Meninbondage Novels & Stories

I glared into his eyes. “That’s the mate bond. It’s an illusion.” he scoffed, trying to dismiss it. “That bond is a deep connection between two souls. A connection even our guild can’t truly understand. But that bond doesn’t make people do or say things they don’t want to. It's not a roofie or something shit that alters your mind.” I shook my head.

“Mayhap if we focus on learning the speaking of the times ‘twill help us forget the dark happenings.” Kira took both of Agatha’s hands in hers and looked deep into her eyes. “’Is it wrong for me to have feelings for Edwin? Is it wrong to want to be more than bonded to him? I am not clear on what bonding truly is, other than it will confuse my maker when he seeks my energy.” “Bonding is simply uniting energies to form a new flow. ‘Tis not the same as marriage as it does not legally tie thee together, although, if the bond is strong, the desire to leave and seek a new partner is not there,” Agatha explained.

"If I tell you everything, you promise not to hate me or leave?" "No, but you are still going to tell me." "I fucked up. I didn't know she would be connected to you or your mate." I had to close my eyes and focus on not shifting while he continued. I knew what was coming. "I contacted Bonnie Gilbert about finding me a mate. I wanted a powerful mate. I was even willing to mate a witch. I was feeling desperate it was the 10th anniversary of our parent's death. I was lonely and angry and a bit high. She said she had the perfect mate for me, a wolf with special abilities but she grew up human and didn't have control of her wolf. She encouraged me to just meet her casually that she would cast a s

“Look at the silver lines. I've never seen a body reject a bond like this. Your mark is demanding an anchor, and until it secures one, it will continue drinking her dry. So the more her spirit resists it, the more it takes from her.” Every time I fight it… I'm attacking myself? A bitter, breathless laugh wants to tear from my throat, but it dies as a dry cough. “So she's resisting the bond?” His grip on my shoulder tightens. “Is there an antidote? A way to undo it?” “Undo it?” Celine sounds almost incredulous. “You gave her your mark, Master. It is woven into her life force now. You cannot simply pull a thread out of a tapestry without unraveling the whole cloth. To force it out now would ki

he asked, stepping closer to where Nina stood with a lustful look on his face. “What are you doing?” I struggled against my bonds. “Leave her alone!” The warrior seemed to take my words as a challenge. He raised his hand to Nina, who glared at him defiantly. “Aarlon stop!” Another warrior interrupted him, regardless, he pushed Nina. Aarlon turned to me with a satisfied smile on his face. “On a second thought, you are right, I shouldn’t soil my hands with the disgusting blood of these Omegas.” I glanced back at Nina, relieved they were all right. “Nina… take care of Abigail,” I whispered, trying to seem calm as the warriors resumed dragging me away. “I will be fine, I promise you.”

She is mine. Her wetness coats her wet bloomers as she cries, begging for more. Shit! This isn't the plan. Milena is forbidden and out of reach. This woman has so much power over me. Or it’s the fucking mate bond, making me give a woman satisfaction with my finger. I am too powerful. Not one of those weak men who make a woman find satisfaction. But why can't I stop? My fucking finger can’t stop stroking her delicate clit. I’m losing it over her soft cries and how perfectly she yearns for me.

"Then we give it more love. More connection. We don't wait for the six months to run out we force the bond now. Tonight." "Elara." Julian's voice dropped, that Alpha register that made her spine want to bend. "The permanent bond isn't just more sex. It's a complete merging. Mind, body, the consciousness fully integrated into both our neural patterns. There's no coming back from it. No separation. If we do this wrong..."

"And the true mate bond is not a boundary. It's a fact." He didn't physically touch me but he reached out with his mind, focusing on the strained thread connecting us. A searing, white-hot spike of agony shot through my chest, localized right at the core of the bond. I gasped, doubling over, clutching my ribs, a desperate, silent whimper escaping my throat. It felt like he was twisting a wire deep inside me.

What is he pulling? Men are bound to sex, but it's my first day. I entered my room and shut the door. I can't afford to give in to his flirty demand I came here because of money, I chided myself. It's amusing, and quite unbelievable because how on earth will he like me on just the first day? "Rita, can I come inside"

Because I'm being a whore, just getting all excited and flustered around random men. That should not happen to a bonded woman. Unless the bond is dying.