Bond Touch Novels & Stories

Target a specific bond without affecting the ones around it. Can you feel the difference between bonds? Individual ones? Not yet. Right now it's more like a general field. Like hearing a room full of voices without being able to separate them. I looked up. But I can feel yours distinctly. Because you're close and because. I paused. Because what? I looked at him. Because it responds to me differently than the others do. The others are just energy I can sense. Yours comes toward me. He was very still. It has since the beginning, he said.

She had a ridiculous amount of knowledge when it came to bonds. “A mate bond isn’t like some love potion or magic spell. Those don’t exist. A fated mate bond basically is a purely superficial connection. It’s something that…” I closed one eye, trying to think of how Aelia explained it to us when we were little. “…it’s almost purely physical. It makes you want to be near that person. You want to be with them, touch them, and…well…mate them. It does nothing to influence your emotions towards that person. That relationship still needs to be built between two people.”

“This bond doesn’t weaken with distance. If anything, it sharpens. Be careful with it.” Timothy nodded. “And be careful with yourself.” I wanted to laugh, to deflect, but the sound never came. Instead, I stepped forward and hugged them—first Myron, then Timothy. The moment my arms wrapped around Timothy, the third bond flared again, sharp and sudden, sending a ripple through all three of us. Myron sucked in a breath behind me, and Timothy stiffened, his hands gripping my arms as if to keep himself grounded. “There,” Timothy muttered. “That’s it again.”

says my father and I take a deep breath. “Isn't there some way to be connected to someone and love them?” curious question. “Yeah, the bonding. Bonding is more powerful than compatibility, so, he may not even be your compatible soul, but, if there is a bonding, he will be accepted by the pack as your husband.

Glancing at each other, then at the Alpha, they both declared, “We do.” “With the power of the moon goddess and your Alpha, you're officially bonded as mates, Julian—kiss your mate!” Eugene announced. Everyone cheered and clapped as Julian and Simone started kissing, expressing their joy. They ended their kiss, and Simone confessed, "I love you, Julian." Smiling, Julian replied, "I love you too, baby."

Onyx knelt down and nuzzled himself against her neck. "You're so beautiful." He murmured against her skin. He could feel the heat in her body and the furious pumping of her heart. The tip of his tongue boldly slipped through the seam of his lips. He licked a long strip down her neck, proudly staring at the red fresh mark she bears. He kissed his mark hard, and the burning fire of the bond surged across their bodies, and Ophelia moaned aloud, her back arching into his chest.

I scold him only to get an amused look from him. “I am curious though,” Fredja remarks. “If she had so much to tell you, why wait till now? What happened that caused her to move? What changed?” I flush at her question. I had asked the moon goddess the same thing and with an amused smile she answered. “You consummated your bond,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “I know most people just do it as some ritual but it is more than that. Accepting and consulting a mate bond is saying you accept the mate that I had given to you and an invite to.me to bless it. Your mating gave me the opportunity to come in.”

I stop overthinking it and climb into the passenger seat. I fasten my seatbelt. “All set?” he asks. “Yes,” I reply, and he nods as he drives out of the building. The chateau is located in a nearly isolated area; I’m told Tobias bought the whole land for privacy. I try to focus on the view outside—probably staring at the league of trees we’re passing—but he’s just so alluring. His eyes are fixed on the road, one hand steering the wheel. The scent of his cologne fills the car, and the way he bites his lower lip while waiting for a car in front of us to pass… he’s perfect.

"Brandon's researching. There has to be something. Some case study. Some treatment for bond severance." "There is." Professor Greene's voice. I didn't see him arrive. Didn't hear him. But he's here, kneeling on my other side. "I've documented three cases of true bond trauma. Two ended in double fatality. One survived." "How?" Garrett demands. "Proximity. Physical contact. The bonded pair stayed in contact throughout the trauma. Skin to skin. As close as possible." Professor Greene looks at me. "You're doing it right. Don't let go."

“Feel that knot, little one? Feel how it keeps me right here, deep inside you? That’s what the bond is. A promise that nothing can pull us apart. Not rules. Not rumors. Not fear.” I clenched around him again, another tiny ripple of pleasure rolling through me at his words. “I believe you,” I breathed, nuzzling into his throat and licking the salt from his skin. “I’m still terrified… but I believe you. With every flutter of my cunt around your knot. With every drop of your cum inside me.” He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating deliciously through us both. “Good girl. Now… one more, my love. Let me feel you come one more time while I hold you like this. Let the bond remind you exactly how str