Lovely Bites Novels & Stories

As her tea was finished, she placed it on the side table and looked at her husband who had shut his laptop and was now pouring chocolate desserts in the bowl. “Ferris pours just three bites for me as well,” Hazel said without knowing that it was the first time someone has told Ferris Kingston to do something apart from his parents. Ferris smirked amused but then in another bowl placed a little portion for her. Walking to the bed he passed her bowl and went on his side of the bed and laid. In a minute, Hazel ate all three bites and smiled at her husband who just took the first bite. “It’s my favorite dessert. Do you like it?” Hazel questioned him.

" Do you now realise you should never disrespect me Loveth ." Nicholas removed his finger when he saw how unreceptive she was to it . " yes Boss, I will never disrespect you again ." Loveth managed to say as he went further to squeeze her soft tender breast , then he was kissing them gently before he became rough with them , he bit at them with his teeth playfully , not wanting to hurt her . He licked them with his tongue as she arched her back , her breast grew pink and the nipples of her breasts looked as hard as if they were tiny stones .

He rolled halfway toward me, his eyes glassy, like he held tears in them, "Why do I feel like this? Why does it hurt?" I could lie, and tell him it was just a side effect of the shift, but he deserved the truth. "I'm sorry, it's because of me, I bit you last night, I promise I didn't mean to... not like that. But I dunno my wolf recognized something in you and now.....now we’re bonded." His eyes widened, "Wait, what?" "Not fully...just partially, the bite triggered the bond, but we're not fully bonded, and now your body is stuck, it wants to finish what we started."

Then he bit me. I gasped, jerking instinctively, but the bite was deliberate, scorching, searing. Pain and heat tore through my shoulder, and I couldn’t breathe. It was intimate, possessive, claiming in a way I had only ever dreamed in nightmares and fantasies. My body arched toward the pain, the pleasure, the burn, unable to resist the ancient call. “I ” I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. And then he was gone. Just like that. Gone into the shadows before I could even scream, leaving me trembling, soaked, and utterly confused.

He was testing her just to know if she would react and spill something. Lola just hummed, and slowly relaxed. Letting his fingers work their magic on her. His hands continued their slow dance on her skin, gradually unwinding her tension. Then, his touch changed. He leaned in, his lips brushing over her shoulder. He bit her, not hard enough to actually hurt her, but hard enough that a small pinprick of blood appeared. It was a claiming bite mark. “My viper,” he whispered, his voice low and satisfied. Lola shivered, a tangled mixture of fear, and a thrilling, forbidden desire.

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.

I will return for dinner and we will take leave for our honeymoon. “I was feeling a stir of hope that romance was what I would know. I felt important and free. We left for our honeymoon and every hope and dream of the tender man was there. He was intelligent and timely. He was proper and debonair. I fell for my new consort and we often made love. He took me to a healing hot water spring. He brought herbs and oils, poured them in and a glow rose as steam made an elegant sight. That spell made it possible for a caster to carry the child of the Bitten. And so you came.” “What? Are you saying I’m Bitten Born?” Ravens head swam and she started understanding. “Mama? Am I Bitten Royalty?”

There wasn't an inch that hadn't been kissed, licked, or bitten- my ass was numb from the whipping and his hands had explored all the ways that I could be touched. I hugged the sheet over my chest and winced when my hands graced my breast, they were red and blue from his rough touches and squeezes and my nipples were swollen from being twisted. Bite marks covered my skin and many of them were on my breast and inner thighs then there were some on my waist. I remember once hearing that there were bite marks called love bites but this wasn't it. There was no love to them and I think love bites hurt less, it sounds like they should.

The rest of the walk home is a blur of self-hatred and exhaustion. I replay the night in fragments—the bar, the drink, his eyes finding me across the dim room, the weight of his body on mine, the sharp pain of the bite, the strange, terrifying pleasure that came after it. Each memory is a fresh wound. I prod at them like a tongue prodding a sore tooth, unable to stop.

“Don’t play coy. Those marks are unmistakable.” Fello unlocked her phone screen. “Let’s see what love bites mean,” she said with a grin. “Don’t!” I said. She ignored my protest, cleared her throat, and read, "Typically, a 'love bite' refers to a mark on the skin caused by biting, sucking, or kissing, often on the neck or other areas, usually during passionate moments between romantic partners. It's also known colloquially as a hickey.” Rebecca leaned her head closer to Fello’s phone and read, “It’s a sign of affection, usually between two people in a relationship. It can also be a sign of dominance and used as a form of control. In some cases, it can be a sign of violence.”