Is It Bad To Lick Your Own Blood Novels & Stories

“Tend to—? Lucien, I don’t think we’re on the same page about first aid—” “My saliva carries healing properties,” he murmured through clenched teeth. “It will close the wound instantly.” I stared at him. “You’re asking if you can… lick me.” “Yes.” “Like vampire Neosporin.” “Yes.” “That is objectively the weirdest medical suggestion I’ve ever heard.” He swallowed hard. The hunger in him was alive. Pulling. Feral. But he wasn’t lunging. He was asking. “Please,” he said quietly. “Before I lose my restraint.”

Lucas announced for the fifteenth time that morning, bouncing on the balls of his feet beside the couch with the kind of manic energy only a five-year-old could maintain, I was feeling envious of his two working ankles at the moment. "Papa said that licking makes things heal faster! Wolves do it all the time!" "Absolutely not," I said firmly, pulling my injured foot away from his reaching hands, drawing the line at that. "Lucas, we've talked about this. Humans don't lick injuries. That's unsanitary." "But Papa said—" "Papa was telling you stories about wolves," I interrupted, shooting a glare toward Damon, who was working on his laptop in the armchair across from me, his expression far too i

I had done it once before and I knew that I needed to do it again, but I hesitated. Our blood could heal humans, but what about the bad effects it could have on them? What if it made her sick instead of healing her? Obsidian growled. Pushing all the thoughts from my mind, I used a claw to cut my skin and pressed it against her lips. When she didn’t immediately swallow, I pinched her nose. A whimper fell from her lips, but she started swallowing. When the wound healed I pulled my arm away and smoothed strands of hair from her face.

My nails elongated, and while I tried to push away, I mistakenly scratched her. She cried out, and I used all my strength to push my Lycan back, and then I rushed to her. She showed me her hand; there were three nail scratches on her hand. "Baby, I am so sorry," I said. Then I wanted to lick the blood, but I remembered that her blood could kill an immortal. So I decided to wipe it out until I read more about her, but when I looked up, She had no wound on her hand anymore. "What happened? Did my wound just..."

a few drops of my blood drip into the bowl and she puts my finger into her mouth licking it, then stops when she realizes what she’s doing, “oh my goodness, I’m sorry, it’s a habit so it comes natural, apologies” “What?!” “what?” “you’ve had other peoples hand in your mouth?” “desperate times call for desperate measures, what’s the problem?” I swallow my anger, she means well I know she does but this is not something a mate wants to hear, or maybe that’s just me, she drops three drops of something from a small vial in her pack “don’t ask, I am not willing to say but just know it will help” “okay”

Still, the sting made me wince. Gregor noticed. His jaw tightened. “You’re bleeding. I should lick it.” I whipped my head around so fast my neck cracked. “I—EXCUSE ME? Did you just say lick it? Like some discount doggy band-aid?” He gave me that infuriatingly serious Alpha look. “Wolf saliva speeds healing.” “Ew!” I shoved his massive shoulder. “Hell no! I’d rather limp around looking like roadkill than have your slobber on me. Gross. Absolutely not.”

Damn bastard, that's why I had thought he was Caroline's mate when I smelled her blood flowing in his veins, because I know vampires take their mates' blood, but now that I know he isn't her mate, it can only mean he has been secretly feeding on her—so selfish. “And if you dare drink from her again.” I dig my thumb claw into his shoulder, knowing how lycans are toxic to vampires, but a claw in his shoulder won't kill him if treated quickly, except his heart. “Ahhh…!” he groans painfully. “This is just a warning. Now leave!” I growl. He smirks, looking at my face sinisterly, and walks out.

she growled at him, preparing to hit him again, and he smiled at her. “Damn, you got quite a punch,” he grunted, and she glared at him. “Trust me as much. I enjoyed giving you a nice bitch slap. It was for your own good,” Dorin told her as he rubbed his stomach and glared at Bianca. “Lily, if you need blood, tell me. It’s too dangerous for you to feed like that. New vampires kill their prey more often than they don’t because of the high fresh human blood gives them,” Dorin explained.

He said it in a way that meant more than just me not wanting him too. "Omega blood is dangerous to drink from. One or two tastes is exhilarating, but too much too fast can become addicting." "Addicting?" My hand went back to my neck. Great! Now I need to keep Blake from marking me and Bolton from feeding on me. Maybe I should get a chastity belt for my neck. Bolton chuckled, stopping to look at me. "That's not a bad idea. A metal choker would look good on this delicate neck." His finger lightly brushed down my throat.

All I want is the devil gone! He reaches down and I flinch, but he pulls me up by my arm as if not seeing the fear in my eyes. He throws me on the little wooden cabinet before he bites his own wrist and puts his bleeding arm to my mouth. Most werewolves can only heal by licking when Alphas' blood can do that and better. But licking is only a sort of vulnerary when Alpha's blood heals by sharing the Alpha's power with you. I shake my head and he just clicks his tongue impatiently before he froces his bleeding wrist in my mouth. He grips my jaw and pulls, forcing me to swallow his blood.