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“This is bullshit!” Trace shouts and storms from the room.
6
Chester
Poor naive Jolie, I warned her that I’m fucked in the head. You don’t spend years longing for someone that you can’t touch without finding other ways to channel that emotion. I found tattooing was a good way to do that. I could always draw really well and when Kai came back to Olympia one day with a tattoo machine we spent hours practising. I knew what I felt was different when Creed let me do his first tattoo. The intimacy of it all made me feel things I shouldn’t have felt for Creed in that moment. He is turned on by pain, his erection caught my eye during that first sitting. We were teenagers at the time and I needed to fuck. The impulse hit me so hard out of nowhere that I couldn’t explain it. Over the years I've only ever tattooed Creed, he gets it, shit happens and to us it isn’t a big deal.
Jolie struts into the room in a damn sports bra and a loose pair of sweats. Her dark chocolate hair is piled high on her head in a messy bun. I instantly get hard seeing how high her tits are pushed up. The sports bra looks like it’s about to bust at the seams. I won’t lie, from the moment she returned all I’ve wanted to do is bend her over and fuck her senseless. Which I refuse to do unless she fully understands that once she gives in to me I won’t be able to control the beast.
Loving someone shouldn’t consume you, it’s toxic if it does. I’m smart enough to know that; I also know that I’m powerless to stop it if that's what she wants. We have so many secrets between us that I want to tell her everything but Brennan insists that she isn’t ready. She doesn’t trust us and she has a good reason not to. If she doesn’t trust us, she's going to use us and that won’t be healthy for her or myself. Once I lay claim to her she would have to kill me to stop me from being near her. She could run, but I would hunt her down and bring her back, even against her will.
“Where do you want me?” she asks. I smirk up at her, if she knew what was going on in my head, she wouldn’t want to know the answer to that. She rolls her eyes at me and her hands go to her hips. “You know what I mean.”
“Do I?” I retort, waggling my eyebrows.
She huffs at me, and mutters curses under her breath.
“Lay down on the table.”
I’ve spent the last ten minutes cleaning and disinfecting the surface. Not that anyone has ever been tattooed in here yet. Creed helped me set up the room over the last few days. It’s nothing overly fancy. The walls are painted in light grey colour, and the lights in the room are bright enough to be able to see the finest of details. Details are always important when it comes to tattooing. A rolling tool box is set up against the furthest wall from the door that contains all of the inks, needles and tattooing equipment. Situated in the centre of the room is the table that I have directed her to. It's a multipurpose table that converts to a chair, depending on where we will be laying the ink. Also there is a rolling stool to make moving around easier, which is where my ass is currently planted, hoping she doesn’t notice the raging hard-on I’m sporting.
Really, it was done for Kai since he actively tattoos students of Olympia. The guy has a damn waiting list booked months in advance.
She gets herself up onto the table and lays back. I try not to stare at her like a fucking weirdo but the way her body moves draws my eyes to her skin.
“I drew a picture, it’s similar to the ones on the guys.” I say, snapping myself out of being weird and creepy.
I pick up the image and hand it to her; a smile pulls at her lips but her eyes go glassy. I hate that we have made her feel this way, but everything we've ever done has been for her. I just wish it didn’t have to be this way. We finally get our damn angel back and she's more perfect than ever. She may think she is damaged, but all that means is she's broken enough that she can really see us for who we are. There’s no longer a need for us to hide that from her.
“It’s perfect. You’re so talented.”
“Don’t start with the compliments; my cock is already hard enough as it is.”
She turns and looks down at my crotch. I finally had gotten it to go down somewhat, but my semi goes into raging bull mode with her eyes on him. Like he knows the girl who was created for him is in the room.
I take the image back and get the stencil ready. Once we have it in place and everything set up, I have to try and even my breathing. I can already feel the excitement coursing through my veins at a rapid speed. My nipples go hard and the friction of them rubbing against my shirt isn’t helping my cause.
“How come you and Creed fuck when you tattoo him?”
Okay, she isn’t holding back on the questions. “Can you feel that rush of adrenaline shooting through your veins right now?”
“Yes.”
“I feel what you feel. I see auras and feel the emotions attached to someone. Creed was the first person I tattooed and that might have been my first mistake since he likes pain. The intense pleasure he was feeling was like a drug. As for fucking him, we just act on how we’re feeling. Maybe you can watch and see for yourself.” Her eyes go wide and she bites her lip. I can tell she’s picturing us together and fuck if that doesn’t do wicked things to me.
“What if someone is scared or just has no reaction?”
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t tattoo anyone else. It became too intimate of a process for me. I haven’t wanted to do it to anyone else.”
“And yet you agreed to tattoo me even though I don’t plan on screwing you.”
“I did Little Angel, but let’s hold back the not fucking me part. We haven’t even started yet.”
She snorts at my comment.
“Laugh all you like,” I murmur, running my finger along her collarbone. “I know pain turns you on or you wouldn’t have gone near Laughn. You wait until you feel the first little pop when the needle pierces the skin and the small droplets of blood that sit on the surface. The constant burn as I continue over already inked areas and when you start to relax, the surge of endorphins that’ll flow through your veins. I’ll see it; your body won’t be able to lie to me.”
“How do auras work?” she asks, as I snap on a pair of black rubber gloves and start the machine. The buzzing reverberates through the room and I feel the change in her almost immediately–that anticipation. I take a deep centering breath to try and hold myself together.
