Bite Me: A Love Story Novels & Stories

I told her as I opened her legs, she was ready for me. "I want you and you don't need my permission to Bite Me." She bit my bottom lip. Fuck. I made my way inside her and then I sink my fangs in her neck. She didn't winced in pain, she was in a blissful state. Making love to her while drinking her blood was pure ecstasy. I was in control with her. She was mine forever and I was hers. I didn't marry her cause I felt sorry, I truly love her. After our love session, we laid on the bed all tangled up. She snuggled up to me and fell asleep. I kissed her goodnight.

“No, but I don’t love you either. Let’s just say, we have this symbiotic relationship called commensalism where one party benefitted while the other does not. Come on, Terah! It’s just a kiss. You kissed him ten years ago. Kissing him now wouldn’t matter. Just imagine you are kissing me.” Terah was disgusted. Her and D kissing? No freaking way! Yuck. Ew. “Gross. That would be like me kissing a toad.” “But that toad turned into a handsome prince.” “You are not that kind of toad.” “I am a prince.” “Of the dead. Underworld.”

“I… I…” She wasn’t able to say anything after that. And I admit I have lost the said bet. I couldn’t stop myself from being rough. There’s just something about this woman that triggers my carnal instinct. Maximus was not helping at all. He was clouding my mind with his desire for his mate. I blanked out and just felt myself drilling inside her until my canines extended and bit her neck just as we both released. “You… lost.” She spoke through heavy breaths. Despite the mind blowing orgasm, and the haze in her eyes, I’m impressed that she still was able to remember that.

“Now for the biting part, I told you that it is for everyone's safety right? ” I nodded. “That is because everyone will see that bite on you and they will recognize that you are already mine. I know you wouldn't handle so much pain so I didn't completely deepen my bite. If not to be entertained in a year, that bite would soon fade. It is only temporary, now that we haven't yet got married. But soon, when the right moon shines, I know you would crave for my own bite. ” My brows furrowed on its own upon his last statement. ‘Do I look like I want to be bitten? ’

He kissed her so hard that their teeth collided against each other’s. Clara tried to push him away with her other hand but he caught it and also pinned it to her side. Clara then bit his lip which forced him to back up. “You crazy woman!” Andrew said touching his lip lightly where she had bit him. It was bleeding a little. Clara has a taste of his blood in her mouth. She raised her hand to slap him but Andrew caught it. “Enough!” he told her. She jerked her hand out of his. “No one will ever love a monster like you.” She told him and left slamming the door.

Those red piercing fucky eyes! I stretched my neck so he could see it. He dived in and kissed it while nibbling it a little. “Come on, baby… Harder!” He did it as I told him to do. He pushed me on the bed harder. I heard the crack of it but he did mind it. He keeps on thrusting inside me. “Ugh! It stings! I love it! Fucky! Oh!” “Harder please! Break my bones! Ugh!”

When his eyes met hers, she saw it—the truth neither of them wanted to speak. This was the last time. “I love you,” she said. Her voice cracked. “I know.” His smile was blood and sorrow. They kissed once, desperate, a tether burned into eternity. Then Autumn ran. Up the tower. Through smoke and shattered stone. To the altar where the rift first cracked open. She drew the dagger. Drove it into her palm. The Book opened beside her, glowing again, its silver light flooding the tower. For the first time since the frost, it lived.

he rasped, his voice dropping even lower, "we're going to make this official." Before I could process his words, I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my neck, right over my scent gland. He bit me. His teeth sank into my flesh, a white-hot agony that stole my breath. A scream tore from my throat, but it was quickly cut off as a wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure washed over me. His saliva, an alpha's venom, entered my bloodstream, a potent chemical cocktail that was rewriting my biology from the inside out. The pain melted into a blissful, all-consuming euphoria. The claiming bite. It was permanent. It was undeniable. I was his.

He pinned my wrists to the furs above my head with one hand, his grip bruising. "Mine," he growled, burying his face in my neck. He bit me. It wasn't the careful, claiming bite of the alley. This was hunger. He sank his teeth into the soft muscle where my neck met my shoulder, right over the healed scar of the first mark. I screamed, but it was a scream of release. The pain grounded me, giving the fever a focal point. "Yes!" I cried, arching into him. "Mark me!" He tore at his own pants, the fabric ripping. He kicked them away, leaving us skin to skin.

The rest of the walk home is a blur of self-hatred and exhaustion. I replay the night in fragments—the bar, the drink, his eyes finding me across the dim room, the weight of his body on mine, the sharp pain of the bite, the strange, terrifying pleasure that came after it. Each memory is a fresh wound. I prod at them like a tongue prodding a sore tooth, unable to stop.