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"Don't do this. Not like this." He grabbed my wrists. He pinned them above my head with one hand. His grip was iron. He could snap my bones with a twitch of his fingers. He lowered his head. He buried his face in my neck. He inhaled deeply, snorting like a wild animal. "Scent," he growled. "Sweet. Mine." He bit me. It wasn't a love bite. He sank his fangs into the sensitive cord of muscle where my neck met my shoulder. I screamed.

Then he smacks me across the face and bites down on my lip. I pull away from his bite just to have him bite down my neck. I know they are going to bruise, but I suppose that is the entire purpose. These are not love bites, these are punishment bites... This is his twisted sense of revenge. I mumble, trying to bite my lips so he doesn't punish me more. Then he sucks my right shoulder and bites hard enough to draw blood. "Stop! Please, Zach! Just stop!" I beg. "Is this what you do for him? You beg him to stop too? It's a good thing I'm not listening to you. I'm the one in charge now, baby," he chuckles darkly as he bites hard on my breast.

being used like a synonym for "boring." The last thing I think about is the heat of his mouth on my neck and the sound he made right before he bit me — a low, vibrating sound that came from somewhere deeper than a human throat, a sound that I can still feel resonating in the wound on my neck like it was implanted there along with his teeth. I pass out with my hand pressed against the bite and my blood drying on my fingers and a stranger's growl echoing in the dark behind my eyelids. The bite is still stinging when I wake up. By Wednesday, it's just a scar.

I said back, not knowing anything else to say. His head lowered, and I almost panicked at the thought he was going to kiss me, but he bypassed my lips and lowered his teeth to my neck and bit me. It hurt a bit, but it also felt fantastic, and I just grabbed on to his shoulders and stared up at him in shock as he raised his head and nodded in satisfaction. “That’s nice and visible,” he growled. My heart sank. This wasn’t a love bite; of course, it wasn’t. Zane was marking me, doubtlessly to keep Scott away. I suppose I should be grateful he didn’t mark me in others ways.

I want to bite his hand off. I will bite his hand off when Cosmo bites him, I wiggle my tail and blink with my puppy eyes, he bends to pet me, there Cosmo sprints and in two jumps he bites Benjamin’s behind, “Aaaaahhhh!” He shouts, as he places his hand on his behind I get up and then bites his free hand where the cookie was.

She looked around the cell like she trusted therapeutic supplies would abruptly show up out of lean air. “There’s nothing we can do approximately it, Close relative Nancy. So halt stressing. I’ll be fine.” She overseen to drag her shirt back up this time and shoo their hands absent. When she looked up, the two of them were stooping in front of her with indistinguishable looks of stress on their faces. “What?” Bitsy looked at her mother and at that point back at Bronaugh. “Is that bite…is it going to turn you?” “Bitsy!” her close relative scolded.

"You heard me right, Eve. You have had vampire blood in you ever since you were born." "How is that possible? My parents, I was sure they were humans and they haven't mentioned anything unnatural… and I never felt strange before." "You are not a pure-blooded vampire, only a fraction of your blood contains vampire blood. That's why you managed to live for all those years like a normal human being. But the truth is, it was only suppressed and waiting to be activated. And it happened when Vienna's subordinate bit you. It was the vampire's venom that awakened the vampire blood in you. It was the reason why the transition took faster than usual because you were not a pure human in the first place

I kept thinking about how we got in here and fell asleep here but I couldn't really remember so I just ignored it. I pee and after that I washed my face then I turned my gaze to the mirror. I'm looking at my face when I noticed that there was something in my neck. My heart beat faster when I realized what it was. Shaking, I raised my hand to touch the one on my neck. "How did I get this?" My heart was beating fast and I felt like I was going to fall over. I was convincing myself that it was just a bite of a mosquito but no, it was a bite of a wolf. I slowly sat down on the bathroom floor and fixed my own hair.

My babies will bite you and eat you alive. Abigail dimly noted that the purring whispers now seemed to be coming from outside her head. She felt a caress on her thigh, hot breath on her neck. She turned her head and was face to face with Lilith. Abigail recoiled, as though electrified; her mind instantly clear, the whispering spell shattered by Lilith's malignant grin. She sprang to her feet, staggering like a drunkard, her head reeling at the bizarre insanity of her position. Lilith's silvery tones rose to strident screams of fury:

ZACHARY CHARGED at the intruders. Using his right hand, he punched the first one in the stomach and then kicked the groin. The man bellowed in pain. While he was unfinished with the first, the second intruder tried to punch him in the jaw, but he missed. Zachary's fangs elongated, then he bit the man's jugular. Their blood was acid in his tongue. He wanted to puke at the aftertaste. Throwing the second man, he charged at the other, but he teleported.