Front Neck Tattoo

"Mine." I heard as I felt two sharp fangs biting my neck. I didn't know that at that moment, I was CLAIMED by the ALPHA of DARKNESS. --- They called me cursed. They bullied me. Spat on me. Blamed me for every misfortune. Until one night, they killed my family and threw me into the cave that reeked of death. I thought I was alone. I thought I would die in the dark. But something was already there—watching, waiting, hungry. When my blood spilled, he came out of the shadows. His fangs sank deep into my neck, and with a voice that made my soul tremble, he whispered one word. “Mine.” Years later, I tried to escape my past. But at the university, three Alphas appeared. And the King of Alphas—the untouchable Campus King—looked at me with the same hunger. Because he was the monster in the darkness. And I was never meant to be free.

He pushed her strapless dress below her very ripe boobs as they were now out , seeking for attention . Her rounded, full and very pointed attractions .He moved his concentration down. His kisses had retracted to her neck , as it now headed for her very ripe full breast , her lips immediately engulfed her dark pointy niples as she moaned with his hand playing with the other .He bit on her nipples as she moaned out the feeling abit of Pain and pleasure , but the pain was pleasure and she wanted more. His hand had wondered down to her thighs and maybe more .She moaned in delight as hs hand reached her pleasure camp. She noticed his face now back to hers , Her hands lingered over his chest before they somehow found his belt , undoing it. ‘’Alicia…’’

I bought a breathtakingly handsome and sculpted werewolf slave from the magic black market. His rock-hard abs were on full display, and his deep V-lines pointed straight down into his tight, low-slung pants. But once I got him home, it was clear something was very wrong. A low, suppressed growl rumbled constantly in his throat. He stared at me with his golden wolf eyes, looking like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me whole. His body burned like a walking furnace. I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller. The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description. [My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?] [The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?]

It was the day of our marriage. We were supposed to meet up at the City Hall, but my fiancee stood me up. I waited for her the whole day, and the only answer I got was a picture from her assistant. My girlfriend sat astride on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck while they were locked in a deep kiss. "Sorry, Mr. Terraton. Sophie insisted on comforting me. You don't mind, do you?" I demanded answers from my girlfriend, but that only made her impatient. "He donated his blood to me. Yeah, I was with him, but so what? Man up, will you?" That killed any love I had for her, and I called my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's sister. "Hey, Sylvie. Yeah, about your proposal. So will you marry me?"

"What do you f**king want?" his voice was warm against my neck, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "You," I breathed shamelessly. "I want you." "Do you know what it means to want me?" he asked, his finger trailing down my navel. I shook my head, shivering. "It means taking everything I have to offer. It means surrendering to my world. Are you sure you want all of that, tesoro?" I gave a quick nod. "Yes." **** Gabriel was given a task to watch Arielle—to protect her. What started as a duty turned into a habit. Habit turned into obsession until he began to crave her like a drug. Arielle never planned to fall for him—the man with the double identity. But with every look, every addictive touch, he pulled her deeper into a world she had no business craving.

‘’Damn, they sent a perfect b***h,’’ he spoke while he loosen his tie. The Aphrodisiac was already taking a very strong effect on Daniel, the wholesome billionaire, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. ‘’You invited me with your open legs. I will make sure to satisfy you,’’ he spoke in his raspy seductive voice and climbed over her. Grabbing her exposed milky white leg, he started moving his hand upwards from her thigh, creasing her soft skin, giving goosebumps to her. She felt a tingling sensation she never felt before. His eyes locked on her blossom, which was rising and falling with her heavy breaths. He placed his lips on her neck, giving her a nice love bite, making her bite her lips to stop that shameful moan escaping her mouth.

“God—” “Not God,” he muttered against my neck, biting the skin there. “Me. Say my name.” “Dorian!” I cried, back arching. “That’s it.” He stroked faster, his thumb teasing over the tip, slicking me up. “Good boy. Take it.” Ezra Monroe was raised to be pure. The perfect choir boy. Twenty-two and untouched—soft voice and eyes that have never looked too long at sin. But one man ruins everything. Father Dorian Vale. The moment his eyes meet Ezra’s, something snaps. And a good boy learns how to kneel for the wrong man. He was supposed to guide him to heaven. Instead, he’s teaching him how to sin. He’s not here to save Ezra. He’s here to ruin him. Slowly. Until every prayer sounds like his name.

Every she-wolf in the Blackwood Pack envied me. Olivia Klein, the lowest-ranked Omega who married the most powerful Alpha, Dominic Blackwood. Yet none knew the truth of my torment. The Phoenix mark on my neck made me Dominic Blackwood’s Luna—but it never made me his choice. For five years, I endured his hatred, the pack’s scorn, and the crushing weight of a prophecy no one believed. And when the car crash nearly stole our unborn child from me, my desperate calls went unanswered. Instead, Dominic moved his ex into our bedroom. That’s when I understood: prophecies lie. Marks fade. And some battles? Aren’t worth fighting. For the sake of my child, I was resolved to leave. But tell me, why did that callous, heartless Alpha suddenly have regrets?

"You died four days ago. You were buried yesterday. That's fast healing, even for us," Clara explained. "Us?" Clara smiled. "You have risen from the dead and have healed all your wounds. You have no pulse. You do not breathe, and we've been giving you blood so that you can survive. And the last thing you can remember is a tingling in your neck before you died." She clasped her hands together. "I've read your personnel file, Shamira. I know you're not stupid, even if your former bosses thought you were. You can figure this --" "Vampire? You're kidding, right? You have to --" "Wanna go ahead and say 'But there's no such thing as vampires' so we can get that out of the way?" "There's no such thing as vampires!"

"I bet you slipped those fingers between your thighs and made yourself come thinking of my fangs inside that neck, didn't you sunce moje?" *** They are the gods of hockey in my school. Men forged to conquer the world both on and off the ice. But I know who they really are beneath those helmets. They are the men who had my sister fall for them blindly. The men who promised her the world once the went pro. Then they killed her and now all the gloves are off. Going after my dead twin sister's boyfriends was never supposed to be easy but when I get in too deep with them, enough to like the way they live off my scent, I start to think I never signed up for this. I never signed up to be shackled to...real monsters let alone wear their numbers on my back.