Sweet Bite Marks Novels & Stories

-For God's sake," Flavia covers her mouth with her hand. -Amara, what is this? -Karla moves forward a little. Elder goes to the trunk and squats down, examining the body. Wade turns to the other girl a few feet away. -The girl has animal marks on her neck," Wade explains, "Can you tell us what's going on," he looks at me. I'm surprised Elder is quiet, surprised he's here with us. -There was a... -I started to say. -Wolves," Elder replies, standing up, "They were both attacked by wolves. -Wolves? -asks Wade.

Her mark is faded black with a hint of purple seeping back into it. Khai's teeth marks are already scabbed over yet still red and raw. I smell her there. She smells off, yet she smells of him but not of me, and I wonder if that's why Khai had the urge to mark her again. Was it some reclaiming after Damian obviously marked her somehow? Licking her wound, I taste the skin of her neck. It's sour and tangy, like a sour lemon that makes your mouth over-salivate. My teeth elongate, and I also feel the sudden urge to mark her.

“Oh yeah, I can see them now. They’re tiny though.” “That’s the point. They’re small enough that they wouldn’t be obvious unless someone was specifically looking for them.” I examined the puncture wounds more closely, noting how they were positioned directly over the major vein in her wrist. “What do you mean?” “These marks are from when Jonathan bit you at the coffee shop, but if you weren’t looking for them specifically, you’d probably just assume they were bug bites.” I was studying the positioning of the bite marks when I realized something that made my stomach clench with revulsion.

Brian groaned into the bite as his sensitive cock was massaged by Ray’s fluttering channel as the omega was overtaken by his climax and fell apart in the alpha’s hold. After a few moments, he released the clench of his jaw and retracted his teeth from his mate’s neck. The blood in his mouth was sweet and a bit metallic and he gently licked over and over the wound he’d left behind, letting his saliva slow and stop the bleeding. When he pulled back, Brian looked at the ragged wound in the side of Remi’s neck and purred in satisfaction that his mate was now marked. They met in a kiss that tasted like blood and a new spicy scent that was not his normal scent.

He didn’t stop—he kept licking, gentler now, drawing the orgasm out until she was trembling and pleading. Only then did he rise. He turned her face to the side, exposing the untouched part of her throat. His mouth descended—teeth scraping, tongue soothing, then he bit down hard, right over her pulse. He sucked the skin deep into his mouth, marking her until the bruise bloomed dark and perfect beneath his lips. Mia sobbed at the sharp pleasure-pain, another smaller climax rippling through her from the bite alone. Damien released the skin with a soft pop, admiring the vivid oval of broken capillaries and the clear imprint of his teeth.

he says, with the first genuine smile I’ve seen on his face since my attempted escape. “Don’t look away from me,” he asks quietly, his lips parting slightly when his crown breaches my opening and he finally starts sliding into me. My eyes want to close in pleasure, but he asked so nicely and I love seeing how deeply this affects him too. “So soft and plump and warm in there,” he mutters, lowering his mouth to my shoulder to nip me quickly and sharply before kissing me. I can feel blood welling to the surface, but he didn’t break the skin, he only bit me hard enough to form a small bruise. Putting his mark on me. Small and discreet, more for us than anyone else. A visual reminder of our bond.

"There's two of them." The bite wounds had healed a bit quicker than a human’s would have, but since the Preliminary Blood Mark was meant to be left incomplete, Sofia could only hope they would fade with time, like all other scars. They were prominent enough now, however, and Sofia could see the wheels turning in Feral Vampire’s head. "She is Marked," he muttered in confusion. "Doesn't smell Bound, though,"

My eyes settled on the bite mark around her neck, a dark satisfaction crawling into my chest as I leaned in and blew little air on it. My mark. Now that I had claimed her mine, no Alpha would risk their lives to take her in their pack unless they had a death wish waiting to be granted by me. Mate marks always faded after healing, only returning when the woman was on heat or when it was necessary to warn other males away. But I had bitten her too deeply, too viciously. I could still taste her blood on my tongue, metallic and warm, a reminder of how completely I had taken her. I had taken advantage of the fact that she had not shifted yet, knowing that a bite that deep would never fully fade.

And here I was, sinking into the luxury provided by the man who had let our legacy burn. The guilt was a sudden, sharp claw in my chest. I reached up to scrub at my face, my hand sliding down the side of my neck. My fingers stopped. There, just below the hinge of my jaw, was a sensitive patch of skin. I turned toward the steamed-up mirror, wiping a clear patch in the glass with my palm. I froze. The mark was unmistakable. It wasn't a bruise from a fall or a scratch from a halberd. It was a bite—dark, jagged, and perfectly placed over my scent gland.

Hazel starts chopping and grinding, “She must have known something like this would happen.” “Alpha, may I have a look,” Rudy tilts Sly’s head to the side and my heart clenches as I hear my mate hiss in pain. “This looks like a mate’s mark, but If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was infected with wolfsbane.” When I look at his mark again, I see veins of green and purple streaking from the bite marks, his skin puffy and red. Sly’s eyes are closed, his breathing jagged as he tries to swallow the pain.