Grab A Bite Novels & Stories

I couldn't think of a single Pack member who would ever contemplate biting a human for the fun of it or because it would serve some other purpose. I knew better than anyone that there were shifters out there who would bite without provocation; I was a prime example. I doubted I would ever know who bit me and why. What was it about me that night that meant I was the unlucky one? Was it chance? Had I just been something convenient to play with? I can't have mattered to them. Just like I don't think I mattered to Zachary, not really. I think I was just a means to an end, a thing he wanted so was taking. He and the wolf who bit me had a lot in common. The bedroom door swung open again and my cap

Her breath catches. ‎ ‎“Come here.” ‎ ‎She obeys instantly, crawling to him. The sound of her own heartbeat is deafening. He grabs her wrist, pulls her up against him. His mouth crushes hers. His tongue forces in. His teeth bite down—hard. Blood floods her mouth. He doesn’t stop. ‎ ‎He fists her hair, yanks her head back. His mouth descends to her neck. The bite is savage. Skin breaks. Blood wells. She gasps.

I hissed but didn’t pull back. Blood welled up quickly, dark and ready, and she pressed my wrist to his lips. For a moment, he didn’t move. Then his Adam’s apple shifted. He swallowed. "Sabrina..." I murmured, unsure if it was relief or horror crawling over me. His lips moved slightly, mouth parting to take more. Then a growl vibrated from his throat. I flinched as his canines pierced my skin. Pain flared. It was sudden, sharp, not just a bite, but a claim. Like he was tethering himself back to life through me.

she overseen to rasp. With a moo snarl, he pulled her confront to his and took her mouth. His kiss wasn’t tender, and in it she felt all his dissatisfaction, all his lament, and all his require. Bitsy’s hands twisted into clench hands on his shoulders, grasping the lean cotton of his T-shirt in an exertion not to uncover her claim need.

The clattering of utensils immediately draws my attention. I'm in the middle of biting a part of the crab body, sucking the meat and butter and all the yumminess out. I know I look ridiculous but Blake's body language doesn't say it. He's leaning slightly forward, one fist resting beside his plate and the other one to his mouth. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as I stare at him, crab in mouth. He doesn't make a move or speak so I choose to ignore his odd behavior. I proceed to suck out the last bit of meat, closing my eyes as the seasoned butter coats my tongue.

Most of those in the deli were on their lunch hour too, by the nervous tick of impatience that sat on many of their faces; their fidgeting gave them away. She waved as Trisha walked in and motioned her over. “Hey, you.” “Hey, Becca.” Rebecca stood and pointed to the other seat. “Take a seat and I’ll get us something. I don’t want to lose this table, and that’s worth paying for your lunch today.” Trisha laughed and sat down. Her black slacks fit well, but her purple sweater was a little loud for Rebecca’s liking. “I’ll take a turkey on rye and a bag of chips.”

But it seems to just give them more reason to hold my body. The guy who grabbed me, latches a hand to my breast. He squeezes hard and Drake runs his hand down my stomach and landing on top of my core. They both just start frantically touching me, anywhere their hands can touch. But that left my mouth open. I rear my head forward and bite down on the guy who grabbed my arm. I don’t let go and just dig in until I feel his skin peel off in my mouth and I spit it out onto the ground.

“After each bite, you mark one box. When all three boxes are full, I leave the table and you decide whether I may come back tomorrow.” Livia looked at the napkin. “I decide?” “For dinner, yes.” She sniffed and glanced at Dante, then back at me. “What if I say no?” “Then I won’t bother you at breakfast.” The answer seemed to surprise her. She looked down at Pearl as if asking the rabbit for advice. At last, she whispered, “One bite.” Dante set her back in the high chair. I scooped up a small spoonful of soup, blew on it until it cooled, and held it near her lips without touching her. Livia hesitated for a few seconds before opening her mouth.

What just happened ? Onyx was going crazy meanwhile. “Mate ! Mate ! Mate wants us !! Did you see that ?” Nox grinned and sang, “I wanna bite it, and get inside it till I get you gone.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Oreo, Oreo, like an Oreo I wanna bite it, and get inside it til I get you gone * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“I don’t know what’s happening.” A low growl rumbled from his chest, and instinctively, my body shivered not from cold. His hand pressed against my back, pushing me closer. Every instinct screamed to flee, but every fiber of me was pulled toward him. Desire, fear, and something older, something feral, twisted together inside me. Then he bit me.