Ethan Klein Tattoo Novels & Stories

Alpha Ethan was a man in his late thirties, standing at about 5’7, and his appearance was unusual, yet impossible to ignore. Ethan was dressed in red leather pants that clung tightly to his legs, paired with a plain white T-shirt and a matching red leather jacket thrown over it. His ginger-colored hair was tied into a messy man bun at the back of his head, making him seem so odd and at the same time giving him a weird, careless but striking look. Also, a tattoo of a naked woman was on his neck, adding to the dangerous aura he carried.

The bass from the show vibrated through the pavement as I walked, a constant reminder that Kai was up there, fighting for my time. I reached the entrance. The bouncer took one look at the cloned VIP pass and waved me through. The interior was a haze of expensive cigars and filtered light. I spotted Ethan immediately, seated in a velvet booth surrounded by three men in sharp suits. They were laughing, drinking, and watching a live feed of the concert on a massive screen. Ethan’s tablet was sitting on the table, right next to his glass of bourbon.

Dressed in a black dress, which highlighted my nipples poking through the sheer material. My thong was basically stuck to my inner wet folds from anticipation. And as per his request I wore a gold ankle chain on my left foot. Ethan opened the heavy doors, and fuck! He was even cuter in person. His photos didn't do him enough justice. He was broad shouldered and really tall, face a lot boyish with glasses to big for his face. Ethan also looked like a himbo who would trip over his own dick.

Then he looked down at the kneeling man, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt. "You call that being good to her?" Ethan said coldly. "Hurting your true mate while she watched you create a child with another woman." He held up his right arm. In the moonlight, a line of ancient wolf runes ran from his shoulder to his wrist, like an unbreakable vow. "Do you know what this is?" Ethan demanded. Liam knew. It was the oldest mating vow of the wolves, a tattoo that, once marked, was bound to a wolf's life force.

"Wonderful choices." Within minutes, Adrian had bright orange tiger stripes painted across his face. He immediately growled at Ethan. "Rawr!" Ethan pretended to jump back. "Oh no." "I'm dangerous now." "I can see that." El turned around after her butterfly design was finished. Tiny blue and purple wings spread across her cheeks. She looked absolutely precious. I crouched beside her. "You look beautiful." She smiled shyly. "Really?" "Really." The artist then looked at Ethan. "And what about Dad?"

"Laker is so fucking hot, like you don't even understand Ethan. And he has this tattoo of some latin shit on his back that adds to his danger," "Didn't know a tattoo was dangerous..." Ethan muttered. "And hotter than Dillon? Doubt it," "Oh yeah?" Ostana challenged, her almond eyes widening. "Yeah, no way." "Fine, if you think. I bet you twenty bucks that he's hotter than Dillion by a long shot," "Oh really?" Ethan dug out his wallet, counting every bill and coin before looking back up. "I bet you $18.69 that Dillon is hotter," "Deal." They shook hands just as the lunch bell rang; our peers flooded the hallways, their chatter sounding even louder than it had in the lunchroom.

Zephyra said in surprise, not sure who she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t the alpha’s brother. “Zephyra,” Ethan said, not moving from where he’d shifted. Her eyes drifted to the dark tribal tattoo on his left shoulder and part of his chest. It took her a second to recognize that it was a wolf. The upper half of his left bicep was covered in an intricate tribal design ending just above his elbow. Zephyra’s eyes drifted back to his chest—and a little further—before they snapped back up to his face. “You’re naked,” she gasped and then inwardly cringed. Today wasn’t her best day for wit, obviously.

Meanwhile……. It was already night time and Ethan was lying down flat on a hard metal bench. Alongside the bench was another bed on which a middle aged bald man with several tattoos all over his body was lying down. The man was practically naked apart from black tiny shorts that he wore, revealing massive tattoos all over his body. There was very less ventilation in the room apart from bars on one side.

The staff smiled and gently placed Zea's arm on the table for the tattoo removal. Zea closed her eyes the moment she felt the tip of the device touch her skin. She bit her lips hard, struggling to hold back the tears. "I want that tattoo gone. Flawless and traceless," Ethan said coldly. At this point, Zea can't help but glare at him. You're so evil... "What? Are you cursing me right now?" Zea smirked. "No, but I'm about to." He naughtily grinned at her. "Someday, you'll gonna thank me for doing that."

Gran huffed. Ethan laughed and patted his stomach over the white t-shirt. "I will always pick Gran's food over these abs. So spoil me as much as you can beautiful lady!" Ethan said to Gran and both of them fist-bumped dismissing me. Duh! All right. "I didn't know you care so much about my abs. Be honest, do you want to see them?" Ethan winked. Of course, I wanted to see them but that doesn't mean I would admit it aloud.