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Just before the performer climaxed, he raised his hip a bit, lifting Mia up with his hand behind her back. He was planning on emptying everything so deep inside her, barely anything would be left slipping out. But the second he did, I noticed something on his lower thigh. A little family inscription. It was the Japanese symbol… “絆” A tattoo. A very familiar one at that. I knew this, because I had the same one. As if to confirm I wasn't seeing things, I looked down at myself, just beside my soaked pussy, and met the same tattoo on the underside of my thigh.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

’ And, nothing has ever felt so good than having people there for you. "Do you notice anything about his appearance?" Gia asks, interested. "Well," I try to rack my brain, conjuring up the memory of his face, his face was covered with a cloak, so it was harder, but then I remember, "A tattoo, he had a tattoo of a raven bird on his wrist." "Wow. That's sick." Gia rolls her eyes. “So, where were we?” Chiara smiles, taking a muffin from the plate. Clearly, she doesn't want to talk about the man, it's making us all uncomfortable so I don't blame her.

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

The part of me that could never be taken because it simply was. It had been sleeping, waiting, biding its time. And now, at the moment of my death, it woke. The tattoo on my back—the Ghost Wolf mark I'd been born with—ignited. Not with purple witch-fire. Not with the corrupted power Kelly craved. With silver moonlight that burned like the sun.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

I shimmied my underwear off; he’d ripped mine in the past and whilst the act of doing that was sexy as hell, lace pants are expensive. Ghost fell on top of me, his hips in between my legs, erection pressing against my very wet and ready core. His fingers traced the edges of the floral tattoo across my lower stomach and bikini line, before moving further down to the barbed rose garter I had around my thigh. “I like this one,” his voice was low, sexy. “Have you got any others?” I nodded, sweeping my hair out the way to show the roses across my collarbone and the bottom of my neck, before rolling over to show him the wings across my shoulders.

He has inked me onto his skin. I glance up briefly at Lachlan knowing he is probably the one who tattooed that on his friend. Lachlan seems nervous. My missing Chaos boy’s dark eyes widen noticing us. “You’re a ghost. I’m seeing things,” he says in a dismissive tone. He doesn’t want to believe I’m here and that I’m back for them. He licks his bottom lip and then stands walking over to Lachlan and me. “Lock. Tell me I’m not seeing a phantom of her.”

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.