Sweet Bite Marks の小説・ストーリー

I just nod, slow and careful. Questions crowd my mouth. Rules. Limits. Truths I’m not sure I want to hear. But before I can speak, his mouth slides down my ear and stops at my neck. He sucks hard. Then his teeth bite. A sharp squeal slips out of me. “What are you doing?” His tongue replaces his teeth, slow and warm, soothing the sting. “Marking you.” My eyes lift to the mirror. A deep red bruise blooms against my skin, bold and impossible to miss.

Our bodies found their sweet release together. Lucien laid down beside me and I quickly got up heading to the bathroom shutting the door behind me. I could feel the connection between us growing stronger. Looking in the mirror in front of me I studied my mark, the bite wasn’t what I had expected. There was very little blood but the teeth marks were there. I don’t know what I had expected but the bite was purely canine.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those harsh words. I'm so sorry." Hearing someone speak, Liam shifted, turning from lying on his back to his side. His silk pajamas slipped off his shoulder, revealing a bit of skin. Instinctively, Suzy looked at the spot where the tattoo of numbers used to be. It had completely healed, with no trace of the tattoo left. Beside it... Beside it, there were several faint bite marks. They must have been there for some time, but it was evident that the bites had been deep, leaving marks that were still visible after all this time.

He whimpered, I raised my head to peer at him. "A-Alpha." He whined, slick leaking down his thighs. I marked up his neck until it was covered with bites and pretty blue purple hickeys. "Would you like that? Would you like to have Alpha's mating marks?" He rapidly nodded his head as I gently parted his slick covered thighs. The strong scent of the slick drove me crazy. A perfect mixture of cinnamon and Brian's scent.

He stepped closer to the tub and pointed toward the victim’s neck. "There is only one external injury," he explained. "A bite mark." "A bite?" I repeated, frowning. "Yes. Apart from that, there are no cuts, no bruises, no internal trauma. Nothing." "Umm... Since you're saying only a bite mark, can't it be a love bite or something?" "A love bite? That’s a bit too romantic for a crime scene, don’t you think?" Ryan grinned with a mischievous look, I glared at him and looked at the doctor.

I could almost feel them between my teeth, the way they'd harden if I-- "Jarek?" Her voice snapped me back. I forced my gaze upward, only to freeze at the sight of her neck. Pink marks. Bruises. And--my pupils dilated--bite marks. Not just any love bites. Wolf marks. The kind left by canines breaking skin. A claim. Someone had gotten to her before me. My fangs lengthened on instinct, sharp and aching. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, the metallic tang of blood flooding my tongue.

Olive asks as she folds her arms and scowls at me. " I just came back for a breather,"I sigh feeling awful for my poor response. "Really?"she quirks her eyebrow at me with an amused look ,"you left Jason's pack to come and have a breather ? And what's with the mark on your neck? " "I -"I pause and touch the mark on my neck. The mark has already healed which doesn't surprise me .Bite marks tend to heal faster and develop into a sign depending on the rank of the male mate or female mate .I don't even know how mine looks like and I honestly don't care at this point .

My teeth bite into him. But suddenly, I pull away. His usual lavender scent is mixed in with something else. Something that is too sweet, too bitter, too ugly. My instinct is screaming that I should not mark him. That there is something rotten in him. I wipe my mouth as he lifts himself. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Is it done?” I glance at his neck. I have not even started yet. “Your smell…” I whisper, “It’s preventing me to mark you.”

he whispered impatiently, I chuckled and kissed him back, then grazed my fangs on the special spot, then began to bite him and mark him as mine. It made him groan and squeezed my waist, but it also gave both of us pleasure. He leaned his head in the crook of my neck and let out a quiet moan, then I continued to lick the blood off of the wound, then a moment later, it healed and left a scar. Two crescent moon images. Oh, so that's what a marking looked like. When I was a child, I thought mark was just simply a wound scar.

she apologized sweetly. Her gaze moved from Justin’s face down to his neck, where she noticed a wound that had stopped bleeding, marked by two distinct rows of teeth marks. It was obvious they were from a woman’s bite. She immediately understood what had happened. She also noticed a smudge of foundation on his shirt, probably from when they had bumped into each other.