Hickey Bite Marks Novels & Stories

He bit just above the mark, and I felt him sucking on it hard. “Ethan, get off me!” I demanded. I felt his smile against the nape of my neck as he released my flesh from his teeth. “Gladly,” he muttered just as he let me go and I fell to the ground with a thud. My neck throbbed from his hard kissing, biting, and sucking. I reached my shaky fingers up to touch the spot and I winced when I felt the hickey forming on my skin. I let out a distressed whimper which he quickly shushed. When I looked up at him, I saw that he had pulled out his phone and, on the screen, I noticed Irene’s name flashing across.

Not giving him a chance to stabilize his breathing neither she was focusing on hers, Gracie placed her lips right above his collarbone and pecked the place multiple times before sucking on it. She had never thought that giving hickeys would be so much more delightful than receiving them until she heard a grunt escape his mouth. She licked around the purple mark before finding a new spot right near his mole on the neck and bit on it quite ruthlessly. Another grunt and a small whimper left his mouth and was she not enjoying herself? If only she could record it and listen to it later.

My thumb traced over them, and I felt him shiver under the touch. “If you really want to know the difference…” I let my hand linger there, “…this is just a bruise. A hickey. It comes from suction, from biting down on the skin. Fades in a few days, carries no weight, no meaning. Anyone can give or receive them.” Kyle swallowed, his voice small when he asked, “What about the mark?” I turned him gently, tilting his chin until the angle revealed what I had hidden there. The bite. My mark. Unlike the fading red-purple stains scattered lower on his skin, this one held darker—etched into him, not just resting on the surface.

What is new is the hickeys on their marking spots. “I’ll be right back,” I growl at Helena and Talek. I grab my phone and step outside, calling the number Alpha Stellan gave me yesterday. “What?” “You didn’t mention that they are mates,” I growl. No wonder Yorick isn’t interested in me. “What happened,” he growls. “They aren’t marked, but they are wearing hickeys on their mate marks. It’s obvious that they are claiming each other. You left out that vital piece of information,” I snarl.

My body looked like a road map of where his mouth had been the night before. ALL over me and I enjoyed every moment of it. I traced the hickeys with my fingers, remembering his mouth and the sweet taste of his skin. Remembering his smile, I could not help but to smile at myself. My eyes landed on a very dark hickey between my shoulder and my neck. I gently touched it, it was sore but it sent tingles down my spine. "Damn he really wanted to mark you" Lilly said from the door.

It wasn't the stinging pain of the needle; it was a different kind of burn. My gaze lingered on her face. Her eyes were so clear, so determined. Her lips were still slightly swollen from the way I had kissed her just minutes ago— a dark, bruised pink that made me want to pull her back down onto the sheets. Then, my eyes drifted to her neck. A small, dark mark had formed there, right where I had bitten her. A hickey.

He screamed danger, but I was too tempted by the charm that oozed out of him to the point where I was willing to ignore the warning signs. He suddenly buried his face into the side of my neck before placing kisses and bites against my sensitive skin. I cried out loudly at the pleasure of his lips kissing, sucking, and biting softly on the side of my neck. A thought came to me. So this was how hickeys appear on one’s body. This was the love bite I’d heard about and felt so disgusted seeing them on people’s skin. Lewd sucking sounds echoed close to my ears and made me moan ecstatically.

He nipped at her skin, and Emily’s gasp turned into a soft moan as she felt his teeth graze her. Then, he did it. He bit down slightly harder, his lips following with a rough kiss, and she felt the unmistakable sting of a hickey forming. It wasn’t subtle, either—he was leaving a mark, claiming her in a way that made it obvious. Emily’s breath hitched as Zahir’s mouth moved lower, leaving another hickey just above her collarbone, as though staking his claim even further. “Zahir,” Emily managed to breathe out between kisses, her voice a mix of frustration and desire. “What are you...?”

He was tall and well built, clearly having seen the inside of a gym, and his clean-cut features were the perfect match for his profession. He cleared his throat, "You were attacked and bitten. As I said, I've checked the bite out thoroughly, cleaned and dressed it. It will heal." "What attacked me?" My voice was starting to fade as sleep threatened to drag me under. I wanted to stay awake but couldn't seem to fight it.

"What are you doing here?" I pointed to my stack smiling up at her as she scanned me. "I'm so glad to-" she paused, her smile slipping from her face as she scanned me. "Vicky what on earth?" She tugged me closer, peeling my clothes away from my skin, releasing a frightened gasp. " Victoria are those....are those bite mark? " My eyes fell to the ground before moving back towards her. I did my best wearing something with sleeves to hide all his feeding marks but some were too prominent or high plus Jane was observant as hell.