Bitten Novels & Stories

Brianna replied with her famous straightforward character. "I am no one's dog on a leash. I bark and bite on my own," she scoffed. "Some of your men even calls me a Bitch, well I maybe am, and I might just be that crazy bitch to bite you all with deadly rabies. Beware," she added.

‘’I wanted you as mine for forever, now you will finally be’’ he said with possessiveness and anticipation. My canines replaced my regular teeth and I bite him at his neck leaving my mark and I kissed the spot afterwards. I know that it hurt but he didn’t even make a sound. Than he bite me and I felt a pain making me scream. He linked the spot I could feel the mate bond being stronger. I could feel power running through me and I knew that now we both will be stronger.

I rarely sleep, my mind is never at rest to actually sleep or maybe insomnia had already seeped deeper into my system than I had expected. I was due for a haircut, my disheveled hair was a great clue. The tip of my nose stood red and pink lips, red. Wait, why were they red? Your constant biting down on it and licking, is hint enough? I rolled my eyes at my mind sassing me.

“Of course, I will forgive you. Can someone please explain everything for me, please?” Looking around the room to the different sets of eyes, I wait for my answer. When it finally comes, it is unexpected. “From a medical standpoint, I will deliver my findings.” Doctor Harken announces with a newfound strength. “From your description of the bumps you had given, residing throughout your body, I assumed your neck was infected as you had stated. The details you had given were right on track to be an infection. I, however, had a different thought that fluttered to mind when I saw the placement and the size of the puncture wounds.” “And that would be what?” My voice shaking as Talvin squeezes my h

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? On the left side of my neck, in the hollow right where my neck meets my shoulder isn’t just a hickey…OH NO! That is a bite mark! I mean, it was wild animal sex up against the bedroom door and I really want to experience that again but… COME ON! He bit me! Like a fucking animal! I can see the edges where his teeth clamped down into me. The skin never broke, thank God; I would have bled like the cheesy special effects in a B-rate slasher movie. But even from this angle I can tell that is a distinct bite mark and a massive hickey to go with it. I cannot believe that Tyson did that to me!! Oh… he is SOOOOOO feeling my wrath, right this fucking minute!!

Which apparently answered enough. Her face drained of color. “Oh my God.” “Delaney.” “You know something.” “It’s complicated.” “Don’t give me that shit.” She stepped toward me again. “You’ve known something this whole fucking time.” My wolf shifted restlessly beneath my skin. Not because she was yelling. She wasn’t. Because she was frightened. And I hated it. “You’re safe.” Her laugh was sharp. “That is not an answer.” “No.” “Then answer me.” I couldn’t. Not yet. Not here. Not when we still didn’t know who had bitten her or whether he was watching the dorm right now.

Not with relief. Not with concern. With something cold and calculating."Adrian, I'm hurt," she said, holding up her arm. The blackened bite mark was visible even in the dim light. "I was bitten. I need help. We need to get out of here."Adrian took a step closer, his eyes locked on her arm. Then he looked at her face, his expression unreadable.

Kellan sits staring at me. I think I broke them. I want to laugh, but I don't. I just wait for them to figure out the words that they need to say. I don't get why it is so wrong for me to ask for them to do it together. Or am I missing something? "The bite claiming someone is painful and intense..." Kellan's words pause. "You're forgetting, I know. Draven bit and claimed me, remember?" I know it is painful; it's different from normal biting. I'm not entirely dumb.

My body was covered in goosebumps. I was going to be sick. “What’s the matter, little stepsister?” I heard him ask. “Not up to playing games with me?” I clenched my jaw tightly, refusing to answer him. He chuckled. “I’m talking to you, Mena.” I didn’t like the way my name sounded as it left his lips. He tried to touch me again and this time, I bumped my head into the window as I tried to put distance between us. “Careful there,” he laughed. “You wouldn’t want to get hurt.”

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.