Bite Me: A Love Story Novels & Stories

She was close—I could feel it in the flutter of her walls, the way her nails dug crescents into my forearms, drawing pinpricks of blood. “Eryx—please—” Her plea was a whisper, but it shattered me. I leaned down further, my mouth hovering over the soft juncture of her neck and shoulder. The wolf in me surged forward, fangs elongating slightly, the beast demanding its due. I bit. Hard. Not a gentle love bite. A wolf’s claim—teeth sinking deep, piercing skin and muscle with a snap of magic that crackled like lightning between us. Electric, violent, binding.

She kissed the sore on my back and it stung as she bit into my skin. “Love bite.” She whispered. “Fuck off.” “Oh I won’t. I bet your brother would love to see you alive.” “Don’t you dare!”

He thinks I’m helpless. But I’m not the girl who cried at his funeral. I’m the girl who learned to shoot in a basement. I wait until his mouth is on mine. Until his tongue pushes past my teeth. Then I bite. I clamp down on his lower lip. Hard. I feel the skin break. I taste the rush of his blood mixing with mine. He screams into my mouth. He tries to pull back. I hold on. I grind my teeth. He punches me in the ribs.

"Bite me?" "Exactly," the Alpha replied solemnly. "And at what point does our lovemaking become part of the story?" asked Bianca, her eyes glistening as she placed her index finger on Black's cheek to meet his gaze again. "Reassure me, you don't have to bite me so I can get a taste of...?" she continued, lowering her eyes to the Alpha's crotch. _Aaaaw... explain to her that you don't have to bite her for that," yelped Mr. Wolf happily.

I'm performing the mating ritual with someone—I never thought that would actually happen! "I love you," Sleepy whispers against my skin before his teeth connect with my pulsating neck. I suppress a shriek when it stings, burns from his teeth coming through my skin. "I love you too..." I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the pain blasting through my body. For a moment, I can't breathe, but then sanity washes over me, and I squirm in Sleepy's arms until my mouth is directly over his neck. Then, without wavering, I bite him. Sleepy shudders in response but keeps still, allowing me to mark him.

"Start fast and don’t bore me." Bram didn't hesitate. The desperation of his situation fused with a sudden, overwhelming surge of lust. He buried his face in her, his tongue lashing out to find her clit. Beatrice let out a sharp, jagged breath as he worked her, his tongue broad and punishing. She wasn't a gentle lover; she shoved her hips forward, forcing him to take her entire weight against his face. She reached down, her fingers digging into his scalp, her nails drawing blood. "Yeah, eat it, you pathetic little debtor," she groaned, her voice a guttural scrape. "Lick every drop of what you owe me."

He kissed her neck. She closed her eyes, savoring his presence. “Kiss the bite,” she whispered. “Bad idea,” he said “Please. Who knows how long it will be until I see you again.” “A day. Two max.” He pulled the edge of her collar aside and kissed her love bite before tracing it with his tongue. A rush of heat flooded her pussy. It was the craziest thing, her body coming to life so easily. “But I need you.” “Bethany, this isn’t easy for me, baby. It’s for your own good. Things could get ugly.”

“We left. Went behind the bar. He didn’t touch me, at least not in the way I expected. Just whispered something I didn’t understand. Something in a different language.” “What did it sound like?” Beatrice shook her head. “I don’t remember. I think it rhymed. It was low and fast. Then he leaned in and kissed my throat. It felt… hot. Like his mouth was on fire. And then he bit me.” Her hand went instinctively to her neck, where the mark had long faded. “And you didn’t scream?” “I couldn’t. My voice, my whole body went still. I remember falling. Then waking up hours later, on the curb.”

"Are you sure about this?" I nodded. "I want you to make love to me." His fingers grazed my inner thigh and rested on my entrance, sparking a light moan from me as I clasped my legs. But Silas was not having it, his fingers were dancing at my core, while his other hand went around my waist to hold me in place. "Silas!" I cried. "Repeat what you said," he muttered against my lips. "Make love to m–" The rest of the sentence died in my throat as his lips met mine in a fierce kiss, and I felt like I was going to melt from all the sparks coursing through my body.

I was starting to think that finding out the truth of what happened to me may wasn't really something I wanted. "You were bitten. The doctor told you this?" I silently nodded. "But he didn't tell you what bit you?" A shake of my head. "You were bitten by a wolf. Specifically, a werewolf."