Kiss Lace Bond Novels & Stories

Mine, Rose thought as she rolled her hips down over Sebestian, still craving his knot but also for the mate-bond to be completed. With her eyes half lidded, Sebestian felt dizzy with both lust and pleasure when Rose pulled back and looked at her before she leaned down to capture his lips, kissing him hungrily. Shuddering in anticipation, Sebestian rolled them both back over again, keeping their lips connected before nibbling and licking at Rose's slightly swollen lips. He was getting close himself, but he needed to complete the bond, craved to do so, so he somewhat unwillingly leant back and pulled out of Rose.

It was done – our bond was sealed. As they each planted a kiss on my newly marked skin, I felt a profound sense of completion. The bond clicked into place, anchoring me to them in a way that was both comforting and exhilarating. Their kisses became more intense, filled with a mix of lust and a subtle hint of domination, as if claiming me all over again. "Thank you, Lyla," they both said, almost in unison, their voices filled with gratitude and love.

The bond surged. Ares cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks as his forehead touched hers. The hall faded. The Moon watched. When he kissed her, it was not gentle. It was deep. Claiming. Burning. Not possession. Recognition. The markings beneath her feet blazed white. The bond opened wide. And the Moon… answered.

His thumb brushed against my waist. Just once. But it was enough to make me shudder. My wolf gave him the answer he wanted instantly, and Cassian's gaze darkened even further. He leaned down and kissed me. That was the key. One turn, and the entire mating bond was engaged. My wolf let out a low, responsive whine before I could even try to stop it. His lips slid along the corner of my mouth, trailing down to my jaw. Our breaths Tangled, and my wolf continued to tremble under that slow touch, pushed closer and closer to the edge.

The bond flared violently, intertwining with the surge of lust and power, making their hearts beat as one. “Kiss me,” she whispered. “I need you now.” Rylan obeyed immediately, lips crushing hers, teeth grazing her jaw in a fierce, possessive hunger. Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and the intensity of the bond amplified every sensation—pain, pleasure, desperation, power. The magic between them screamed, roaring with the fire of their connection.

The bond flared bright, gold and emerald wrapping around us binding us. He kissed me slow savoring tongue brushing mine tasting every moan. I came first trembling whispering his name inner walls pulsing around him. He followed groaning deep, primal hips stuttering spilling inside me hot, thick ropes painting my insides marking me from within. The bond detonated. Emerald and gold light erupted wrapping us searing through every nerve souls tangling powers merging curse shattering like glass. We collapsed locked together knot throbbing inside me his breath hot against my neck.

There isn’t a day that passes where I don’t wish I didn’t. Mr. Diaz sips from his glass, licking his lips after he swallows. “I’ve never known anyone who didn’t seal their fated bond, so I don’t know how that works or if you can ever get it back. But a chosen bond can still be strong.” Nessa’s mom nods her agreement. “With the foundation of the fated bond, I’m sure yours would be stronger than most.” “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Nessa sighs, rubbing her thumb against the side of my hand and looking up at me hopefully. “Right?”

I rose on my toes and kissed him with everything that remained will, memory, the fierce attachment that had grown in the middle of programming and pursuit, the love I had already spoken and that still lived in the shrinking center of the bond even as the core tried to erase it completely. Kael answered with a low, broken sound that was half growl and half pain. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, lifting me against the wall between two active conduits. He shoved the ruined gown aside and pushed into me one deep, claiming thrust that forced a gasp from my throat. The metal was cold against my back. The bond flickered violently under the dual pressure of the near-complete severanc

kiss. I lifted my hand and caught the front of his shirt before I thought better of it. Kieran went still. For a moment neither of us moved. I looked at his mouth. He saw me do it. His hand tightened at my back once, then he made himself loosen it. “The bond is loud right now,” he said quietly. “I know.” “I’m not going to let our first kiss happen because the mark is dragging us toward it.” I was embarrassed first. Then irritated. Then reluctantly grateful, which annoyed me most.

Her fingers touched his chin, and her thumb pressed down on it, forcing his face downward. He lowered his head. His lips returned to her right breast—the lace-covered cup remained in place. His lips touched her nipple through the lace. The intricate patterns of the lace created a rough barrier between his lips and her nipple. This barrier made the sensation both blurred and intense: blurred because the lace diluted the softness of his lips, and intense because the lace fibers scratched the surface of her erect nipple. His teeth bit onto the upper edge of the lace-covered cup, then he pulled downward. The lace slipped between his teeth with a “siss” sound. Her right breast became visible thro