Bite Marks Jenika Snow Novels & Stories

Our fangs grew long at the same time but Kai and I marked Dominic’s neck together before we both blacked out, without marking each other. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Snow’s POV // A/N- Snow is Bella’s Lycan Dominic looked at us in amusement when he noticed the shift and before his high from the intense release died down, he was already sinking his fangs in my neck while Kai’s Lycan, Dexter was doing the same to me on the other side.

Brutal, deep cut canine bites that left him bleeding in places. Derrick looked all over him and saw that the bite marks were not just on his thighs, they were all over him. Rolph would be pissed. "Who did this?" He asked with a strained voice as he turned to HD who was standing by the side with Lobo as his guard. Following HD's glance, Derrick's eyes landed on Ice. He was also on a bed with his upper torso naked. The tip end of José's pin sword was protruding from his left side. The guy had buried the whole pin into Ice till only the tip was remaining. HD had tried to wrap him up without removing the pin.

The long roots were revealed as the pine couldn't hold the power and collapsed to the ground. Hyene launched herself at him while his back was turned, sinking her long teeth into his shoulder. Dimitri roared in anger and grabbed at her head in a desperate attempt to shake her off. Hyene only sunk her bite deeper, yanking her head back with a large chunk of flesh. Dimitri let out another pain-filled screech as he placed some distance between Hyene and himself. Without noticing it, Dimitri backed himself right into another Shifter. An unfamiliar wolf I assumed was Blake snapped at his feet, making him jump back in surprise.

Jenny bit her lip, but it wasn't because he dirtied animal skin that she hated him, just silently helped him clean his face. In order to detoxify him, she put a drop of water containing the healing effect. The snow and dirt were all wiped away, and the handsome face of the gray wolf reappeared. After adding two more scars and a little black dot, he looked both unsightly and pitiful at first glance. She reached out carefully, her warm fingertips touching a few black dots on his cheek. What made her a little surprised was, these black dots seemed to be able to sense her existence, she poked one, those black dots would come back to life, inching to the side to dodge.

I growl, stepping closer as I step on its lower back and it screams. I reach down and remove the hood. My eyes widen as I take in the person on the ground with claw marks on her leg. Jennifer. Sniffing the air, why can’t I pick up on her scent? She isn’t using a concealing spray. I can always smell the effect. So where is her scent? “What are you doing here?” I say in my Lycan form as I look down at her. Rage consumes me, remembering what Marissa said about the perfume and the poison.

Really bad. "Are you okay?" she asked. Snow nodded. "I’m fine." She was eating breakfast, and her wounds had already been treated. "You sure?" Imogen pressed. Snow furrowed her brow. "Why? Should something be wrong?" Imogen quickly shook her head, flashing a smile. Snow returned it, dismissing the concern, but Imogen’s face still carried worry. After a few seconds of staring, Imogen walked out. She had wanted to see any signs of marks on Snow’s body. Apart from that, Lycanites surely had wolfsbane on their claws—enough to kill any wolf instantly. But Snow was still standing.

Zemia said when noticed the switch of personality. “You’re weak aren’t you?!.” Snow asked him. “I want to talk to her..” Zemia said in pain. “Alora is taking a break from your drama, speak to Snow!.” Snow replied conningly. Traces of tear stained her eye and cheek. “I am sorry!.” “What did you do to yourself?!.” Snow asked him. “Marking an Alpha that really damaged you!.” Snow said with hate in her eyes something Alora would have never shown.

Then, soft, but firm– Snow's voice echoed within her. "Come back to yourself, Aria. You are making things harder on our mate. Stop scaring the poor soul. The mark… it's useless, so you have nothing to worry about Aria’s eyes widened. "What? Snow, what do you mean by that?" "I sensed he was going to mark you," Snow explained gently. "So I hid… deep in the space I created when we I was first locked out– after the rejection. His mark couldn’t reach me there. It has no anchor. No bond. It’ll fade in moments."

I pointed at the marks on my neck, and I trembled all over. "These were bites from those things…" I said. Cesare was skeptical. He looked closely, noting that the marks were red and swollen. They did not look like love bites, more like an allergic reaction. He was about to lose his temper, but Winter spoke from the side. "She reeks of men's fragrance, Cesare. Who knows where she slept around last night?" mocked Winter. I suddenly stood up and used all my strength to slap Winter across the face. Smack!

We were officially snowbound. I should have felt trapped. Instead, I felt… grateful. I turned my head to watch Jennifer sleep. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing slow and even. The mark on her shoulder had deepened overnight—a dusky bruise where my teeth had claimed her. My wolf preened at the sight. I couldn't resist touching her. My fingers traced the curve of her hip, slipping beneath the blanket to rest on the warm skin of her stomach. She stirred, a soft sound escaping her throat. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused.