Vampire Bite On Neck Novels & Stories

My lips tear from his when I embrace him; a sharp pain forms on my neck, increasing the intensity of my orgasm. I must have clenched him too tightly, for a light pressure fills my lower abdomen as his moan echoes in the air after my own. The scent of blood floods my nostrils. He must have bit my neck. What the hell? Is he a vampire? "Ah...fuck..." I curse as I try to regain the steadiness of my breath, yet he is still all I can breathe. "What?" "Protection. We didn't use a condom." "I don't mind another child."

Kai leaned in and sucked on his mark by my neck, causing jolts of pleasurable shivers run down my spine. “Mhmm Kai !” I moaned as I obliged to his silent need for more access and threw back my head. I fisted his hair as he traced the entire length of my neck with his active lips and moaned my life away as he nipped and bit everywhere that his hot lips touched. While Kai had his way with me, I cracked open an eye and watched the Vampire King intently. Our eyes hooded and stare unwavering, I smirked at the familiar scene except that the roles had been switched this time.

With haste, they arrived at the edge of the forest that bordered the grand palace, where the scent of blood wafted through the air. Their breaths caught in their throats as they beheld the sight before them. Emaline collapsed to her knees in shock at the scene in front of her. The sight that greeted us was a haunting one: a group of ten to sixteen children lay motionless before them. Their necks had been bitten in a haphazard manner, devoid of any discernible pattern. The telltale sign of the attack were the large, menacing fangs that left their mark upon the victim's skin. It was clear that this was no ordinary vampire responsible for the vicious bite.

The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded. As my gaze swept across our gruesome surroundings, I became aware of my own weakening state. Minutes passed unnoticed, and it was only when dizziness clouded my vision that I realized my clothes were soaked in blood. The vampire's bite had left a deep gash on my neck, and I was rapidly losing an alarming amount of blood. Desperately, I tried to stem the flow, pressing my hand against the wound, but my efforts proved futile.

“Does it matter?” The vampire gave a deep, soft laugh before sinking his teeth into her neck, just enough to taste. He lets go of her. From the tiny drop of blood that touched his teeth, he saw she had a necklace around her neck. The Vampire smiled and before Ann knew it, the necklace was removed from her neck without her even noticing it. “Refuse any other vampire to drink from you until we meet again. Don’t drink from any vampire and find your way back here tomorrow morning before the sunrise,” he compelled her.

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

’ Then, before I can respond with appropriate indignation, he sinks his fangs into my neck, going straight for where the carotid artery would be on a human. The pain is immediate and far more consuming than the pain of letting him drink from my wrist. Its reverb rises past my jaw and into my skull, seeps down into the core of my torso, tugging at a heart that no longer beats and turning a stomach that no longer holds sustenance. As he continues to feed, sucking at the essence of vitality that all vampires rely on to survive, the pain even shoots outwards wave by wave to suffuse my fingers and my toes. Despite myself, I spasm and jerk, trying to escape his hold, but his grasp doesn’t yield, s

One of the vampires says. I hear a low whimper come from Donna. I can't begin to understand how heartbroken she must be right now. The vampires start to surround us. If I'm going to die I'm going out with a fight. I attack the vampire to my right biting down on his arm trying to ripping it off. Three other vampires quickly tackle me to the ground clamping something around my neck. They let me go, backing away. I quickly get up looking over to see them backing away from Donna. She has something around her neck also.

“What do you mean?” My hand is immediately finding the bite wounds on my neck. “He marked you.” “What does that mean?” My words are horrified at the thought of being marked. “Well, Mom, the right side of the neck is for drinking. The left side of the neck, much like a ring for marriage, is on the left side. A vampire cannot drink successfully from the left side of the neck. The only thing the left side is for is marking. Which means he chose you, and you are his.” “What?” My words are scarcely above a whisper.

Finally, the omega found his spot. He began to suck in earnest, pulling blood to the surface. In all the human novels he had read, vampires seemed to target the carotid artery of their human victims. While that sounded nice, the artery laid right under their claiming gland, so it was off-limits except for marking your mate. Truly, the jade-eyed male didn’t mind; he had found a wonderful one for a first bite.