Vampire Bite Piercing Novels & Stories

They all followed their Luna to Amy’s room as her bleeding neck was the main issue there. Charlotte bandaged her wound quickly. “As you are a wolf-less omega, a vampire bite is not harmful for you.” She bit her lip and nodded, as Jason was impatient to spill the beans. “Liam has just marked you, Amy. Biting is the only possible way for a sired vampire to ensure his/her claim.” Amy gasped in disbelief; her eyes welled up. “Is, Is that true?”

His body tensed and the glare that was fixated on Lord Eclaire was intense. "What do you mean by that?" Charlotte blinked in confusion, her hand moving up to cover the tender wound on her neck. She was under the impression it was like any other bite, but Lord Eclaire had made it sound different. "That bite is meant to mark the way an animal might mark what belongs to them. A touch of venom is injected into the body and proceeds to release a pheromone that belongs to said vampire. You wouldn't be able to tell, but I can," Lord Eclaire explained, and then smirked. He seemed completely unbothered by the threat in Lord Hunt's body language. "Has he taken you as his lover then?"

And I knew I could not tell Nikolai. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, forcing the words out despite the way my voice trembled. He laughed. It was low. Dark. It curled around me like smoke and made my skin prickle. “The vampires have a rare trait,” he said slowly, leaning back in his chair. “When they claim a human, they bite into their neck and leave a mark called the Blood Mark. It binds them. Body and mind.” My fingers curled into my lap and I could almost feel his teeth again in my neck, claiming me.

Paul put his hand on my waist in response to the movement. Craggy Face lapped at the spilled blood on my palm and fingers. I held back a gag. When it came, his bite was uncomfortable but evidently bites from Vampires weren't the same as bites from animals or humans. To be bitten by a Vampire brought euphoria. I had felt that with each bite, but with this man there was also pain. I think there was pain because he wanted there to be. I felt his tongue worm its way into the wound in a vaguely sexual way that made me want to squirm. I didn't dare pull away, though. He was making grunting noises that reminded me of a rutting animal.

Every werewolf or Vampire was supposed to find their mate from the day they turned 18 and I had to endure a whole year waiting for my mate. It was then to my horror that I then saw a tattoo of a crown with a Vampire tooth inside start appearing on his right shoulder and luckily he did not appear to notice. It was the tattoo mark to represent he was now the destined Vampire prince as my mate. But how the heck was it appearing so fast only because we kissed and touched as that mark was supposed to appear only after we did the marking ceremony!

I then trail my kisses down her neck and then bite down on her shoulder as I groan releasing pulse after pulse of my release inside her as her body is shaking and quivering around mine. When the pulsing of my cock stops I step back allowing it to slip from inside her, I haven’t finished yet as I then pull her to me pick her up and walk over to the bed, where I lay her down, push my knees between hers and then slide back inside her. She whimpers a little as she whispers, “May I drink, Master?” I don’t take much notice of what she actually said as I nod my head and thrust my hips hard and fast. I had heard that a vampire's bite while feeding or having sex can be the most pleasure one has ever

He wanted her skin on his. He didn't kiss her lips. He went for her throat, his teeth sinking deep into the vein. Vespera let out a jagged, broken moan, her hips bucking against the mattress as the pain of his bite sent a shock of grounding reality through the fever. He wasn't being gentle. He was marking her, his teeth leaving deep, purple divots in her neck and shoulders.

“Alright.” “Alright,” I answer. I can’t help brushing a strand of hair out of her face, and I feel her melt a little from the touch. “Olivia,” I say softly. “Yes?” she answers the same way. I quirk my lips, coming close to her ear. “Make it fucking hurt.” “Goddamn flirt.” I’m about to respond when she leans over and bites down on my earlobe. Hard. “Fuck,” I groan, leaning into the piercing pain. Not even a second later, my world bursts in gold light.

The smell crawled into his nose, triggering a hot throb at the base of his freshly bitten neck. Sora ripped off the oversized black blazer, throwing it to the floor with a movement of pure loathing. He walked to the sink, turned the tap, and let ice-cold water drench his shaking hands. In the cracked mirror above the paint table, the bite mark looked horrific. It was a deep reddish-purple, swollen, and pulsing in sync with his heartbeat. Vardan hadn't just bitten him, he had planted a claim that burned through his nerves.

The action finally alarmed the rabbit, and he took off. Smiling, Maya looked down at her mate. Blood covered some of his chest from her bite. She’d not been the best marker. Glancing at the front of her body, she frowned. “Ew, I look like I’ve been around with a vampire and lost.” She looked a mess and hated to think what she looked like in the mirror. There were small bruises on her hips that hadn’t disappeared. “Our mating marks will last longer. The bite on your neck will remain permanently. The bruises will fade in a few hours.”