Bitten Novels & Stories

I batted my lashes and replied lightly, "Kiss me, and I'll have the motivation." My words hit Marcus like a lightning bolt. His head snapped up, and the pen ripped a long line across the page. "What?" he exclaimed. A smirk tugged at my lips as I looked at him. "Didn't you ask what you can do to get me going? One kiss, and I'm fully recharged." He froze completely. His eyes darted around, lashes fluttering behind his glasses. He swallowed hard, yet he couldn't get a single word out. The blush spread from his face to his neck.

Need. When I wake up, that’s all I feel throbbing between my legs. White-hot need. I groan, then plop out of bed, trying to recall the last thing that happened to me. I’d been bitten by my boys. They claimed me as their own. And then I was… chasing the moon? Another slash of need jolts through my stomach, and I clench my thighs so tight that I think I might cum from that alone. A moan slips from my lips, but it’s not enough.

He pushed off the railing and jogged toward the locker room without looking back. Sienna waited exactly four seconds. "Was that a HICKEY?" "No." "That is a hickey. That is a massive, aggressive, somebody-was-trying-to-eat-you hickey. Zara – Zara, look at her neck." Zara leaned forward from my other side. Looked. Raised both eyebrows. "Girl." "It's nothing." "That is not nothing. That is evidence." Sienna grabbed my chin and tilted my head. "That's a bite mark. Who bit you? When did someone bite you? Why wasn't I informed of a biting?"

“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.”

I said, still a bit startled, "but where did that come from?" Adam gently rubbed his warm hands up and down my arms, a tender gesture that made the chill in the air fade slightly. "You were bitten," he replied, his voice low and soothing. I pulled back suddenly, my real annoyance flaring. "What?" "Let me finish," he said, taking a small step closer, his seriousness cutting through the tension. "The bite didn't break the skin... You got lucky." His gaze dropped, evading mine as if he were wrestling with the gravity of what he was saying.

The blood was dark red, and the edges of the wound were already blackening. “Poison,” I whispered. I patted Kael’s cheek. He was half-conscious and shivering. “Were you bitten? Kael, answer me!” I panicked. He muttered weakly. “Just a…” “Focus, Kael. Were you bitten?” “Yeah,” he replied hoarsely.

It was the colour of a blood moon, of an ancient, foul fire that consumed everything it touched. In that frozen moment, everything crashed into place with the force of a physical blow. Beatrice had been bitten, makers for chaos. It wasn’t a rogue bite. It was a defilement. She hadn’t been turned, she had been infested. My mind screamed a single, horrifying word. Demon.

“That’s… not terrifying at all.” Aiden hesitated. “There’s more.” Cass raised a brow. “I’m hungry,” Aiden whispered. “All the time. Not for food. For something else.” Cass didn’t joke this time. He just nodded. “You were bitten,” he said. “And now… something’s waking up inside you.” Aiden blinked. “How do you know that?” “Because I’ve been researching. Since the night it happened. That scream? The one we heard before you blacked out? It wasn’t a coyote. I recorded it. Ran it through some filter online. It’s not an animal sound.”

I look at her hands and they are trembling. "Give her something to calm her down." I say to Stephano and he nods before reaching into his jacket pocket and getting out a small white pill. I don't care to ask what it is cause I just need her calm. "What is it?" She softly asks looking at the pill in her hand. "Beta blocker." Stephano says and she looks at him like he's crazy and I almost laugh. "Isn't that heart attack medication?" She asks and Stephano simply shrugs.

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.