Once Bitten Twice Shy Meaning Novels & Stories

My subconscious screamed at me, I used five more seconds to take a perfect look at his face before I cleared my throat and stepped away immediately. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, the words barely audible. Once bitten, twice shy, they say. But here I was, collecting my third bite—and still not shy. Am I actually okay?

I say, stepping forward and taking her hands in mine. “Are you sure about this? There’s no going back once Malcolm gets his canines in you,” I say, wanting to make sure her nerves aren't about her having second thoughts. “I’m positive. This has nothing to do with me not wanting you, I just … I feel shy and I have no idea why,” she says, leaning into me and sliding her hands up my chest and around my neck. “Shy is good word for it. I was thinking it feels like our first time all over again.”

My eyes were wide open, finally Elias was by my side, boy was I glad to see him! A strange thing began to occur inside me just when I thought it was over. The pain started to grow, only this time it was worse than the bite, there was a fire burning inside me, I began to feel the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt in all my thirty years of living. It was an excruciating pain— like torture!

“I was watching something, got too excited. Wanna help?” “What? No!” I almost scream, clutching my chest as my heartbeat goes wild. I should run. I should hide. But then I feel his breath behind me, warm and heavy. Oh my god. My skin tingles and burns at the same time “What are you being so shy for? Are you a virgin or something?” Panic flares instantly. I spin around to face him. “I’m not!” I blurt out, almost shouting. Shawn steps back, confusion flickering across his face.

“My way or no way.” You would think I was not half their size with the way they all quiet down. Those four big Lycan’s look at me like if I tell them to paint the sky red they’d find a way. With a shaky breath, I take my first step over the boundary. After the first few steps, I don’t hear anyone behind me, and I think maybe they didn’t follow along after all, but then a twig snaps behind me and I jump. “Sorry, darling.” Ryker whispers.

That would get her punished, not that she minded. “I want you to go harder, please.” She said in a small shaky voice and she could feel a deep blush coating her cheeks from embarrassment. No matter how much she has been in a situation like this, even with the twins, she didn't think she would ever be able to get rid of her shyness. They made her do and say the unthinkable Something she would have never said in her life. “How hard? This hard?” Damien whispered into her hair as he slowly started moving inside her. Frustratingly slow.

Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, her whole body trembling. I motioned for her to come closer. She hesitated. “I don’t bite,” I whispered. “Unless you make me.” Slowly, cautiously, she took a few steps forward. I leaned in, my lips barely moving as I whispered into her ear. The second the words left my mouth, she flinched. Her eyes flew wide with shock. She took a quick step back, shaking her head. “You...You can’t be serious. I can't do that."

I no longer believed that mate bonds were good. I was too happy when I met Hayden that I didn't even give us time to know each other. But now... I filter my head up to look at the Alpha Prince. But now I need to take it slow. As they said: once bitten, twice shy. I would be foolish not to learn anything from my past experience.

Ares. I didn't even realize it when the flower fell from my hand to the floor, releasing a thud. Immediately, she pushed him away and looked up to see me. The shock in her eyes, couldn't be compared to the hurt in my heart. What was that saying again? Once bitten, twice shy. But I guess my case was different. I was twice bitten, and forever shy. I couldn't believe how stupid I was.

The shock on their faces that day. It still lingers in their words, their tone, their disdain. After that day, everything changed. Shawn—the quiet, introverted wolf who had never chased any popular she-wolf at school—shut himself off completely. He never got close to another she-wolf again. And me? I was nailed to the cross of shame. Labeled as cruel. Selfish. "Vicious." They mocked me. Humiliated me. As if they all knew the truth. Then—