This Bites Novels & Stories

"When your mate bites your neck. That means he marked you as his. No other vampire can bite you after that. Even you will like someone else his mark will stays with you forever." When I heard that I suddenly remembered that I had a dream that a man with a fang bit me and when I had an accident. I'm not sure if that's true or if it's all just a dream of mine. I was grabbed by the left side of my neck. I caressed it, I did not feel any scars or anything. When I dreamed that, I immediately looked at my leg in the mirror. Maybe it's all just a dream "You better go back to your room." I was surprised when he suddenly pulled me out of the room and now I just realized that it was his room.

He pinned my wrists to the furs above my head with one hand, his grip bruising. "Mine," he growled, burying his face in my neck. He bit me. It wasn't the careful, claiming bite of the alley. This was hunger. He sank his teeth into the soft muscle where my neck met my shoulder, right over the healed scar of the first mark. I screamed, but it was a scream of release. The pain grounded me, giving the fever a focal point. "Yes!" I cried, arching into him. "Mark me!" He tore at his own pants, the fabric ripping. He kicked them away, leaving us skin to skin.

he said, “if you continue to harass my fiancée, I may have to teach you a lesson. My patience has its limits.” His voice wasn’t loud, but the threat in it was unmistakable. Greg stiffened. As he looked at us standing close together, pain and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. However, in the next second, that unwillingness twisted into rage. He slammed his fist into the wall beside him, blood immediately seeping through his fingers. “Zoe…” he said my name hoarsely. I didn’t turn back. With Julian’s arm wrapped around me, we walked away, leaving Greg standing there alone, watching as blood dripped from his hand onto the ground, blooming into vivid red stains.

"What is wrong with you? We ate ONE piece of bread. How did that bother other guests?" The manager's face twisted. She yelled, "Security!" Then turned to me, voice full-volume. "Miss, if you don't pay, that's on you. This is a six-star hotel with Michelin chefs. You roll in with some bargain bread? That trashes our image. OF COURSE there's a fine! "Can't afford it? Don't fake it. Free music, free tea, your own snack, and six-star service? Acting like a victim? You SHOULD be fined!"

"See? Our pup's adorable!" A mottled-furred pup blinked up at him. Right on cue, James gasped like he deserved an award. "Wh-What is this? Avril! You DARE betray me?!" His roar blew the doors wide open—wolves flooded in. Seconds later, the birthing suite was packed wall to wall. Camilla barreled in first. The second she saw the pup's fur, she lost it. "Moon Goddess! You filthy bitch!" she shrieked. "You TAINTED my son's bloodline? James gave up EVERYTHING to be with you—a Silverlune white wolf! Was that not enough? You went and spread your legs for some OUTSIDER?"

After being friends for so long, one would think it would be easy, but the truth of the matter was that in front of him she felt forever exposed. What had he done to steal her heart and cause her to think of no one but him? She squinted through the bright rays of light reflected by the water and focused on him. His head was tilted down, his teeth biting at his lip as he worked the worm onto the hook. His dark brown hair was a disheveled mess and his strong masculine features were contorted in concentration, highlighting a wicked hot mouth that she was dying to kiss.

Her eyes widened slightly as realization hit her. “You bit me,” she whispered, her voice filled with something between disbelief. Aiden didn't deny it. He simply nodded. Lucy's pulse quickened, memories returning in broken pieces—the warmth of his lips on hers, the way his voice warned her that it would hurt, the sharp, sudden pain that followed. The way her body had reacted, the way everything inside her had shifted. “I had to,” Aiden said, lowering his voice. “You know that, don't you?”

I pulled away and squinted my eyes looking at him. "What do you mean ready to feed on me?" His head dipped to my neck and licked my sweet spot. "I mean I'm ready to bite you Lotus," Wait a minute, the only things that I know that bite and I've seen are dogs, and my puppies haven't done that. Then we have all those other animals that bite to kill you. So, the only deformed creature that could be human and also be able to bite is either a disturbed person or a vampire and werewolf which do not exist! And I don't want to hear anything until I've seen one myself.

Brianna replied with her famous straightforward character. "I am no one's dog on a leash. I bark and bite on my own," she scoffed. "Some of your men even calls me a Bitch, well I maybe am, and I might just be that crazy bitch to bite you all with deadly rabies. Beware," she added.

“Beth.” My toes curled, and my pussy throbbed. No one had ever called my name in that manner. I was no longer in control as he kissed a path to my neck. His teeth grazed me first, then a shot of pain flashed through that spot. I shoved him, and my hand went to the stinging spot on my neck. “Did you just bite me?” I asked. I touched something warm. My blood. “Jesus, you bit me.” “Sorry. Weird fetish of mine.”