Hickey Bite Marks Novels & Stories

⚠️ WARNING: Only for readers 18+ who like their stepbrothers FERAL and their stepfathers FILTHY. *** He bit me at a frat party I only attended to get over my ex. Three days later, he was sitting across from me at my mother's engagement dinner – and then standing at the foot of my bed unbuckling his belt at 1:47 AM. Knox Voss is a werewolf, a biker, and my new stepbrother. He marked my neck so every wolf in the city knows I'm his, and he fucks me like he's trying to ruin me for anyone else. It's working. But his father is worse. Dominic Voss is my professor, my stepfather, and a wolf who's hidden behind a suit for twenty years. He locks his office door on Thursdays, then takes me apart with a cruelty so precise it feels like worship. I'm human. They're not. I'm sleeping with both of them in the same house, down the hall from my mother – and a world I was never supposed to know about is closing in. A jealous she-wolf who feels every orgasm through a broken bond. An Alpha uncle who considers my existence a death sentence. And a law that says the punishment for a human knowing about wolves is execution. Knox claims my body. Dominic reads my soul. Both will burn this family down before they let me go. And I can't stop going back. Contains: werewolf shifters, stepbrother/stepfather, MC bikers, over-the-knee discipline, bite bonds, Level 2 shifts that make him BIGGER in every way, and a mother who never looks at the right moment. All characters are 18+. All scenarios are fiction. All orgasms are supernatural.

Isabella Sinclair, a thirty-two-year-old billionaire heiress, dislikes men and never intended to get married. However, her convictions were put to the test when she had a one-night stand affair with a strange guy, Liam Blackwood. ********** Liam grabbed her wrist tightly and in a swift movement, he lifted her and dropped her on the bed. He pinned her hands on the bed with one hand, while the other hand slowly caressed her lower abdomen. A sudden gasp escaped Isabella’s lips as his gentle touch landed on her lower abdomen. He leaned into her and moved his lips near her ear. She flinched in fear. ‘Are you going to bite me like I did? Don’t be petty!’ she snapped sharply as Liam’s lips grazed her earlobe, his breath fanning against her skin. He chuckled slightly at Isabella’s outburst, and in an unexpected move, he flickered his tongue into her ear. She froze! She liked it and wanted him to do it again, but instead, he whispered, ‘Young lady, have you forgotten? No contact! Why do you keep throwing yourself at me, little girl!’ “What! ‘Little girl’? How dare he!” she screamed in her head, but in reality, she liked how possessive and dominant Liam is. He freed her, releasing his tight grip on her hands and jumped off the bed. He grabbed his car keys from the bedside table and walked towards the door. “Liam! The contract! Do you want me to change it? And by the way, this is your second night here, and you haven’t given me a foot massage yet,” Isabella called out as he placed his hands on the doorknob.

"You are mine, mine alone." He muttered, sending a rush of terror and excitement through her. Her face crumbled into a frown as she tried to process his words. "Yours?" She laughed nervously, trying to conceal her fear, "You don't mean it, right?" She questioned doubtfully, but the seriousness on the man's face said otherwise. She scoffed, trying to project , What's this? It's nothing. It's just a mistake night." The man's piercing gaze caused her heart to skip a beat. "I don't think it is." He replied, his voice firm and commanding. "I've marked you, so you are mine now." Her eyes widened in terror as she realised the meaning behind his words. "The bite...it's just a bite." She said, attempting to downplay it, but deep down she knew that the bite meant more than that. She was aware that once a girl was marked, she was chosen as a mate. Being betrayed by the one you loved and trusted is the most miserable thing. For Lily, being the daughter of a traitor in her pack meant a life of mistreatment and abuse. But nothing could have prepared her for the ultimate betrayal: her boyfriend, the new Alpha, bringing home another woman and declaring her his Luna, forcing Lily out of the pack.With her world shattered, Lily drowned her sorrows in a bar, leading to a chance encounter with the enigmatic and feared Alpha, Logan Knight. A ruthless leader with a dark past and a thirst for revenge, Logan has been searching for his mate for years, scouring packs far and wide. And then fate brings him Lily. Will Lily, scarred by her previous betrayal, be able to open her heart to Logan's charms? 

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised... This book contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, and dark romantic elements. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to any of these topics.] "You’re fucking dripping," he muttered, moving in and out of her. "All wet for me." He moved faster, rubbing her clit and she threw her head back. He took his fingers out and she groaned. He ripped her dress and took her already hard pink nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She moaned even more, pushing her chest to his mouth. His hand played with the other exposed nipple and he twisted it, earning another loud moan from her. She wanted to feel him. It's been too fucking long. "Fuck me..." she said, her voice almost inaudible. Rico chuckled, so sinister yet so hot. "Such a needy little whore for me, aren't you?" He inserted two fingers inside her again, deep inside her, curling just right. "Say it. Say you're my whore." Calla didn't care if that made her feel worthless. She was a whore. His whore. "I... I am your whore," she moaned out, trying to bite it back. Rico smirked darkly. He inserted another finger and she bit into his shoulder to muffle her moan. He gripped her throat with the other hand, just enough to remind her who held control. "You like being used like this, don't you?" He growled against her ear.

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his food again. When I stood up to clear the table, he caught my wrist. "Summer, next Monday. I'll definitely be free next week," Ethan promised. "We already had our wedding anyway, a few days won't make a difference. Don't worry, I won't break my promise this time." I looked down at his hand, then looked up at him with a faint smile. "Okay." Over the past six months, he had said "next week" nine times, "definitely" thirteen times, and "don't worry" sixteen times. Yet, we still hadn't registered our marriage. And next week, it wouldn't happen either. Because this time, I would be the one breaking the promise.

Elara Reed has endured years of abuse as her pack's omega—the lowest rank, treated as less than nothing. When the arrogant Alpha heir Kai Thornwood discovers she's his fated mate, he's revolted. In front of the entire pack, he publicly rejects and humiliates her, then marks another she-wolf as his chosen Luna to solidify his disgust. But Kai made one fatal mistake: underestimating Elara. During the rejection, Elara's wolf breaks free, revealing what was hidden her entire life—she carries True Alpha bloodline, a power thought extinct for centuries. That night, she vanishes without a trace. Three years later, Alpha Kai's world is crumbling. His pack is failing, his chosen Luna is barren and bitter, and mysterious enemies are picking off his wolves one by one. Desperate, he tracks down the one person who might save them: Elara. But the broken omega he rejected is gone. In her place stands Alpha Elara Reed—confident, powerful, and leader of the fastest-growing pack in the territories. She's thriving, happy, and definitely not interested in helping the man who destroyed her. Oh, and she has three-year-old twins. His twins. With Alpha powers that shouldn't be possible at their age. Now Kai must grovel, fight, and prove he's worthy of a second chance—while enemies close in on Elara's rare bloodline, traitors sabotage from within, and a rival Alpha offers Elara everything Kai failed to give her: respect, partnership, and love. The clock is ticking. The bond may be severed, but the danger is just beginning. And Elara holds all the power now. His biggest mistake might cost him everything—including his life.

How do you pull off faking a mate bond and deceiving an entire pack without the sparks and marks blessed by the Moon Goddess? That nearly impossible feat is exactly what I, Tracy Harnold, have to pull off, standing right beside the future Alpha of my pack. Before I could even fully process the agony of my rejection, Alpha Louis walked into the medical wing. He had been visiting for two days straight, but this time, he came with an offer I couldn't refuse: "Be my mate, and you never have to see that pathetic man again. I don’t need a real mate. All I need is a submissive woman to stand beside me when I finally take over." I didn’t think twice before taking his hand. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. But what our future Alpha didn’t know was that the submissive, fragile girl he thought he was hiring was nothing more than an image I had carefully crafted for myself. As dangerous enemies close in on the pack and on us, my mask starts to slip and so does his. "I don’t hurt women," he growled, all while pinning my frame harshly against the wall, his dark eyes flashing. "I brought you here for one reason, and that was to secure my position. Don’t get ahead of yourself, doctor." What sort of love story could bloom from a man who uses power like a weapon, especially with the entire pack breathing down our necks at every turn? When two master manipulators play the mating game, who will be the first to break?

SYNOPSIS: On the night before her fairy-tale wedding, Aurora climbed into bed expecting tender passion from the man she loved. Instead, she was fucked senseless by his identical twin. Aridian , the ruthless elder brother, exiled and erased by his own family took her hard and deep, making her moan Alexander’s name while he ruined her for anyone else. One night of forbidden, mind-shattering pleasure, and Aurora’s perfect life became a nightmare of guilt and insatiable craving. The next morning, she stands at the altar in her pristine white gown, ready to marry the safe, charming Alexander. But as the officiant begins the vows, Aridian rises from the crowd and objects. Not out of jealousy. He exposes a sinister family covenant hidden in their grandfather’s will: the elder twin must marry and inherit first. Alexander has stolen everything: the fortune, the legacy, and now the bride who was never meant to be his. As the wedding descends into public scandal, Aurora realizes both brothers are dangerous. Alexander will do anything to silence the truth and force her down the aisle. Aridian will stop at nothing to reclaim his birthright… and the woman whose body still bears the marks of his claim. Trapped between two men with the same devastating face : one polished monster, one exiled beast — Aurora is drowning in shame, lust, and terror. Her body betrays her with dark memories of Aridian’s dominance. Her heart questions every touch Alexander ever gave her. In a world of obscene wealth, buried sins, and blood-soaked family secrets, one wrong choice will destroy her forever. She married the wrong twin. And the right one has already claimed her soul

Before my grandfather, the Don of the Rinaldi family, dies, he leaves behind a will. The five Principessas of the Rinaldi family are forbidden from using our family name. We must live like ordinary people until one of us gives birth to the first heir. Whoever does so will inherit everything. For three years, I keep my identity hidden. My husband, Oliver Wright, and I live in a cramped apartment to the south of Windmere. Every morning, we squeeze onto the subway to get to work. When we're short on money, we stay up late making plans and racking our brains trying to keep his small company afloat. I never think life is hard because I love him. One day, the doctor hands me my medical test results—I am the first one to become pregnant. Upon learning this, my whole body trembles with excitement. The life that Oliver and I have struggled toward for years suddenly feels within reach. I drive home with a happy smile on my face as I imagine how he will react. But when I push the door open, I see a woman wearing my favorite nightgown. She is sitting with Oliver, sharing the apple I left in the refrigerator with him. He takes a bite from her hand and glances at me casually. "My first love, Maeve Young, is back. Let's get a divorce." My fingers tighten around the pregnancy test report. Then, I smile and say, "Sure." What he doesn't know is that his penniless, patient, obedient, and endlessly forgiving wife has a last name powerful enough to open every door in Windmere. I will keep this child, and the family fortune will still pass to me. As for my husband, Oliver? I'm ready to let him go.

So here's the thing about being adopted by a junkie sex worker: you learn real fast that nobody's coming to save you, and the world doesn't give a shit about your potential. I got out and got a scholarship to some fancy boarding school where rich kids pretend they're better than you because their parents bought their way in instead of fucking their way through. Silvercrest Academy; prestigious, elite and completely fucking weird. Like, weird enough that my roommate has fangs and my lab partner's eyes glow in the dark and the three hottest guys on campus won't leave me alone for reasons I can't figure out. Dante—the golden boy who looks at me like I'm a problem he's trying to solve. Jax—the TA who tried to intimidate me until I put him on his ass, and now he follows me around like an angry cat that hasn't decided if it wants to be pet or bite me. Elias—the too-pretty rich boy who asks too many questions and looks at me like I'm the answer to something he's not saying out loud. I thought I was here to study genetics, turns out I'm the genetics. Aether bloodline that is believed to be ancient and extinct except apparently not, because I'm standing here with gold in my hair that won't dye out and an allergy to silver that makes no sense and power I don't know how to use sitting under my skin like a loaded gun. Someone's trying to kill me for it and through it all, three wolves telling me I'm their mate—which would be flattering if I wasn't too busy trying not to die to figure out what the fuck that means.