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Her eyes narrow slightly like she can read my pervy thoughts. I don't know how she's going to respond, because she could just freeze me out at this point, totally shut the whole thing down...
...but she does the last thing I expect.
She takes her damn shirt off.
She's wearing a bra underneath--not anything fancy, but that doesn't matter when the girl wearing it is so gorgeous. She tosses her straight blonde hair back and stares me down, daring me to look, and I somehow manage to keep my eyes fixed on hers.
She looks...offended?
Hurt?
Am I reading more into this than is really there?
"I want it right here," she says, pointing at her heart, just over the swell of her breast.
"Any particular shape?"
"It doesn't have to be a bite mark?"
I shake my head. "The point is the pheromones in the ink, not a literal mark...so no, it can be whatever you want."
She bites her lip, frowning as she considers my question.
"Okay," she says. "Then...an apple. The Eve's Apple logo, actually. Would you do that for me?"
Fuck me. She wants a synthetic claiming mark, but she's asking me totattoo my brandon her. And I don't think she realizes exactly what she's asking, because I designed that logo--and tattooed it, a long time ago--on a girl I lost.
"Yeah," I say. "I can do that for you."
"Great," she replies. "Let's do it."
We walk into the shop and I make sure all the curtains are drawn before I guide her toward my chair. It's plush and comfy--if a little worn from years of use--and I help her get comfortable. I set down the ink carefully, then I go through the motions of preparing my inks, my tattoo gun, latex gloves and sterilizing gear. Kendra watches, not looking even remotely nervous even though she's half-dressed and just a slip of a thing.
"This might be a silly question, but you ever been tattooed before?" I ask, making small talk.
"No," she says. "Never had the chance. My friends I was hiding with...we considered getting the supplies for a synth mark ourselves and getting it all done, but we were worried we would mess it up--and it's dangerous for omegas to try to get those things for ourselves. Obviously it didn't end up working out anyway."
"It's good you didn't," I say. "I've seen too many botched tattoos--the pheromones make it a little more dangerous, more likely to get infected. You can get sick if you overdo the claiming ink."
She frowns as I turn back toward her, sterilizing wipe in hand. I'm going to need to touch her--and I'm going to need to stayin control. I'm really only talking about all this stuff because I'm trying to distract myself from the inevitability of putting my hands on her bare skin.
"I guess I don't really know how all this works," she says.
I shrug. "I'm no chemist, so I can't walk you through the whole elaborate process...but I do know you have to get the dosage of the synth inkjust rightto mimic the amount of pheromones injected during a claiming bite. Cold touch."
"What?" she asks, surprised.
I hold up the alcohol wipe and she laughs softly.
"Oh," she says. "I don't know why I thought..."
She doesn't finish.
I don't ask.
I brace myself and sit beside her to wipe down the area, resisting the urge to indulge myself and take my time. She feels just as good as I expected though--lean, but soft and supple. She gasps a little when I touch her, and I hope she doesn't see how it makes blood surge right to my cock.
Somehow, I manage to turn around again, throwing the wipe away and picking up my tattoo gun.
