Eternal Bond Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yes! Although I can't give you eternity since I'm a werewolf and we're not immortal. But I can give you myself for as long as I live." "I know you're not immortal, but I can make you one. When we share the bite during the marking, you'll have my blood bond which will make you immortal with me.... So I'll ask you again, will you do me the honors and accept me as your partner for all eternity? Will you allow the blood bond when we mark each other?" "Yes!" I said, not even needing to think about it. There was no hesitation in my answer, I knew I wanted to be with him forever if he would have me.

Like we were made to fit together exactly this way. The bond blazed between us. Pleasure feeding back and forth. His ecstasy becoming mine. Mine becoming his. Until we couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. "Mine," he growled. Thrusting harder. "Say it. Say you're mine." "Yours!" I arched beneath him. "Always yours. Only yours." "Forever." "Forever," I agreed. He shifted angles. Hit that perfect spot inside me. And I Came apart completely with his name on my lips and stars behind my eyes and the bond singing so loud it drowned out everything else.

He sighs as he takes a sip, “Thought it might relax you a bit after what happened in the woods.” The woods…yeah, the woods. He probably thinks I'm still confused about the abilities we explored, but that's not what has me nervous. It does a bit, but what terrifies me is how quickly things are progressing. I am not sure if I can fight this bond, and honestly, I'm not sure that I want to. But I can't just give in to what my body wants, can I? I sigh, “This is all surreal. I suppose it's easier to grasp the whole immortal thing because of books and movies, but where do truth and fiction meet?”

Tied together for eternity. Damon comes again with a groan, adding more cum to what’s already inside me. When we finally still, both of us breathing hard, he carefully withdraws and pulls me into his arms. “How do you feel?” he asks, pressing kisses to my hair. “Perfect. Sore, but perfect.” He chuckles. “The soreness will fade. The bond is forever.” I can feel it, humming between us. Warm and golden and right. “I love you,” I whisper.

“The Moon Goddess does not whisper when she intends something permanent.” My heart thudded. Permanent. “You are young,” the elder continued. “But the bond does not wait for age. It waits for alignment.” Alignment. That was what this felt like. Not accident. Not chance. Design. Sarin stepped closer, gaze sharp now. “A mate bond is not ownership.” Kael’s jaw tightened slightly. “It is responsibility,” the elder went on. “Protection without control. Devotion without possession.” “I know that,” Kael said evenly. “Do you?”

“THE PAIR MUST FULLY ASCEND.” The bond between us flared instantly. Lyra cursed softly. “No.” I stepped closer to Mira automatically. “What does that mean?” Nobody answered fast enough. Which was answer enough. Mira looked at Lyra sharply. “What does it mean?” Lyra swallowed once. “It means completing the bond permanently.” The chamber went still. Mira’s pulse spiked through the connection instantly. Mine did too. Permanent. No separation. No escape. One existence tied completely to another. The Silver Ridge Alpha laughed darkly.

If Matthew stepped away, he didn't think he'd ever be able to get the words out. "Maybe I don't know what the future holds," he admitted, his fingers dropping to Matthew chin and raising it until their eyes met again. "But Ethan, bonds are slightly different. We aren't immortal, and our life expectancies are lower than most people, so these bonds... They're rare, and precious, and more importantly, unique." A second passed. Another. And then... "What do you mean, unique?" Matthew breathed out. "Ethan, what does that mean?"

But this was not a regular mate mark doing this. This was a soul bond. She knew about those too. Rarer and very permanent. They are not a mark that faded with time or distance but a tie at the deepest level of what you were, woven into your soul and not just your blood. No fifty year window. No walking away. No workarounds. The bond held until one of them died and if you tried to put too much distance between yourself and the other person your body reacted like it was being separated from something it needed to function.

Oh, god, he's going to spiral— "This is a chosen bond," she continues a second too late because my eyes were already wet, so it takes me another second to understand her words. I blink and look at Farrow, he's giving her all his attention, "It's different. A chosen bond is a lot stronger... and permanent. It’s just as strong as a fated mate.” I blink some more and rub the tears off my eyes. This is starting to sound too good to be true.

Lance lay beside me, gently, carefully, treating me as if I were spun glass. "I won't break," I joked, but Lance wasn't laughing. "Leila," he said, stroking back a strand of my hair. "I will love you forever. I promise to protect you and to love you for eternity." He looked into my eyes, filled with so much love that my heart swelled, unable to bear it all. "I'm eternally yours." Tears filled my eyes at the tenderness of the moment. "I love you, Lance. Always."