Ed Hardy Tattoo Flash Book Novels & Stories

She boldly bent to kiss my neck, and her lips slid along my shoulder, pushing black silk out of the way. She undid the buttons slowly, her lips following along as she did so. She bared my chest, smooth and hard, with a few tattoos I no longer paid any attention to. One was a skull that Id had done when I was a teenager and full of anger. Another, a slash down my right side, was a black panther stretched out along the slim expanse. Yet another, on my left pec, was a revolver, another stupid choice of a teenager. Id have them covered when I could be bothered.

I saw an elaborate tattoo on his right arm. I sucked in my breath. I never knew we could get such pretty tattoos made. There was an intricate pattern of olive leaves, in the shape of a lily and nestled in between were multi-colored hearts, similar to my Alexart. The hearts glowed in the sunlight giving it a surreal appearance. When did Aaron get this tattoo? I couldn’t have missed such an exquisite tattoo, could I? “ How!!!” I whispered. “ He is not Aaron, he is a form shifter,” Eva said turning towards me.

I asked, leaning up on my elbow. Hannah shook her head, looking at me innocently. Lisa choked on her laughter and turned away. As I moved, something black on my chest caught my attention. I frowned and looked at it only to see my whole chest was covered in marker pen. Slogans of: ‘Ashley’s bitch’ with an arrow pointing down to the waistband of my shorts. ‘If lost, please return to the local strip club’ and ‘Momma’s little soldier’ with some extremely crude drawings, were all over my chest and stomach. A big ‘You got Owned, by P, H & L’ and a large smiley face was scrawled on my forearm.

As in steaming-mounth-watering-panty dropping eyes popping out of my head-hot. Ryder's tattoos are on display. The viper wrapping itself around his right forearm is detailed and absolutely stunning. I can't see the word I know is tattooed above his right knee. Nor do I see the same word under Jem's collar bone when his back is too me. I absently trace the word on the left side of my ribcage the "A" starting right where my breast ends. My fingers pass over the cursive and four stars spread out around the letters. I was the only one who got the stars the others complaining it was too feminine for them. Huffing out a breath I take the last steps and head to the kitchen isle slipping onto a bars

" I grind, leaning in to say the words closer to his ears. No intimacy—that was what the contract said. He looks like he can't wait to have a taste of me, and he has forgotten our contract agreement. ‎

He can’t spare me, no matter how compliant I am. He stands from the bed and removes every piece of clothing from his body. The tattoos expand from his chest to his stomach, down to his strong torso. Black ink against his tanned skin. There are so many things written in Russian. But one particular thing catches my eye, it’s on his left torso, big and clear, “ To forgive is to sin.” The words send shivers racing down my spine. Who on earth writes something like that on their body? Not just write, but brand it into their skin permanently.

I dropped into my chair and waved off my wolves as they tried to rise. “Good of you to show up,” said my Beta, Harley, with a snort. She was a tomboy, her black hair cropped short and her ears glinting with multiple silver piercings. It still seemed odd to see her with her natural hair colour – back before the Eternal Winter, before our trade with the other packs had dried up, she’d dyed her hair pastel pink. Tattoos inked her whole body, with the words love and hate across each set of knuckles respectively. She flexed the hand with hate on and smirked up at me.

As we approached, I took them in. The girl had stunning pink hair and several piercings in her ears and nose. She wore worn jeans and a faded band t-shirt, and her arms were covered in complex tattoos. Next to her, a lanky boy with sleeve tattoos swirled a cigarette between his fingers, his black eyes alert. The third was built like a linebacker, with a shaved head and a geometric tattooed near the base of his head. "This is Raven, Zeke, and Brick," Jade stated, nodding to each of them.

"Now you can put your hands wherever you want." I’m in a hurry to take him up on that offer, but my eyes snag on the black ink where there’s never been a tattoo before. Right cheek, exactly where my hand normally lands when I grab him. Capital letters, blocky and clean, with all the subtlety of a road sign, curving along the natural shape of his ass. PROPERTY OF DAX HOLT. Under the words there's a white wolf with amber eyes, head thrown back and howling. He put my wolf on his ass, and it's never coming off.

Hot stripes landed on my skin, marking me. Grim pulled out of my pussy and pushed into my ass instead, making me take the swap without mercy. The sudden change made me sob with pleasure. Jax replaced him in my cunt. Double stuffed again, even rougher now. “You’re going to wear our cum home,” Lila said sweetly, crouching beside me and stroking my hair while I got railed. “And tomorrow we start the real tattoos. Big letters right above this sloppy cunt — ‘Collective Property.’”