Honey Moon Tattoo Novels & Stories

Tears were streaming down her face as she smiled and said those magical words, “I, Nicole Pamela Gaffney, accept you, Franklin Knight Conway as my mate and future Alpha of the Cold Moon Pack.” I had planned for this to go a lot differently, but I figured I would wing this part because her gift was weighing heavy in my pocket. I dropped to one knee and said, “Little Bee, you had me from the moment you punched your best friend at training. I think some part of me already knew that you were the one I had been waiting for. You have already accepted our mate bond and before tonight is over, you will bear my mark and I yours. But I wanted to present you with one last token of my love for you, a pr

At the Moon Goddess' altar, he drapes the Luna shawl over my shoulders. He marks me with his scent so the entire pack knows I belong to him. Every full moon, he deepens the mark on my neck, whispering that I am his forever. I believe his love is unbreakable until our sixth anniversary. A box waits at our front door. Inside lies a pair of lace panties and a photograph. In the photo, Troy is pressed over his foster sister, Rue Youngblood, the wolf tattoo on his body glowing faintly. His hand grips her waist, his eyes burning with the same heat I've dreamed of a million times.

" I say not sure if I wanted the answer. "No, it was only made a few hours ago, just before we left." I glower at him, not sure how to feel. Did that mean everything Christian had ever said and done was because he was my friend? I wasn't sure. "What was the prize?" I probe trying not to blush from his closeness. "If one of us kissed you it was $100, but if you kissed one of us first then it's $100 and...." He pauses and thinks for a minute. "Well, I'll show you on Saturday."

Lune was his mate, his Luna, and nothing they said would change that. But more importantly, he would tell Lune everything. She needed to know what the marking entailed, how it would forever bind them together. It wasn’t just about protection, though that was part of it. The marking was sacred, an ancient ritual that signified the ultimate trust and connection between mates. It involved more than just biting her—it would link their souls, making their bond unbreakable. As much as he wanted to rush into it, he knew he needed to talk to her first, explain what it meant, and make sure she was ready. Lune had been through a lot already, and the last thing he wanted was to pressure her into someth

She could never have imagined that the brushes in front of her had been intended for guests. When the fog faded from the mirror, she opened her eyes and swore at her reflection. She could see the red and purple marks of the hickeys he had given her on her chest and neck. Then she put a trembling hand at the base of her neck. A kind of black tattoo had taken shape there. Three parts stood out. At the top stands the head of a black wolf baring its fangs. Then, behind the head of the animal, a crescent moon was drawn. And finally, just under the wolf's mouth, two elegantly intertwined letters: M.B.

Malachi stands with me still straddling him as I run my hand through his brown hair. I let him put me down and stare at his body, taking my attention to the tattoo in the middle of his stomach that shows his birth year. I lead him to the bed, and he lays back, propping himself up with his elbows to keep his gaze on me. I spread his legs so I can fit my body between them and kneel, while my finger traces the tattoo that says 1994 on his torso. He shivers at my touch and he's already hard as a rock. I trail soft kisses along that same tattoo, thanking the Moon Goddess for creating such an exceptional creature. I unbuckle his pants and start to pull them down slowly while his heated gaze

"Do you want me to beatbox instead?" So I did. I also did a little rap for her until she was finished. I bet even the tattoo artist was entertained. He better not mess up Cassie’s tattoo or I’ll give him a beating. "Like it?" I asked when she was looking at the tattoo etched in her skin after. "The phases of the moon, huh?" she asked. She looked pleased about it. It looked pretty much like a necklace. Plus it would be completely hidden especially that she mostly wears t-shirts.

What would our honeymoon be worth? Time would reveal the answer. Even with all the scars, I still believe in pure, unadulterated love.

We were cuddled in bed, and Jack suggested starting to watch a very popular Anime series on N*****x. We stayed embraced the whole night until nature called, and I had to pee. I’m now looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, my hand rests on his mark, my eyes linger along the beautiful pattern that adorns my skin, which is a new moon with a star that symbolizes a new beginning for us. We are one final step away from claiming each other completely.

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.