Bite Marks (The Lycans #5) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The Lycans Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 99285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
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“Immortal, no. Another species that needs blood to survive, that lives far longer than any human can fathom, that is stronger and faster than you could ever understand or imagine… yes.” He stalked closer, the smile gone from his face. “An Otherworld creature who is so dangerous the darkness fears me.”

God, he was close enough I felt his heat surround me like a soothing balm. That wasn’t right. It shouldn’t feel so good to have him close.

“A monster who is now linked to you forever, an undeniable bond weaving us closer and closer until one can’t survive without the other.” He lowered his gaze to my throat. “And once I claim you, mark you good and hard… properly, our life spans will be forever tied.” He slowly trailed his gaze back to my face. “You’ll age nice and slow with me because I’m never letting you go.”

I was panting, starting to freak out even more as the world crashed around me. “Fuck. You.” The words weren’t as strong as I hoped they’d be, but I’d gotten them out and felt a surge of power at the fact.

His smile was instant and all things predatory as he came to a stop right in front of me. Before I could blink, he reached out and curled his huge hand around my neck, leaning in.

Our gazes were locked as he tightened his hand on my throat, not hard enough I couldn’t breathe, but with enough pressure it was clear he wanted me to know he could break me as easily as snapping a twig under his boot.

And God help me, but it made me wet.

“Kitty.” He said that nickname low, deep, his eyes flashing a red that illuminated the barely there space between our faces. “If anyone else had said that to me, I would have ripped their jugular out.” His very long, sharp, and white fangs elongated right before my eyes as he looked down at the spot on my neck in question.

He leaned in even more until he was flush with me, and I suppressed a shiver at his close proximity, at the feeling that he was just as affected, judging by the massive hardness digging into my belly. I couldn't help the way my body softened for him.

“That's it,” he praised. “Just give in, knowing there’s no use in fighting it. Fuck, you please me to no end.”

I hated that it felt so good, so right to have him so close, that the very scent of him had my pussy wet and aching. He used his hold on my neck to tilt my head to the side, then slid his lips over my throat before letting his tongue follow the path of my jugular.

“But when the words come from you,” he murmured huskily, and I felt the vibrations of his voice go straight to the center of my body, to my clenching pussy that had never felt so wet or heavy or needy in my entire life. “When you say it, princess, it makes my cock so hard.”

My eyes fluttered closed on their own at his obscene words, and the groan he let spill forth made everything so much better… and so very wrong.

“I’ve never had a weakness,” he growled and lightly nipped at my throat.

I couldn’t hold in the gasp that left me. I wasn’t pushing him away, couldn’t—hell, wouldn’t.

“Until you, kitty.” With his thumb and forefinger now gripping my chin, he jerked my head forward before I could protest or even comprehend what was happening.

Oh God, I should stop this, kick him in the balls again, push him away, run even if it means my demise.

But I couldn’t find the strength to move. He felt too good, smelled too potent. My body had never felt like it was on fire before, as if, if I did move away, it would be the very worst mistake of my life and I’d regret it.

So I said nothing, didn’t move, hardly even breathed as he kept licking at the side of my throat, as the growling noises that came from him—ones that were totally inhuman—grew with intensity the longer I let him touch me.

It all cemented the fact that this man was something… else.

“I know you want me to make you feel good.”

I curled my nails into the bark of the tree, the discomfort of little wooden pieces digging under my nails making my already heightened pleasure grow tenfold.

“Just give in and let it happen. I swear it’ll be the best fucking thing on this godforsaken planet.”

“I don’t want this. I don’t want you,” I whispered, but even I could hear how false those words sounded, especially given that I wasn’t pushing him away, and especially given the fact that I was tilting my head and giving him better access to my neck.


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