you. Nothing can stop the beast from reacting to his mate. Medications won't let your beast out, but the beast wouldn't back down when he needs his mate and when she needs him. The only possible way is letting her go, which could ruin you if done. And I don't think it will be easy for your beast to live without her.” Anthony scoffed. So absurd. Something couldn't stop the hybrid, but he would deny the god-damned beast of his so-called desires. A notable part of the discussion crossed his mind. “So the bond affects Kayla too?” “Given the blood oath and the mating bond… yes.”

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.