Vampire Bite Piercing Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice trembling like my soul already knew the answer. He didn’t reply with words. His eyes, wild and aching, met mine. He leaned in, kissed me softly… then bit. Slow and deliberate, his fangs pierced the base of my neck, and I gasped as the heat of his Vampiric Essence surged into me—claiming, sealing, binding. “MINE,” he growled, possessive and primal, licking over the bruise he’d created. His kisses turned frantic, as if trying to bury himself deeper inside my skin.

Never enough sleep when the dreams— That nightmare. My heart pounds against my ribs like a caged thing trying to break free, each beat echoing in my ears, my throat, my fingertips. I press my fingers harder against the bite on my lip, using the sting to ground myself. To stop the room from tilting. The wound tingles already, vampire healing working to close what I've done to myself, but the taste lingers on my tongue. Blood. Mine. Only mine. Not his. Something washes over me in relief for that.

I pulled his head to the side and let my canines out. “Please.. make me yours..” he moaned. Chills ran up my spine as my gums tingled.. but this time I didn’t ignore it. I pierced his neck and his blood filled my mouth. “Fuck.. fuck, Violette.. I’m cumming.” He growled. I moaned against his neck as I came as well. He grabbed my hips and moved them quickly as he filled me up. After a moment I pulled my canines out and licked the wound, sealing his mark.

The woman’s voice grew louder as she sang in a foreign language unknown to my ears. Then, I felt his sharp, pointed fangs graze the spot above my jugular vein. My body tensed up as my heart started to pound loudly in my ears. Fear was the only sensation I felt. He had never bit me on my neck before. Samael had only ever fed from my wrist to drink my blood. I didn’t know what it would feel like, and I was terrified to find out. What if it really hurt? What if he isn’t able to stop and drains every drop of blood from my body? The jugular vein was one of the most dangerous and intimate veins for vampires to bite on their victims. Why was he changing his habits?

Nik moved to her neck. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she moaned in pain. Instead of kisses, Nik was giving her a trail of sharp bites. At the same time, he was pinching the wet nipples hard over her T-shirt. It was kind of alluring but painful. "When did you become a vampire?" She spoke, holding her breath. Nik didn't reply but harshly removed her tee and bra and began biting her nipples hard.

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.

His canines pierced the gland. A piercing after waiting too long. The canines punctured the epidermis. They passed through the thin layer of fascia covering the gland surface. They drove into the gland's core. Cedarwood and gunpowder poured in through the bite. Her spine arched. A deep, deep arc formed between her lumbar spine and shoulder blades.

"Please, come back to me." I opened my mouth over his hand and bit into the inside of his wrist. There was no blood. I injected vemon into it then ran my tongue over the bite mark to seal it. Took his other hand bit into it, doing the same thing I had done to the first. I lifted myself over his limp body to reach his neck. The place where his pulse had beat excited as he thrust inside me a few moments ago no longer pulsed. The skin was still. I leaned down and bit into the flesh, injecting a large amount of venom into the empty artery. I took his hand again and bit the side of his elbow, repeating the action on his other hand.

“It’s healing up. It looks like a tattooed scar.” “We want you to mark her back,” she requested. “Are you sure?” he asked. He watched instead as her eyes turned ruby once more. “I’m sure.” He’d already marked her as a Lycan, so he figured marking her vampire meant marking her in the same spot she’d marked him, which is a little further away from her Lycan mark. His canines skimmed her skin as he found the spot. She held onto him tightly as his teeth pierced her skin, a powerful orgasm ripping through her. She felt the tingles spread through her, before warmth filled her. He licked the wound close, before she brought him in for a kiss.

I hiss. Swiping my hair off my shoulder and pulling it into a knot at the nape of my neck, I try to formulate a plan. I am so lost in my thoughts that I don’t notice Vesper has knelt down beside me. His fingers are dangerously close to my neck. I swat his hand away and jump to my feet. “What the fuck are you doing?” “There is a bite on your neck,” he whispers. I cover the bite with my hand. I had forgotten all about it. “It is how Lycans mark their mates.”