Bonds At War: The Virgin Is Mine Novels & Stories

He stripped me with efficient, almost ruthless motions—underthings, dress—until I stood naked under the moonlight. His own clothes followed in a scatter of fabric. Then he was on me, crowding me down onto the mattress, his knees spreading my thighs wide. He looked down between us, at the place where I was flushed and dripping, and a low sound left his throat. "You're a virgin." It wasn't a question. Besides the fact that I was a facility girl, he could smell it, or sense it through the bond, or both. I nodded once, breathless. "I know."

I couldn’t help but listen, but kept my eyes trained on the woman enclosed under my body, “I will be the one to end her. This is my fight. Just let this damn wolfs bane wear off. Deacon, do you understand me?” I growled at one of the wolves to restrain the bitch and I turned to face Virginia for the first time since asking to break our bond; I hated myself for that being the last thing I’d said to her. Virginia looked awful, her skin pale and bloody seeping from open wounds over her body. Blood and vomit matted in her hair, and exhausted looking blood shot eyes. I instantly wanted to take care of her, wash her injured body and cuddle her in bed but I knew it wasn’t possible at this moment. S

"Yes, I helped you through the worst of the heat. Yes, I touched you and pleasured you and eased the pain you were in. But I didn't take your virginity. I would never – I could never do that while you were in that state, unable to make a clear choice about it.” The silence thst followed was defeaning. "You... didn't?" Her voice came out small and uncertain, all the fight draining out of it. “No,” I took a careful step closer to her, watching for any sign that she wanted me to stop, “I won't lie and say I wasn't tempted. Gods, Vera, you have no idea how badly I wanted to complete the bond right then, to claim you fully and make you mine in every way possible. But I couldn't do that knowing yo

His tiny fingers curled into the fabric of her cloak, holding on without knowing why. Her throat tightened. Slowly, she lifted her gaze back to Kade, tears blurring the edges of him. “Promise me,” she whispered, the words trembling, barely holding themselves together. “Promise me you’ll come back to me.” For a heartbeat, Kade said nothing. Not because he did not want to… but because promises made in war were fragile things. Easily broken. He leaned in instead, resting his forehead against hers, breathing her in as though committing the moment to memory. The smoke, the chaos, the screams beyond them faded… leaving only her.

Only the elite got invites due to the Lynches' VIP status. My assistant swung by with my outfit just as I finished up with my makeup. "Ms. Brown, I'm actually getting excited!" I flashed her a grin, slipped into the dress, and made a beeline for the hotel. I had barely reached the front steps when I caught James and his family off guard with my arrival. I quickly realized I was at a disadvantage, with nothing to my name to back me up. James had that look of someone who just won the lottery, and with a security guard by his side, he swaggered up to me.

Acquisition of gold and the world's riches would be meaningless without anyone to enjoy it with, right? As much as Andrew hated it, he couldn't deny sometimes it was essential. He knew Shawn to be overly calculative, so yes, his Alpha King wouldn't begin a war unless needed. “Mother…” thoughts about war got the beta reliving a scene from his childhood. Then when Packs weren't united, but separated, and during a certain war, his mother was killed while protecting him. And from what? “From a freaking black witch!” He muttered with gritted fangs and clenched fists.

She wouldn't be able to leave the island they were on. They were at his beach house in Batangas. Whenever women wanted to sell their virginity, he brought them here. He even owned this not-so-big island. He named it 'Fucker Island.' Elvin took out his cellphone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight. He raised his arm, holding the gun, and walked in a certain direction. "You can't escape me, woman! Run! Keep running! You won't be able to escape! Run, baby, run!" he shouted like a demon.

As for whether the baby and I lived or died, it never mattered to him at all. Regina pulled a bracelet from her sleeve. "I found this in the courtyard after those people left." There was a sun symbol in the center and a small engraved "Savage" at the corner. This was from the Savages of the Mistbound Pack. The only person from the Mistbound Pack hanging around the Dixons that my sister, Gloria Binder, and I knew was Judy Savage.

I arch, crying out. His hand slides between us, pops my button, zipper. Fingers dip inside my panties. “So wet,” he growls. “This for me?” “Yes—always for you—” Two fingers push inside me easy. I’m tight—embarrassingly tight. It’s been years, and never anyone who mattered. He stills. “Luna… are you—?” I nod, tears starting again. “Virgin. Only ever wanted you.” His forehead drops to mine. He’s shaking.

"I, Maximiliano Bastidas, take Carla Davison to be my wife, before God as my witness and the laws of this state, and this country, to love and to protect in sickness and health." George and Lenis looked at each other, holding hands tightly, entwining their fingers, just as Seda entwined hers feeling the power of each word and what it meant to all. "The rings, please." «The rings!» Carla thought. Until then the detail went unnoticed by her. But Maximiliano, of course, already had them ready. And dumbfounded, she watched as Peter reached into the inside pocket of his coat and then showed a black velvet box.