Meninbondage Novels & Stories

“And there’s something else.” Of course there fucking was! I’m done. “The bond amplifies everything. Love. Hate. Pain. Joy. Whatever you’re feeling toward them would intensify tenfold once the connection is complete. If you hate them now you’ll hate them more. If there’s even a shred of anything else…” She let the sentence hang. My hands were shaking. “This is insane. The prophet is asking me to permanently bind myself to men who destroyed me just to save their kingdom?” “Yes.”

I paced to the side, gripping the edge of a nearby table. “Right. So just to recap: if I don't want to be bound to a guy I can barely tolerate, I get to lose half of what makes me who I am?” “It's the only permanent way,” she said. “There are temporary suppressants but the bond will always resurface stronger and louder.” I ran a hand down my face. Fuck “You or him,” she continued coolly. “Either way, the bond can't be broken without sacrifice, without pain.” Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she edged closer to me. “Tell me, young Storm, how badly do you want to be free?”

“Behind closed doors, you’ll belong to me. In every way that matters.” Her knees nearly gave out; she pressed her hand against the cold wall to keep upright. Every instinct screamed to run. “This is insane.” He closed the distance, tilting her chin up until their eyes locked. She could see the reflection of the flickering hallway light in his irises. “No, Liara. It’s strategic.” He lowered his voice until it was a dangerous purr. “My board’s pushing for stability. My family wants a bride. And you… you’re the perfect lie.”

“Marked by the moon, by the bond, by me. No one will touch you without my knowledge. No one will claim you. Only me. Do you feel it?” “Yes,” he whispered again, his hands clinging to my shoulders, his pulse racing, mirroring the beat of my own. The bond tightened, pulsing, thrumming, and I felt it physically, the tendrils of our souls intertwining, knitting together. It was intoxicating, overwhelming. I could feel every emotion he held—fear, curiosity, longing, desire—and it only made me want him more.

Then Mia’s voice, cold: “So you’re saying they’d have to finish the bond.” “Yes,” Dr. Hennes said calmly. “If they choose that path.” Ezra rubbed a hand over his face. Sebastian’s voice was almost a whisper. “Would it stop the pain?” Dr. Hennes looked at him carefully. “It would change the pain. And create new ones. Sometimes stability brings clarity. Sometimes it doesn’t.” Sebastian pressed the blanket tighter to his lap. Dr. Hennes continued. “Fourth: Anchor Bonding. This is nonsexual. Daily guided routines — scent-sharing, breathing exercises, proximity touch. It’s grounding, not intimate. You’d both have to commit.”

“But just… hypothetically. What do you think it means when it hurts? Not just one of us. Both of us. From inside.” His amusement faded. He sat straighter, folding his arms across his chest. His voice dropped low, serious. “That sounds like a cursed bond.” I froze. “A cursed bond?” I repeated, my voice like gravel. “You’re not messing with me?” Ronan shook his head. “You asked. That’s the only thing that makes sense. Bond pain? Especially mutual pain during intimacy? It’s not natural.” My mind reeled. “Don’t tell me this is Queen Felen’s doing,” I said slowly.

Catalina said with a laugh, "It's fine, I'm also shy when I'm with someone new Alexis nodded in agreement with Catalina. Destiny responded, “Catalina, don’t feel bad. Alexis didn’t open up to me immediately; it took a while, but she eventually relented, and we've been on good terms since.” “How did you both end up in here?” Catalina inquired, her eyebrow arched. Destiny recounted that "The Alpha was making sexual advances towards us, and we both refused because we were saving ourselves for our mate. Because he's such a pig, our explanation of the mate bond surprised him. He imprisoned us, accusing us of disobeying him.” "How long have you two been down here? That's ridiculous!" Catalina ques

Sorry" Marina stares at me and squats down and holds my hands. There is no judgment in her eyes, only understanding, and kindness. She starts explaining to me and I am baffled. "My dear, what you are experiencing is the pull of the mate bond. You are my son's fated soulmate. The mate bond is a mystery even to us. It is a force that ties two different souls together. It is the reason my son found you. Your soul reached out to his, and his soul was restless. I guess we need to go to the library. I will explain everything, and give you books to read as well. That way you will be able to understand our ways."

Free of the overwhelming guilt she felt anytime she saw her sister, the unnatural attraction she felt towards Reece, everything. She was happy. ***** "You are making a mistake you know?" Reece looked up from the report he had been analyzing for the past hour. Allen stood by the doorway that Breeana had just exited from. His blond hair was still slicked back but some strands had escaped already, somewhat framing his face. "A mistake?" "A mate bond is a sacred gift from the goddess. Breaking one…" Allen broke off and shuddered. "Will keep me sane." Reece completed. "I'm doing this for her. She deserves the freedom to live her life without being shackled to me. To all my baggage."

I was warned that the pull I would feel from the bond would be a hundred folds stringer than a normal mate bond, but I am to fight it as that would only lead the way to weakness. Finally, an image of a murdered citizen from the eastern borders crossed my mind. I held on to it for dear life, as Lygion and I worked hard to clear the sexual fog contaminating our mind, trying to control us. The bond would never win, not with us. " Get me some leather gloves." I ordered the guys in mindlink, when I was able to get back full control of my senses. The last thing I wanted was to touch her. If seeing her is such a challenge, I wondered what touching her would do to me.