Sweet Bite Marks Novels & Stories

As I walked my legs produced mild shakes because the strained area between my thighs showed signs of our intimacy. The speed of my heartbeat increased as my teeth sank into my lip to block out thoughts about his embrace. I entered the bathroom and then proceeded to close the door. Before the mirror, I stopped motionless while tilting my head. The wound from his bite revealed its fresh state even though the redness had started to fade because the healing process had begun. A conspicuous mark stood on my skin as proof of Marcel’s mark which functioned as a distinct brand. I reached up, brushing my fingers over it.

That was too close. My gaze dropped to my hand where his teeth marks were still visible. “So you bite, huh.” Since he fell asleep on top of me earlier, I gently pushed him to the side and placed him on the bed properly. Then I climbed on top of him and grinned to myself. If he could leave a mark on me, then I could leave one on him too. Leaning down, I bit his neck gently. I wasn’t really sure how to make a proper bite mark. I wasn’t exactly a professional. But when I pulled back, I smiled proudly at the little mark I made.

To look at what I had let happen. My silver hair had long escaped its waves and sat in a tangled mess around my face. My lips were swollen, visibly so, bitten and kissed until they'd lost their shape. There were marks on my collarbone and on the curve of my neck just below my jaw, faint enough that I almost convinced myself they didn't mean what they meant. Almost. I raised my hand slowly and pressed two fingers to the bite on my neck. It hurt. Not the sharp pain of a fresh wound, but the deep, settled ache of a bruise that had already decided to stay. A bond mark didn't form the way people described it in books, like a stamp or a brand. It shoved itself into you without asking for permissio

Mine was the same bruised colour as a love bite, though it appeared as two parallel lines, at an angle across my marking spot, one a little above the other. Samyak’s matched mine, and I began to notice that every mated pair’s marks did, in fact, match. I also found myself wondering if Ace still had his mark, or if it had faded over time. I’d never noticed it before, but I’d also never looked; not consciously, anyway. I ran my fingers lightly over my mark, and I felt a tingle shoot through it. Hey, came Samyak’s voice through the mate link. I felt that shiver. In my mark.

There is a tattoo near the spot, like a tattoo as a sign that I also have near my neck. "Is this a scratch scar? Does it hurt? "I asked. Dori shook her head "this is not a deep wound. After all, all of that was defeated with the pleasure that Abigail gave me," said Dori, smiling brightly. "It's different from Dori, my mark is on my right back, Albern gave a bite mark there. look," said Jasmine and asked me to look at her back. I tried to shift a little of the clothes that covered Jasmine's end. There were indeed scars from the fangs and covered in tattoos.

I turned around to hide the heat that was forming on my face, but he was already behind me, leaning over my mark, and his breath floating over it was enough to make my back arch. “Fuck Brianna,” he nipped at my mark and made me take a sharp inhale, “you’re so responsive Sugar, I can smell it instantly.” “I’m… I’m sorry I’m trying not to,” I stuttered out slowly as I turned to face him, “l… l… later,” I locked eyes with him and he ran his thumb along my bottom lip as he cupped my face in his hand. “Only if you’re ready Sugar,” he kissed my forehead slowly, and I could feel the pain in his chest as he pulled away.

Somehow, I had arrived back here. He stood, annoyed. “I am sorry, but no autographs right now,” he snapped. “The security guards should have told you. This is my private time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to prepare.” With a guttural roar, I leapt right for his throat. I felt my incisor teeth expanding. The pain was horrible. But the hunger was worse. I sank my teeth in deeply. He screamed. But too late. My teeth sank deep into his veins. I drank.

I whispered and smirked wickedly when I saw her expression pale. Swiftly, I raised my hand toward the bite mark on Lorelei's neck and used my hand to swipe the mark. Immediately, I realized that Lorelei had been using makeup to draw a fake mate bite; the makeup stain in my hand enunciated it. "So useless! It's even fake." I taunted her with a disdainful snicker and took a step back.

My body reached its peak of pleasure, cumming with him as my teeth sank down into his neck. The taste of his blood was surprisingly pleasant, but it was the way that it didn't bother me that was curious. I bit down harder, needing to ensure that my mark on him would be there when I pulled back. Oliver groaned beneath me, and I continued to gently rock against him as my teeth retracted. It was a mess of blood when I pulled away. My instincts had me leaning down, licking my mark repeatedly. It was when Oliver's hold relaxed that I leaned back and eyed my work. The pink raised skin was topped with a silver outline of my bite. The familiar sight made me smile with pride as I stared at my mark on

I swiped a tongue over my swollen lip, lowering my gaze as I stared at the red marks scattered across my chest, pulling the sleeve off to take a closer examination. The Alpha did not hold back. My collarbones were covered in the marks, a particularly dark, red one sitting in between the valley of my breast. I exhaled noisily, reliving the memory of his lips pressed against my skin. The one that shook me, however, was the one marked right on the scent gland. It was the darkest, bitten in with the intent to leave its mark for several days to come. The thought of him sinking those sharp canines in the bond mark made my skin break out in goosebumps.