Meninbondage Novels & Stories

"I know your wolf rejected me at the spring meeting. Snarled at me in front of both our families like I was a threat instead of your future mate. I know your father had to personally apologize to mine. Had to promise that you'd be brought to heel before the formal bonding. Brought to heel? I wasn't a fucking dog. I was a wolf. There was a difference, you absolute— "I know that in six months, you'll either accept this bond willingly or your father will invoke the Rite of Binding, and you'll accept it anyway, whether your wolf likes it or not. The only question is whether you're going to humiliate both our families by making this difficult." I squeezed my hand, clutching his shoulder. Okay. Ok

Davyn asked. "No. It's not... it's not an injury." "Then what is it?" Torrhen didn't answer because he knew what it was. He just didn't want to say it out loud. A bond. The rarest kind. The kind that hadn't been documented in over fifty years. A pain bond. When one person's suffering became another's. When hurt traveled through an invisible link that couldn't be broken, couldn't be ignored. Only happened between mates, true mates. The kind destined by something deeper than choice, deeper than logic.

“Feel that knot, little one? Feel how it keeps me right here, deep inside you? That’s what the bond is. A promise that nothing can pull us apart. Not rules. Not rumors. Not fear.” I clenched around him again, another tiny ripple of pleasure rolling through me at his words. “I believe you,” I breathed, nuzzling into his throat and licking the salt from his skin. “I’m still terrified… but I believe you. With every flutter of my cunt around your knot. With every drop of your cum inside me.” He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating deliciously through us both. “Good girl. Now… one more, my love. Let me feel you come one more time while I hold you like this. Let the bond remind you exactly how str

"If you go out there, if you show anger, they win. They get what they came for. Proof that you're reactionary. Proof that you can be manipulated." He stops. His gold-and-black eyes find mine and there's something raw in them. Something struggling. "How much longer can I suppress the part of me that wants to fight?" Adrian asks. "How much longer before it breaks through completely?" "As long as you have me," I say. "That's what you said. That's what the bond is supposed to do." "The bond is failing," Adrian says quietly. "It's not getting stronger. It's barely holding. And the more I suppress, the more it pushes back."

He loomed over me, his presence so immense it blocked out the sun. “You think you understand the bond?” he whispered, the sound more terrifying than any shout. I mean he could have just shouted. “You think it is a shield? A guarantee?” His eyes raked over me, from my messy ponytail down to my muddy sneakers, a look of pure, unadulterated contempt. He definitely noticed how much my breathing changed. “It is a chain. And you are the weakest link. It doesn’t make you valuable. It makes you a target. Every enemy I have, every rival pack, every creature that wants to see me fall… they will see you. They will smell him on you,” He turned his head toward Bastien, “and they will know exactly how to

“Chloe, what are you standing there for? It’s time for the bond.” Bond? Great. I had actually returned to the day of bonding with Marty, the white dragon. “Father, I—” However, before I could finish, Leigh and Marty dropped to their knees, hand in hand. “Chief,” Marty said, “although I am the spirit beast of two maidens, my heart belongs only to Leigh. Let me bond with her, please.” At his words, the entire Rain Clan gasped.

No matter how handsome, hot, sexy, and strong they are. Damn this stupid wolfie. Damn this fucking mate bond. Damn the whole mate thingie and Damn that Goddess who forces people to bond with anyone just for fun. I don't give a shit to anything. Thinking all this and cursing that dumb mutt, idiotic Mate bond and hypocrite Moon Goddess Selene who is playing with my life, throughout my mind I snarled at him ferociously. "Fucking No"

The moment our skin touches, everything in my vision sharpens. The glyph in our bodies—his over his chest, mine in my palm—igniting in tandem, a matched flare of gold and pale lightning. The twin bond snarls between us, not in pain, in refusal. Our magic doesn’t rise like two separate storms. It locks. Not into the door, into each other. The pull stutters.

Thorne said quickly, his voice tight with urgency. “You didn’t hear what I said earlier?” the woman—his mother—asked. “I said Why didn’t you call me yesterday about what I told you? I was expecting you to call me, but I did more research. And I heard that sex between a slave who has the binding blood pact and her mate could break the bond, only if she loves her mate. Meaning…if she loves someone and they copulate, the bond will break automatically. By the way, why are you asking?”

I was cuddling the man who had put a blood bind on me. And I couldn't even for the life of me find anything wrong in my actions. What the hell is wrong with me? It's the mate bond, Lunex confessed. What? That's why. You keep asking yourself why you can't resist him, why your body keeps— She paused. It's the bond, Taylor. What you both have is a real fated bond and unlike the bind from being marked by someone. It pulls you both together. It always will. Fighting it is practically impossible.