Bonded By Thorns Novels & Stories

​Bellamy lifted his knife, but before he could strike, Morwenna flicked her wrist. ​Instantly, living black thorns erupted from the muddy earth beneath his feet. They wrapped around his leather boots, coiling up his legs with terrifying speed, pinning his arms to his sides and binding his wrists in a tight, thorny cage. The iron knife slipped from his numb fingers, thudding uselessly into the mud.

The soup was cooling fast and starting to feel deeply unpleasant against my scalp. And I stood there dripping and something clicked into my brain Eden Thorne. Betrothed to Rook Voss since they were kids Vera Thorne, the eldest. Betrothed to Zade. Lyra Thorne, the youngest. Betrothed to Cal. Three sisters. Three brothers. An arrangement that had probably been signed and sealed before any of them were in secondary school. And then there was me. Standing in a cafeteria full of phones and laughter with hot soup running down the back of my neck, bonded to all three of them by something neither I nor the Voss brothers had asked for.

It shocked him, but he hadn't had much of a chance to check it due to the urgency to get Rein away to safety. Demin turned his wrist over to inspect. The Raven Mark. He frowned. He knew exactly what it meant. For their pack, the Raven Mark meant a true mate bond. There would be two small markings; one in the shape of a crescent moon and the other in the shape of a small raven feather, both faintly edged in silver. Normally, it was a pale silver birth marking and very hard to notice; however, with a mate close by, it would feel warm, and during moments of touching, it would glow bright and become more visible.

CHAPTER TEN LUCENA POV A loud knock hit the door. We didn’t stop. The knock came again, harder, and we stayed locked together, hips grinding, her pussy milking me tightly as we both tipped over the edge—too far gone in the pleasure to care who was outside.

I bit my thumb and pressed it to the glass. Silver light roared up the case. The six thorns on my back flared white, then seven, the last igniting with a pain so sweet and so terrible I screamed. Behind me, Malek gasped. I heard it: a huge, shuddering, wonderful breath. The black veins dissolved. Vance sobbed his brother’s name. Torin let out a ragged laugh that was half a sob, and I felt the bond blaze back to life like a fire fed fresh air.

I close my eyes biting my lower lip and say softly, “Hands to yourselves Mr. Hawthorne.” “You make me turn on whenever we’re alone, especially when we are in a confined space.” Adrian whispered into my ear as I felt his breath tingling around my neck and could feel my arm hair rise, having goosebumps as he stroked my arm gently up and down. He pushes me slowly into the small room that has a small bed which has only a divider that separates the room.

Jax added, “but leaving us behind while our mates go into battle? That’s not how this pack works.” “I’m not even in your damn pack,” Thorne growled, fangs flashing just beneath the surface. “But that doesn’t change the fact that my true flame—” he jabbed a finger toward the distance where Isolde had gone “—is about to walk into some hellish fight with her undead mother, and I’m supposed to just sit back and wait?” Gunner stepped forward, calm but firm. “You’re not the only one losing sleep over this.” Thorne’s eyes snapped toward him, full of fire. “You’ve had months – years to build your bond. I’ve had weeks. And I just got her. If something happens—if she dies—”

Dominic snorted. “Marriage humbles us all, boss.” Finally, with a clumsy flourish, Dominic stepped back. “There. Perfect. Or at least, passable enough she won’t run away screaming.” Rafael shot him a death glare — which Dominic ignored cheerfully as he shoved a boutonnière into Rafael’s hand. A single white rose. Simple. Pure. A reminder, tucked neatly over his heart, of what — who — he fought for now. — Mrs. Holloway poked her head into the room, beaming.

Thorne began to fuck her faster, deeper, as her walls tightened around him and she came, whimpering in ecstasy as his cock erupted, coating her insides with warmth and wetness. Ember’s fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him as the bond and their orgasms settled, their heartbeats syncing and scents intertwining. She felt the claim take root inside her, felt the undeniable truth settle into her core, she was his, and he was hers. Forever. They lay in each others arms for several moments, panting and spent. “Was my apology accepted?” Thorne murmured, caressing her hair. “You still have to apologize with actual words, you know,” she responded in a muffled tone, her face buried in his ch

“I told you, Tatiana. No children.” “But it’s a blessing,” I rasped, my voice hoarse with emotions. “No, it’s a curse,” he bellowed. “A poisonous thorn.” His face twisted. I didn’t recognize him. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing. Harder and harsher. My lungs seized.