Bitten Novels & Stories

“Maybe. It’s not clear. We don’t tend to look it – Why are you asking?” I grit my teeth. “I’ve… I’ve been bitten.” He hissed. “What the hell?” “It’s complicated,” I said. “I was just trying to protect and… He bit me. I don’t think he drank much, but he’s definitely dead. She tore him apart.” “You need medical treatment. A bite alone isn’t enough to do much to you. You’re of an awakened bloodline, but it will make you weaker.”

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.”

He pulled him by his collar, crashing his lips on Drake’s. Drake’s eyes widened, he was caught off guard. August bit down on Drake’s lower lip, pretty enough to draw blood and soothed it with his tongue. He pulled away breathing out, and looked at the mark he made in satisfaction. He held Drake’s gaze with determination, “Remember this pain Drake. And don’t forget that the bastard's son has his persistence too.” He let go of Darke’s collar and stomped towards the stairs. (END OF FLASHBACK)

It is like a quick whiplash against the skin when he bites through, then the area becomes numb. And I scream.

A small whimper escaped my lips at the sight of it. Oh God. "Next time, you will be dead." He whispered in my ear and I felt bile rising up my throat. For a mere second, it seemed like I knew that voice. But just because it was a whisper and his face was covered with that mask, I couldn't have recognized it. Before I could've reacted even in the slightest, he gripped my palm and slashed the knife across it.

“Hold me. And if it gets too painful, feel free to bite down.” I hiccuped. “You… want me to bite you?” “Why do you keep repeating everything I say?” “I’m not!” I shot at him, “It’s just, who in the their right senses would want to be bitten? That’s just… Barberic.” He tilted his head, “It might come as a shock to you, Sunshine. That some people actually enjoy getting bitten while they are being fucked senseless. ” “W-what?” “You heard me.”

His muzzle hovered above my face, hot breath panting against my neck, fangs grazing my skin. He bit down, not hard enough to break flesh, but enough to mark, claiming. The sharp sting sent another wave of pleasure ripping through me, my pussy spasming wildly around his locked knot. He howled, a long, triumphant sound that echoed off the walls, and I felt the first thick ropes of his cum erupt inside me, flooding my womb in hot, endless pulses.

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."

He growled loudly at me, a growl that made me close my eyes because I thought that this time it would be the end of me. The wolf bit me, but not my skin, but my shirt, he tore it completely, leaving me alone in my brazier. It did the same with my skirt. I was motionless and almost breathless. I needed to do something, I needed to get out of here. I needed to defend myself.

Without thinking, I listen. I lean up and, as hard as I can, bite Axel’s arm. The world bursts in light.