This Bites Ao3 Novels & Stories

"Goddess, I hope so. The wedding is literally five days away. But now I totally get what Jasmine meant. I'm going to die if I don't mark him soon. What about you?" "Tyce has been biting my ass sometimes. Honestly, it feels kind of good." I giggled. "I think it's the venom in his fangs. You should try it!" "What is wrong with you two?" Paige pushed me on my shoulder. "And we don't have venom in our fangs. We're not weresnakes! "Then why does it feel so good?" "Probably his drool." Paige giggled. "He does drool all over my ass."

Then, without warning, he bit my shoulder hard. "Genesis!" Something sparked inside me as adrenaline flooded my veins. I could feel his presence inside me, his breath panting against my neck. "Bernice..." His voice was hoarse. "You're my mate." "Stop it, Genesis! Why did you do that to me?" "I marked you." He gently turned me around. "You feel it, too, right? That we're mates?" I shook my head quickly. "No!" Why, Genesis? Why did you do that to me?"

His voice dropped, deep and earnest. “When you accept the bond... when you’re mine...” He hesitated just a moment. “I’ll mate you. Then I’ll bite you. Just here.” Aria’s breath hitched. She turned slightly to meet his eyes. “I don’t want you to bite me.” His thumb grazed the sensitive spot again, soft and slow. “You will. And it won’t hurt you. It’s not pain, it’s pleasure, in a way. The bite marks you as mine, binds us together, and awakens something inside you.”

A sting followed-a fresh cut opening right over the old wound. I bit back a cry, but the scent of blood filled the air. Wren's head snapped toward me. "Aria," she said, voice deceptively calm, "What are you hiding?" Daphne smirked. "Yeah, speak up" My hands trembled as covered my shoulder. "It's just a scratch." Daphne scoffed. "A scratch? Looks like a goddamn bite." She turned to Wren. "You don't think she actually-"

Autumn found him kneeling before a gravestone made not of stone but of light, a shimmer cut into the ground. The name glared back at him: Autumn Jordan, 2003–2025 Beloved. Broken. Burned. His shoulders shook. His hands dug into the glassy earth until his knuckles bled. “This place knows how I’ll lose you,” he whispered. Autumn knelt beside him, laid her hand on his shoulder. Her voice was a blade against despair. “Then rewrite it.” He looked up at her, his eyes glassy, rimmed with red. “I’m scared I’ll become him. Bastian. The one who killed Mara.”

The air crackled with the anticipation of this intimate exchange, our hearts beating in synchrony. With a deliberate yet tender motion, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my skin. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, igniting a fire within me. I felt Koen's fangs scrape down my nape towards my shoulder where he took a huge punishing bite. I couldn't help trembling from sudden fright, and my voice let out a muffled groan. His bite was hard, it tore through my skin, and I knew that he had left a bite mark on my body, a permanent one. When I felt his fangs sink so deep in my skin, it made my body flare up.

he rasped, his voice dropping even lower, "we're going to make this official." Before I could process his words, I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my neck, right over my scent gland. He bit me. His teeth sank into my flesh, a white-hot agony that stole my breath. A scream tore from my throat, but it was quickly cut off as a wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure washed over me. His saliva, an alpha's venom, entered my bloodstream, a potent chemical cocktail that was rewriting my biology from the inside out. The pain melted into a blissful, all-consuming euphoria. The claiming bite. It was permanent. It was undeniable. I was his.

The tip of his wet organ pushes against my entrance, and it almost breaks it’s way inside of me. He moves my head gently to the side and exposes my neck fully to him. His mouth is at the crook of my neck. This is it. He is going to mark me as his mate and I will be his, forever. I feel his teeth sink into me. His bite is hard and the stab of his canines almost break my fragile skin. As he pulls back from my neck I feel him push his head further against my still tight vagina. He tries to break through the resistance and into the depths of me. I brace myself of the impending pain and try to tilt my hips down and away from his dick. He stops. ‘No!’ He shouts angrily. What have I done? He looks

I bite my tongue so hard I taste iron. The handle doesn’t turn. Footsteps move on. Kieran exhales a laugh that’s half-hysterical. He grins at me with a wild, wrecked expression. He drops his mouth to my throat, biting down almost hard enough to mark me, and his hand starts moving again. “Cum for me, Alexei,” he demands, his voice a growl against my skin. “Right now. Show me you’re mine.” That’s all it takes. The order, the bite, the sheer, insane audacity of him. My restraint shatters. He doesn’t give me a chance to recover. His hand is a blur, fast and punishing, forcing me up, up, up.

The world faded away, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of skin on skin, the scent of their combined arousal filling the air. As Lucia neared the precipice of her release, Aiden pulled back, his canines grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. She let out a strangled cry, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. In that moment, he sank his teeth into her marking spot, claiming her as his own. Lucia's scream of ecstasy echoed through the room as she mirrored Aiden's actions, sinking her own canines into the vulnerable flesh of his neck. The shared bite ignited a wave of euphoria, sending them spiralling into blissful oblivion together.