Food Binding Novels & Stories

Weeks passed like a blur, sited on the wooden long chair, cheerful loud disorder voices fills the dinning room. Bringing a small spoon of beans into my mouth swallowing it quickly. I try to concentrate on Emmanuel, his grinning sheepishly, mouth moving from side to side but his words don't register in my brain. Feeling restless and antsy, preoccupied with a nagging thought that keeps me up at night, for three weeks have cleaned the empty space never once catching a glimpse of him. Huffing out an annoyed breath, I shove more food down my throat.

Skye stayed still under his ministrations before leaning forward to mark his alpha the same way. Linus groaned at the pleasured pain of sharp teeth sinking into his skin, cock twitching inside of the omega and wringing a strangled noise from him as well. When Skye finally detached from his shoulder-neck junction, Linus pulled him into a languid kiss. Mated. Bonded. They were bound together now for the rest of their lives. The sentiment was scary and while his mind rebelled at the thought, his alpha instincts thrilled at having an omega. This particular omega.

" Untouched, they remain safe. But if one thread is pulled, the rest unravel.” My throat tightened. “They were never meant to bond. Not with anyone. And especially not with one mate.” “Why?” I asked. “Because their souls are intertwined. Binding to one shifts the weight. Destabilizes the others. Balance is broken.” I swallowed. “So when I kissed Thorne—” “You pulled the first thread.”

I wanted to be a partner. But the physical distance was starting to feel like a hunger. Every time we brushed past each other in the kitchen, or his hand lingered on the small of my back for a second too long, my pulse would spike. I was starving for him, and by the time the ball arrived, I was done waiting.