Sweet Bite Marks 소설 & 이야기

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.”

-For God's sake," Flavia covers her mouth with her hand. -Amara, what is this? -Karla moves forward a little. Elder goes to the trunk and squats down, examining the body. Wade turns to the other girl a few feet away. -The girl has animal marks on her neck," Wade explains, "Can you tell us what's going on," he looks at me. I'm surprised Elder is quiet, surprised he's here with us. -There was a... -I started to say. -Wolves," Elder replies, standing up, "They were both attacked by wolves. -Wolves? -asks Wade.

Her mark is faded black with a hint of purple seeping back into it. Khai's teeth marks are already scabbed over yet still red and raw. I smell her there. She smells off, yet she smells of him but not of me, and I wonder if that's why Khai had the urge to mark her again. Was it some reclaiming after Damian obviously marked her somehow? Licking her wound, I taste the skin of her neck. It's sour and tangy, like a sour lemon that makes your mouth over-salivate. My teeth elongate, and I also feel the sudden urge to mark her.

Smile hadn’t left even for a second since I woke up. “You gave me the moon and peace-lily,” he said. “Uh?” He smiled and his eyes directed me to the bite mark on his neck. I flipped him under me in amusement. My heart pounded in my chest when I looked at the result of my mark. Once a person was marked, their partner’s bite mark on them would turn into what looked like a bruised tattoo. The bite mark shaped into a tattoo that was a special symbol between the partners. It symbolised the meaning their partner added to their life.

“Oh yeah, I can see them now. They’re tiny though.” “That’s the point. They’re small enough that they wouldn’t be obvious unless someone was specifically looking for them.” I examined the puncture wounds more closely, noting how they were positioned directly over the major vein in her wrist. “What do you mean?” “These marks are from when Jonathan bit you at the coffee shop, but if you weren’t looking for them specifically, you’d probably just assume they were bug bites.” I was studying the positioning of the bite marks when I realized something that made my stomach clench with revulsion.

Brian groaned into the bite as his sensitive cock was massaged by Ray’s fluttering channel as the omega was overtaken by his climax and fell apart in the alpha’s hold. After a few moments, he released the clench of his jaw and retracted his teeth from his mate’s neck. The blood in his mouth was sweet and a bit metallic and he gently licked over and over the wound he’d left behind, letting his saliva slow and stop the bleeding. When he pulled back, Brian looked at the ragged wound in the side of Remi’s neck and purred in satisfaction that his mate was now marked. They met in a kiss that tasted like blood and a new spicy scent that was not his normal scent.

He didn’t stop—he kept licking, gentler now, drawing the orgasm out until she was trembling and pleading. Only then did he rise. He turned her face to the side, exposing the untouched part of her throat. His mouth descended—teeth scraping, tongue soothing, then he bit down hard, right over her pulse. He sucked the skin deep into his mouth, marking her until the bruise bloomed dark and perfect beneath his lips. Mia sobbed at the sharp pleasure-pain, another smaller climax rippling through her from the bite alone. Damien released the skin with a soft pop, admiring the vivid oval of broken capillaries and the clear imprint of his teeth.

he says, with the first genuine smile I’ve seen on his face since my attempted escape. “Don’t look away from me,” he asks quietly, his lips parting slightly when his crown breaches my opening and he finally starts sliding into me. My eyes want to close in pleasure, but he asked so nicely and I love seeing how deeply this affects him too. “So soft and plump and warm in there,” he mutters, lowering his mouth to my shoulder to nip me quickly and sharply before kissing me. I can feel blood welling to the surface, but he didn’t break the skin, he only bit me hard enough to form a small bruise. Putting his mark on me. Small and discreet, more for us than anyone else. A visual reminder of our bond.