Sweet Bite Marks Novels & Stories

“These look like bite marks too” “Bite marks ? But Luca swore it wasn’t them”. I say on a gasp. “I doubt that it was”. “Who the fuck beside a hamram would bite like that ?” Panic pushes away the calm, and my throat sucks in air for a scream. But Siri manages to calm me again. “Thanks”. Siri shakes her head. “The bite is not wide enough to be a hamram. It looks like a human bite, but the cut is too clean, too sharp for human teeth. And she was drained of blood or her back would have been blue”.

Baring her neck to me to bite into it. I feel my teeth elongate slowly. I feel the urge to mark her there and then. Her neck smells too heavenly to resist. It’s mouthwatering. I could just… take her here… Instead my hand slides over to her wrist. I press my mouth to it, not in hunger but because marking requires contact and intent and since this one should be temporary, I need to be as precise and delicate as possible so I do not do this wrong. I’m quick, a bite firm enough to break the skin but not to maim. I taste iron and fear as she shivers and then relief. It’s like a switch flips. The scent that had flooded the room thins, her muscles unclench, the tremors recede. Her breathing eases t

I spoke against her neck. I opened my mouth and Lance brought our canines forward so I could mark her. I bit down on the spot on her neck and listened to her hiss as she dug her nails into my back. I released her neck from my canines and kept thrusting into her lightly. I licked the blood that was leaking from the mark to seal it. I watched as it healed seconds later, leaving a permanent birthmark type bite on her. I didn’t feel the sting of a bond being broken because of my claiming her and I knew that I had no fated mate in the world.

The corners of his mouth upturn ever so slightly and he takes his leave with a small bow . He really was a sweet gentleman wasn't he ? I glare at Jace . " Listen , I wasn't going to mark you . I only meant to graze you a little . Intoxicate your blood with my scent and to feel the slightest bit of emotions to keep you safe . " He tried to explain with concern . I wasn't having it . " Jace you fucking bit me , what if you missed and it ended up being a mark ? And I wasn't going anywhere either , I had already told you that . " I grit my teeth .

With a growl, I removed myself, as gently as possible, from her mouth and pulled her up. Rolling us over and pinning her to the bed, my lips attacked her neck. I sucked it. Most likely leaving a passion mark. I bit her gently before kissing down to her beautiful breast. I rubbed my thumb over her hardened flesh before taking it into my mouth. I suck gently, enjoying the moans coming from her. I then turned my attention to the other one and gave it the same treatment.

“Mark how?” “It’s a bite, right here.” His traces a finger over the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “A deep bite, one that leaves his scent permanently on her skin.” “I – doesn’t that hurt?” I fret. Sinclair laughs, a dark, husky sound. “No sweet Ella, not if you time it right.” “Time it right with what?” I inquire innocently, furrowing my brow.

I wouldn't leave Ophelia alone this time, especially not with someone like Enzo Vitale. The first thing I had noticed when she’d sat down today was the mark on her lip. It was fresh—a sharp, distinct bite mark that had broken the skin. It hadn't been there when I left the manor last night. There had been a fading bruise on her cheek, yes, but that was old work, likely from Vorthas. But this? This was new. This was Damon. It was the mark of an Alpha claiming territory he had no right to. I wanted to laugh. Did he really think a bite would stop me? Did he think marking her would make me turn tail and run back to Russia?

I rarely sleep, my mind is never at rest to actually sleep or maybe insomnia had already seeped deeper into my system than I had expected. I was due for a haircut, my disheveled hair was a great clue. The tip of my nose stood red and pink lips, red. Wait, why were they red? Your constant biting down on it and licking, is hint enough? I rolled my eyes at my mind sassing me.

I knew that my body would be a little bruised considering the fact that he had to hold me in place, his tight grip on my waist would have left a mark as we both reached our climaxes, and I won’t mention the scratch marks which were probably on his back. The memory of him biting my neck, claiming me last night, marking me as his own was still fresh in my mind, and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips despite my closed eyes. Chuckling, Blake connected his lips with my own in a gentle, loving kiss, one which I smiled into.

This attack needs to be a surprise, catching him off guard. Entering the tent, I find Cole engrossed in studying the map, his attention so intense that he remains oblivious to my presence. As I draw nearer, my eyes catch a glimpse of a mark on his neck, initially resembling a hickey or a playful “promise bite” as we teasingly refer to them. However, upon closer inspection, I discern that it is no mere hickey, but a profound mate mark.