Bitten Novels & Stories

‘’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.

“Don’t play coy. Those marks are unmistakable.” Fello unlocked her phone screen. “Let’s see what love bites mean,” she said with a grin. “Don’t!” I said. She ignored my protest, cleared her throat, and read, "Typically, a 'love bite' refers to a mark on the skin caused by biting, sucking, or kissing, often on the neck or other areas, usually during passionate moments between romantic partners. It's also known colloquially as a hickey.” Rebecca leaned her head closer to Fello’s phone and read, “It’s a sign of affection, usually between two people in a relationship. It can also be a sign of dominance and used as a form of control. In some cases, it can be a sign of violence.”

“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

He was busy arguing with a god that doesn’t show up to deals like his. When he bit me the second time—lower, near the collarbone, a savage drag and shake like a dog with a rope—the world went white and returned differently. Sound dulled. Edges sharpened. I tasted metal and something bitter-sweet I didn’t have a word for. The bite throbbed and throbbed, a tide that didn’t care what it drowned. I thought of Remy’s hand at the back of my neck, the way his yes felt, the way his no had made me safer, and I forced myself to breathe like Todd taught me, in through my nose, out through my mouth, like a swimmer who knows the shore is real even when the horizon lies.

Was it anger that made him bite me, or was it something darker? His teeth were not ordinary; they were like those of his wolf form. This realization sent a shiver down my spine. Why had he bitten me? Was it an act of aggression or a threat to my life? The bite was superficial, barely breaking the skin, but it was enough to shatter my trust in him. Perhaps I had been naive to think he was different from his brother, Jonas. Now, I was infected with something unknown, something that was making me feel ill.

“Beth.” My toes curled, and my pussy throbbed. No one had ever called my name in that manner. I was no longer in control as he kissed a path to my neck. His teeth grazed me first, then a shot of pain flashed through that spot. I shoved him, and my hand went to the stinging spot on my neck. “Did you just bite me?” I asked. I touched something warm. My blood. “Jesus, you bit me.” “Sorry. Weird fetish of mine.”

He groaned, pushing her upwards as she still laid on him while his lips were buried into her bosoms, letting his tongue ravage her body. She still wasn't enough, and she still didn't have enough of him. There was a Sweetness in his neck, and when she buried her lips in his neck, he licked it with her tongue. He moaned, whispering to her, "Bite me.!" She stopped. It was as though she didn't hear his words right and she looked straight into his eyes, her face squeezed in confusion as she asked him, "What?". "You heard me..! Bite me!", He said again. It as first started up as a reflex from the sweetness if had embrace and moves, and when he had to think about it again, he felt as though it was

" I bite the inside of my cheek nervously, trying once more to reach Sinclair through the bond, but i can't seem to reach him. How much longer can I stall for? Talking is getting tiring because my eyes are starting to grow as heavy as my limbs. Eliana pulls a seat over to my bedside, and she leans back, kicking her foot on the iron frame. "For a second, I'll let myself believe you aren't just trying to mislead me. Tell me about this 'bite' and how it is done." "You wouldn't understand it even if I explained it to you like an infant. It isn't just a bite. It is an exchange. A simple bite is merely an injury that can be treated with antibiotics and whatever you humans use. But The Bite, it is

I scream to him. He roars and lunges for me, slamming my back against the wall and knocking all the air out my lungs. He grabs my throat, squeezes it shut and before I can push him off me, his teeth sink in the soft flesh between my neck and collarbone until they hit the bone. The fucking bastard marked me! He fucking marked me! His emotions smash into me like a tidal wave, anger, frustration, lust and just a hint of guilt. I push him off me when he rolls his tong over the bite wound, closing it with his saliva. I shiver from the feeling he instantly gives me, fucking mate bond. I open my mouth to scream at him before my world twirls around me and darkness swallows me.

My babies will bite you and eat you alive. Abigail dimly noted that the purring whispers now seemed to be coming from outside her head. She felt a caress on her thigh, hot breath on her neck. She turned her head and was face to face with Lilith. Abigail recoiled, as though electrified; her mind instantly clear, the whispering spell shattered by Lilith's malignant grin. She sprang to her feet, staggering like a drunkard, her head reeling at the bizarre insanity of her position. Lilith's silvery tones rose to strident screams of fury: