Sweet Bite Marks Novels & Stories

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

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.

“Don’t play coy. Those marks are unmistakable.” Fello unlocked her phone screen. “Let’s see what love bites mean,” she said with a grin. “Don’t!” I said. She ignored my protest, cleared her throat, and read, "Typically, a 'love bite' refers to a mark on the skin caused by biting, sucking, or kissing, often on the neck or other areas, usually during passionate moments between romantic partners. It's also known colloquially as a hickey.” Rebecca leaned her head closer to Fello’s phone and read, “It’s a sign of affection, usually between two people in a relationship. It can also be a sign of dominance and used as a form of control. In some cases, it can be a sign of violence.”

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.

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.

She’s gorgeous. My eyes trail the line of her jaw, trailing down her neck, spotting two tiny molds on the right side of it. I lazily track further down towards her collarbone, my bitemark still red and swollen, but I know the mark I am leaving on her will be the symbol of our bond. It will heal and turn into something more, the bond and the mark.

Patience has never been my thing. “Just him, someone blocked their scent. So I’d say we’re looking for a witch or a fairy. These are bite marks here… and here. But there’s not even a smell from the saliva which is odd. Or… its a familial scent… or his mate. That’s why I’m not picking it up. A witch wouldn’t really have left teeth marks like that though. Leaning on the fairy side for sure but I don’t think it was more than one creature,” Shane explains.

What? “Marked me? How?” I asked trying to see this mark. “Bart and I call them love bites.” He explained giving me the same intense look. Those dark eyes… “Basically, if any man comes near you, he will see this mark and know that you have been claimed.” He explained with a smirk. “I want any and all men to know that you’re mine. Well, someday at least.”