Sweet Bite Marks Novels & Stories

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.

She slapped his arm, sitting up to inspect her handiwork "Why aren't they healing?" "Bite marks are different from injuries. It'll take a while for them to heal" "How long is a while?" "A few days..." "A FEW DAYS?" she shrieked. Everyone would know she was the one who'd bit him. Flipping him around, she looked at his back. It was filled with clawing marks. She'd just finished nursing his wounds only to give him more. Was she a wild animal? "I'm not the one who did that" at the raise of his eyebrows, she added "It was my wolf" she definitely wasn't that kind of person. But why did it give her great satisfaction to see him covered in her marks? He was like a marked territory. If anyone trespas

When he heard my moan he grazed his teeth around my sweet spot which solicited another beautiful moan from my mouth. "I...." My mouth immediately clamped shut when his teeth pierced into my skin, just around my sweet spot. Now this was it, he was going to mark me. Maybe it was more proper considering he's the oldest amongst them. But the pain I had heard that came after one's mate marked her didn't come and I had to look ahead of me surprised by what happened.

"You're perfect, you're a lovely person, you're trustworthy, you brighten everyone's spirits when you enter the room. You'll be a perfect Luna. " "Mark me." "Please. " I let out a small whisper. He leans in and our lips connect, the feeling of electricity and fireworks make my body shutter. His tongue swipes across my bottom lip asking for an entrance. My body couldn't resist. His sweet tongue danced with mine, making me restless. He trailed burning kisses down my neck, leaving love bites. I yet out a quiet moan as he reaches the spot between my shoulder and neck. This is it. He's going to mark me, make me his.