Thrice Bound Chest Novels & Stories

"That's not going to work." Sebastian smirked. "The handcuffs are infused with magic and can't be broken. They didn't hold that feral vampire, but they will hold you." Helena stared at him defiantly, refusing to give in. Sebastian laughed as he watched her struggle.

“Isn’t fate just so damn cute?” Lyka sighed, “You are powerful, each of you and you need to discover it. To expand it.” “But enough to defeat him?” Art snickered. “Yes, enough to destroy him. We will talk about it later. Before that you can read this book.” Shalom handed them a thick, leather bound book. In the cover, was a handwritten word. Bloodsongs. In wild red. ____

He grins—wild, terrified, a little unhinged. “And threads can be cut.” His free hand lifts, fingers curling in the air like he’s grabbing something I can’t see. The glyph over his chest pulses bright enough to hurt my eyes. The pressure around us howling. I feel it, we both do. A single, massive strand in that invisible net, running straight through him and down into whatever waits in the dark, goes taut. Then Elias yanks.

“Not wolves. Not witches. Something in between. Something meant to bind.” My breath hitched. “Bind what?” I whispered. Her gaze softened—just a fraction. “Things the Goddess didn’t want walking free.” The lights overhead flickered again. This time, it wasn’t subtle. I gasped as that same sharp pain lanced through my chest, stronger now, radiating outward like something inside me was straining against invisible chains. Johanis was on his feet instantly. “Aya!” “I’m okay,” I lied, clutching my chest as the bond flared wildly.

He roared quite confident of himself A harsh smile played upon her lips, her sweetness replaced by something venomous and twisted "Very well!" she said "paplotësimi i kontratës më detyron pretendimin e tij" Ven roared charging at her, only to find himself sprawled across the floor, clutching his chest in pain, he let out an obscene scream as something deep and ancient marked him, drawing out a piece of his tattered sould and binding it to the goddess's will. When the pain finally stopped, he looked down to find the the word Bound etched in ancient greek across his chest.

And I could feel it. Not in the wind whispering through the trees. Not in the shifting shadows dancing across the walls. But deep in my chest— low, insistent, and aching. Something was wrong. I gasped suddenly, my hand flying to my chest. Pain, sharp and searing twisted beneath my ribs, and for one terrifying heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. My lungs locked. My heart thundered. The bond tugged violently, like a thread yanked taut, trembling with fear and agony.

“She’s the one the visions warned us about. The girl who can resist the Alpha bond. The one with three threads tied to her neck.” “Three?” I turned now, eyes narrowing. He nodded. “The triplets. Dax. Kai. Riven. All three are bound to her. They would have marked her during the Trials—together, but—” A low whistle left my mouth. “What kind of creature pulls three Alphas like moths to flame?” “A cursed one,” he said bitterly. “The kind that stirs war.” I crossed the room slowly, my boots silent against the black marble. My blade sat on the low obsidian table, its surface catching the moonlight. I picked it up, turning the weapon in my hand.

He began to bind her. First the chest harness. The rope looped beneath her breasts, cinched tight so they were lifted and framed, nipples thrust forward like offerings. Every knot he tied pressed the silk against her skin and sent sparks straight to her clit. He worked downward in perfect diamond patterns, rope framing her ribs, her waist, her hips. When he reached her cunt he paused. He parted her folds with two fingers, stroked once, twice, gathering her wetness, then threaded the rope between her legs so a thick knot settled directly on her clit. He pulled it snug. The slightest shift of her weight ground the knot against her swollen bud and made her knees buckle.

I moved forward, step by step. And then—it happened. The tug came again, hot and unrelenting. My chest felt like it was being crushed, my heart was pounding, and I felt burning all over my skin. No. No, no, no. The mate bond. It splintered apart between us, as it had with Kael. Constricting. Heavy. Unbreakable. I stumbled on my feet, falling to the floor as my heart raced repeatedly. Damon froze. And his eyes widened, flickering, from gold to wild red. "You… Silver wolf…"

The description felt inadequate for the strange tugging sensation centered in my chest, as though invisible threads were being woven between them with each synchronized breath. "That's the bond responding," Dr. Winters explained. "Now for the next stage." She moved to stand between them, placing one hand atop where mine rested on Grace's chest, and the other atop Grace's hand on me.