Novel & Cerita Bite Me: A Love Story

Are you willing to let your family die because of you? My fingernails dug into my hands, already bloodied. Tears streamed down my cheeks, falling to the floor and turning into blood-stained pearls. "I hate you, Cyrus!" In response, I got a kiss that was so fierce I couldn't breathe. Cyrus growled, "You hate me? What right do you have to hate me?!" I didn't speak, his kiss making me dizzy and confused. These days, I was less and less conscious and aware, to the point where I almost forgot how in love we were in the past.

I whisper, almost broken with need. He leans in, lips just barely brushing me. I hold my breath. But he stops right there and smiled I’m dripping for him, begging silently… every inch of me trembling. And then—his mouth finally finds my clit. Josh licks my clit slowly, deliberately, like he’s tasting something sacred. My hips jolt off the bed, a scream tearing from my throat. “Josh!” It’s too much. Not enough. He flattens his tongue against me, dragging it in a long, slow stroke that makes my entire body tense.

Shayne asks, very intrigued. A miserable groan slips from my mouth. “No, marking your husband or wife with a bite is fairly normal,” Tommy says, glancing at me before turning his eyes back to Shayne. “You don’t have to be a fated mate to have a mark. Most people who exchange them are just in love. And the giving of the mark is like…a very physical exchange of wedding rings.” He narrows his eyes, contemplating that, I think wondering if his metaphor is correct.

Even though I was talking about the dog, my gaze was fixed on him. His face turned sour. Just as he was about to speak, chaos erupted. The dog suddenly became agitated and bared its teeth at me. Before anyone else could react, it lunged at me. In my past life, that was how I got bitten to death. I had tried to grab my bag and hit it, but Thomas had stopped me. "Mom, that's Sophia's favorite dog! If you hurt it, she'll be heartbroken!" Because of that, I missed my chance and ended up letting the dog bite me repeatedly. It also led me to lose my daughter forever.

He rolled halfway toward me, his eyes glassy, like he held tears in them, "Why do I feel like this? Why does it hurt?" I could lie, and tell him it was just a side effect of the shift, but he deserved the truth. "I'm sorry, it's because of me, I bit you last night, I promise I didn't mean to... not like that. But I dunno my wolf recognized something in you and now.....now we’re bonded." His eyes widened, "Wait, what?" "Not fully...just partially, the bite triggered the bond, but we're not fully bonded, and now your body is stuck, it wants to finish what we started."

Then, without warning, he bit my shoulder hard. "Genesis!" Something sparked inside me as adrenaline flooded my veins. I could feel his presence inside me, his breath panting against my neck. "Bernice..." His voice was hoarse. "You're my mate." "Stop it, Genesis! Why did you do that to me?" "I marked you." He gently turned me around. "You feel it, too, right? That we're mates?" I shook my head quickly. "No!" Why, Genesis? Why did you do that to me?"

His voice dropped, deep and earnest. “When you accept the bond... when you’re mine...” He hesitated just a moment. “I’ll mate you. Then I’ll bite you. Just here.” Aria’s breath hitched. She turned slightly to meet his eyes. “I don’t want you to bite me.” His thumb grazed the sensitive spot again, soft and slow. “You will. And it won’t hurt you. It’s not pain, it’s pleasure, in a way. The bite marks you as mine, binds us together, and awakens something inside you.”

One hand grabbed my chin in a bruising grip, forcing my face up to his. “You bit me, princess,” he murmured, voice rough with something between amusement and arousal. “Good. I like when you fight.” Before I could respond, his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was deep, possessive, devouring. Then he bit my lower lip — hard. I gasped as pain flared and blood welled up. He licked it away, mixing our blood together in a filthy, coppery kiss that made my stomach twist and my traitorous body heat.

The band was formed from tiny diamonds arranged like intertwining flower branches, and at the center sat a smooth, luminous pearl that glowed softly in the sunlight. “Zoe,” he said quietly, “I know you’ve been hurt before, but I want to give you a future that feels safe. Will you marry me?” His voice was low and gentle, his eyes filled with sincerity and hope. I froze for a moment. Then, my vision blurred as tears welled up and spilled over. Nodding through my tears, I whispered, “I will.”