Sweet Bite Marks Novels & Stories

"Oh wait....I was." Despite everything, Damon smiled. "Your sense of humor survived. That's a good sign." Eve tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. Pain lanced through her shoulders, her neck, her hips....everywhere Rex had bitten her. "Don't move too much," Damon cautioned. "You're healing, but there are....there are a lot of markes. Rex was.....He was thorough." "He marked me," Eve said, touching her neck gingerly and feeling the raised edges of healing bite marks. "I can feel it. Dozens of marks."

I sighed again and looked away from the mirror but paused when I something caught my eye at the last second. I looked back at my reflection to see a faint bite mark on the side of my breast. Then another on my neck. Then another. And another. And another. There were a couple of them spaced out on certain spots on my skin, some were light pink while others were mere indents that would probably fade away in no time. Oh, Adonis.

“Tell me… what does this mark mean for me?” “You’ll carry a strong scent of that man now,” Lena sighed, her voice low and serious. “The bite wasn’t a full mark, not entirely. Normally, when a werewolf marks his mate, he latches onto her neck with much more force and for longer. What’s left behind is a deep imprint from nearly every tooth. But in your case... just four shallow punctures.” “Probably because I’m not his mate,” I exhaled, thinking out loud. “That’s why the bite is weak.”

I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her snugly against my side. Everything about this felt right. My heart constricted in the best way as I glanced down at her neck. The marks were clear against her skin. I traced them with my thumb, letting my fingers linger over the edges. My mark was newer, so it was darker and more pronounced than Lincs. It never bled. It just appeared as dark, raised, bruised marks on her skin, overlapping slightly to the side of Lincs mark. The bruises were close to finished healing now, leaving a clear impression of my bite. Of my mark. Of my claim over what has always been mine.

“You smell so sweet right now it’s making my teeth hurt.” He leaned down, pressing his lips against the column of my throat. I felt his upper lip lift slightly—and then the razor-sharp tip of his canine grazed the skin right over my jugular. My entire body went rigid. I jerked back hard, shoving against his broad shoulders and twisting my head away. “No!” I choked out. “Ian, don't.” He froze, hovering over me, his eyes flashing with an unreadably predatory intensity. “What?” “Don't bite me. Don't... don't mark me.” I swallowed hard, “That’s too serious. Mating marks don't fade, Ian. Once it's done, it can never be undone. I'm not ready for that.”

"That was nice but if you want to leave a mark you gotta do it harder sweetie." Oh he's evil...!! Braze purses his lips and leans forward again. This time he doesn't hold back on the devil and bites down quite harshly causing Brandon to hiss and throw his head back. I imitate what he did and start sucking and licking on the mark before I kiss it earning a lot of moans and whimpers from Brandon. When I pull back I feel kind of proud of myself for being able to get such a reaction out of Brandon and I smile at him awkwardly.

he squints at me, seeing the mark at the base of my neck. “Your daddy,” I laugh. “Oh, did you two play too rough?” I almost choke. “Something like that,” I agree. He nods his head in sympathy and understanding. “Teeth can really hurt.” “It’s okay, Rafe.” I place my hand on my mark. “It was a love bite.” Rafe runs up to me. “Can I see it?” “Sure,” I reply. I make myself smaller, squatting so that I am at his eye level. He reaches over gently to touch my mark.

He backed me against the nearest wall before I could draw a full breath. There were no words or warning before his mouth sealed over the side of my neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh just below my ear. The bite was sharp, sudden, a bright pain that bloomed into molten heat that shot straight between my legs. I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders, my nails digging in deep enough to draw twin red crescents. He groaned against my skin, the sound vibrating through me like a second heartbeat. “I’m marking you because I want everyone to see the hickey,” he rasped in a voice that sounded like gravel dragged over silk. “I want everyone to look at this and know your stepbrother marked y

As the afternoon light filters in, I finally manage to rise, my body aching as if it’s been hit by a train. I groan, rolling over to find myself face to face with Braden’s side, his ribs rising and falling with each breath, and my eyes drift to his birthmark. It an unusal mark and I have never seen it at this angle before. Up close, it looks more like… teeth marks. The color is darker red nearly purple, almost angry, and the outline is distinct, as if something once sank into his skin and left a permanent reminder. My finger traces it lightly, feeling a subtle indentation, and I swear it matches the shape of a bite.

She can only hold on to him as her orgasm builds. She feels the wave wash over her and she cries out, then the sharp pressure of his pointed teeth against her skin makes her shudder. He then grunts his release; she quickly lets her teeth drop and bites into his shoulder. There’s a small amount of resistance, but she breaks the skin as gently as she can. She pulls her teeth away and licks the wound, sucking it gently as she does. He moans, but she continues until she can’t taste blood anymore. She draws back to inspect her mark. The small marks she’d made from her pointed teeth were completely healed over, but she knew they would never fade. She smiles, then rests her forehead against his,