Bound By Tension Novels & Stories

His fangs sank deeply into the carotid with a soft, wet pop. Blood surged into his mouth. It was hot, thick, copper-bright and spiked with the faint sweetness of fear-laced lust still trapped under glamour. The stranger convulsed beneath him, a choked cry muffled into cotton as venom flooded his system. His cock jerked untouched, spurting weak pulses across the already-soaked sheets while his hole clenched rhythmically around Owen’s shaft, milking him in helpless peak.

How could he just hand me over to a stranger like I was some kind of bargaining chip? I threw open the door to my room and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. The walls around me felt like they were closing in, the weight of what was happening crushing me. I glanced around at the familiar space with soft pink walls, the bookshelf overflowing with novels, and the window that looked out over the garden. This was my sanctuary, the one place where I could escape from the chaos of my family's world. But now, even that was being taken from me.

The world collapses down to one truth: He will never touch or hurt anyone again. I don’t stop when he goes down. I don’t stop when he curls in on himself, hands coming up too late, blood at his mouth. I stop only when a sound cuts through the fog. A sob from Libby. I turn and see Libby is on the floor behind the counter and curled in on herself. Her arms are wrapped around her head and she’s rocking slightly like she’s trying to disappear into the tiles. “No, no, no,” she whispers. “Please—please—”

Author's POV Demon opened his eyes feeling a heavy weight on his body. Demon looked down and saw his little man was laid down on his chest. And his wife was sleeping on his arm. Her legs and hands were on his body. "Am I really become their pillow?" Demon asked himself. He felt his chest and arms becomes sore. Demon tried to put Nathan on bed but the little boy hugged him tightly wrapping his little hands around his neck. Elena also moved closer to him and hide her face in his arm.

"Neither do you." The silver lines reach my throat, and my vision begins to blur at the edges, the bond straining so violently now that I can feel individual threads beginning to fray, Riven's fury, Jodan's steady resolve, Lucien's sharp desperation, Eryx's gentle grounding presence, all of it stretching thin and taut like rope pulled past its limit, threatening to snap entirely under pressure none of us fully understand. "Someone, please," I choke out, no longer certain who I'm even asking, my knees beginning to buckle beneath the weight of it.

“Not when it’s you. Not when it’s us.” Dakota’s resistance faltered. She knew he was right. She knew she didn’t want to fight it anymore. The tension between them. The unspoken words, the suppressed desire, the shared history, the contract that had once defined them had dissolved in that moment, leaving only the raw, undeniable truth of their connection.

A special person that can change his fate or was it just a lie told by his father. She picked a shirt, walked towards him and sat next to him on bed. "You can have this chain around your foot or wrist or..." "First, how will I wear my pants you smart head, second, when I lose control it's most likely I can cut my foot or wrist just to get rid of this chain. But in case of neck I can't." "But you are so strong, why can't you break it." "It's special material, no one can broke it. Only our council can open it." He clicked his tongue.

It was spread widely, and the man's legs were below hers. Carden didn't know what to say, but the only thing inside his mind right now was to make her stay. He moved his other hand towards her side and tightened his grip. It seemed like he was hugging her from the back, but the sole purpose is to pin her and not give her a chance to move. "Carden, let go of me! I hate you!" Dalmi slapped his arm, but he just held on to her tighter. "Let's talk first..." he whispered. It felt like he was slowly losing his strength. He was almost hugging her, but every second passing felt like she was a fire that burns his power.

Zayden said. “No,” I said immediately. because that would collapse everything. “They want us to disconnect.” Another pull hit. harder. closer. this time it hurt. not inside. outside. like something was trying to tear the bond open. Zayden stepped into me. no space left between us. his hand came up steadying anchoring. “Then we don’t cut it,” he said. “we force it back.” the bond surged. forward. toward the source. the network responded instantly. threads aligning. reinforcing. backing us. for one moment. the pressure faltered. the presence reacted not calculating. resisting.

(Elaras pov) It started with the sound in the corridor behind a soft, uneven rhythm that did not belong in a place like this. Footsteps, maybe. Or something trying too hard to sound like footsteps. My body reacted before my mind could even decide what I was hearing. My shoulders tightened without warning, and my breath suddenly felt too loud in my own ears. I did not turn around immediately. I should have. But I didn’t. Because there are moments when your body understands danger before your thoughts are willing to accept it, and I was stuck in that delay, suspended between refusal and recognition.