Bonded By Thorns Novels & Stories

It felt as though Rogers was fighting for our love. I gazed at him, the least thing he has said since all this started it made me feel happy. Her eyes darted from Rogers to me, as she moves closer as glaring at me and I stepped forward meeting her glare head on. Her eyes sparkled with anger and resentment she dragged my hair with both of her hands. "If she can't leave then I'm going to kill her," I felt my hair was going to be pulled out from theroots,.I gasped for breath trying to break free from her grip,.it was so tight that my skull was beginning to hurt.

“I’m sure.” Kaelen growled approval into my mouth. “Then we finish the bond properly. But first—” Shade yanked me from Kaelen’s embrace, shadows wrapping my waist like furry ropes. “All three of us claim her one more time and we do it together..” My cunt clenched so hard I whimpered. “All three… at once?” “All three,” Thorne confirmed, vines already slithering up my thighs, spreading me wider. “Think you can take every inch, little mortal?”

"She healed him. I saw the flash of the bond. They are connected now." "What do we do?" Marcus asked. Thorne smiled. It was a gruesome sight. "Now we have leverage," Thorne said. "The bond is their strength. But it is also their weakness. If we hurt one the other bleeds." Thorne turned to the Beta. "Go back to the Pack House," Thorne ordered. "Act normal. Find out where they are hiding. And Marcus?" "Yes?" "Bring me the girl," Thorne said. "The one in the dungeon. Siena."

All I wanted was cock and knot and their bodies on mine until nothing else existed. Thorne reached me first. He dropped to his knees behind me and pulled my hips up so my ass stayed high and my chest pressed into the moss. His voice came out rough and wild. “The chase is over, mate. Now the eternal bond sex begins. Under this moon we will all take you together until the bond locks in your soul forever. You will feel every one of us inside you at once. No escape. No end. Only us.” I moaned loud and pushed my ass back against him. “Yes… please… all of you… bond me… I need it so bad…”

His answer was a shaky exhale against my lips. “Truce.” Then Jax’s voice, awed: “Holy shit, did they just… merge?” Li squealed loud enough to shatter glass. Elowen looked like she was calculating how many centuries of paperwork this was going to cost her. Thorne and I separated slowly, reluctantly. The bond snapped but didn’t break (it just coiled tighter, waiting). I offered him a hand up. He took it. The second our palms met, the arena torches flared gold and black in perfect rings.

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."

“You’ll enjoy it. That’s what the bond does. Trust that if you can’t trust us.” Thorne didn’t wait. He kissed her hard. A spike of jealousy hit me when I saw her kiss him back, and I hated that too. His hands found her nipples and she moaned, the sound swallowed by the next kiss. From where I stood behind her I watched her slick start running down her thighs. She was soaked. Not because she liked us. Because the mate bond didn’t give any of us a choice. Father had told her that. He had told us the same thing.

I felt his heart like a cold stone in my hands, and around it, something dark and coiled. A ring of black thorns. They were not poison. They were older than that. They had grown into the king’s heart year after year, tightening a little more each winter. The moonroot in his cup had only pushed them closer. Break, I told them. Let go. The thorns fought. They bit my palms. Pain flashed up my arms, and I cried out. Then Kaelen’s hand covered mine. I had not heard him come. He knelt at the bedside and wrapped his fingers around my wrist, and warmth poured into me from the bond. It was steady and fierce and perfectly calm. It did not take my power. It held me up.

But the noose had strapped this spirit so tightly that there was no way to escape. Wikanya tried to reach for the woman’s body on the bed. She only hoped that once she had owned this body, she would be freed from this hunt. ‘No use’ No matter how hard you try to resist, it’s useless. The power of the lasso that no soul is free from bondage makes it impossible to escape at will. Wikanya was dragged to the front of the gates of Hell. The heat from within was emitted until it was felt. Both arms were strapped with nooses, but she tried to hold on to the edge of the door. She glanced at the light that appeared on the young lady’s body.

There is surely something wrong with him, Dante thought. Reaching home, Sebastian immediately went to the shooting range. Unknown to him, Dante followed him silently. Sebastian picked up a AK pistol and aimed at the dummy. Dante covered his ear as Sebastian fired. The sound from the gun was so loud that Dante thought his ears would rip apart. He hid in a corner, crouching down as he covered his ears. His eyes were closed so he didn't notice Sebastian in front of him. Sebastian squatted in front of him. He held Dante's hand, causing him to flinch. "Sebastian."