Im Your Huckleberry Tattoo Novels & Stories

Lucien looked down at me as he squeezed my hand, “Jax and I are going to go to WalMart do you want to come with us?” I nodded, “Yeah, just give me a minute to get ready.” Pulling my boots back on I walked to the bathroom to brush my hair. Arching my neck to the side I saw the bite marks on my neck had disappeared and now I had a tribal tattoo running down my left shoulder. I ran my fingers over it a little amazed by it.

He smiled. It was all hit and duck, play and game until he got enthused and pulled off his shirt, casting it at the roaring audience. I stilled, my vision reddening. The dark red tattoo of an arrow piercing an animal skull on his shoulder mugged all my attention. It was a tattoo I could never pass into oblivion. A tattoo that only hunters wore. Defiance was the only word blazing through my mind. Red and hot. I had him by the throat up against a post. "Why do you have the hunter's tattoo?"

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.

I said as he took the bowl before wolfing it down. “Woah there tiger,” I giggled as he set the bowl aside, “Where do you want this tattoo?” He asked as I bite my lip, “On my back,” I replied as he raised his eyebrows, “Okay, and what have you decided on getting?” He asked, causing a smile to appear on my lips, “I was thinking of getting a blossom branch with the word rebirth in Chinese on my side,” I explained causing his eyebrows to raise once again.

The kind that reminded my skin someone who loves me was within arm’s length. Lily pointed at me, solemn. “Momma? Do I get a tattoo?” “Not for a long time, little comet,” I told her, brushing jam from her cheek. “You get blue rocks and stickers and to draw hats on all the moons.” She considered this, nodded. “Okay.” She pondered for a second. “Can I put a sticker on Uncle Storm?” “Please don’t,” River said, resigned. “I’ll never get the glue out of my dignity.”

A poorly drawn duck with a cowboy hat on holding a gun was tattooed on his right ass cheek. “You like it?” Tex asked with a smirk. “Hardly.” He laughed. “I can tell by your face.” Tex shrugged. “I was fifteen, and my friend was an aspiring tattoo artist. You know how it is. Reckless teens.” “Not at all.” I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me. “Hands and knees.” Tex’s mouth fell open, and I waited him out. He shook his head, seemingly making up his mind as he sauntered over. Tex lowered himself in front of me, his gaze unwavering as he got on his hands and knees.

In fact I worked that cock to two orgasms before we arrived at our first destination, the Holly Wood’s piercing, and tattoo parlor for the stars. Holly looked like a cross between a biker chic, and a porno star with her hourglass figure, and incongruous stick on tattoos. Her platinum blond mane in a pony tail in back that went down past her rump was a veritable shimmering fountain of follicles, and gave her an Amazonian look as she greeted us in spiked high heels, wearing a short denim skirt, and a matching denim vest that chained together in front to contain her cantaloupe sized breasts for a delightful public view. I saw later that the only other thing that she had on was a yellow thong bi

"So, what did you do for Christmas?" Bear held out his arm and showed off the fresh ink running down his forearm, a new section of his intricate tribal tattoo. In the center was a hockey stick and puck, seamlessly incorporated into the design. Adrien laughed. "That's the shit, man. Awesome. And just think, you didn't even want to be on the team." I glanced over at Bear. "Didn't even want to be on the team? That's crazy. You're like… outstanding."

Hilda The needle buzzed against my skin. Each prick sent tiny bursts of pain through my hand, but I'd felt worse. So much worse. "Kind of intense for someone your age," the tattoo artist said, wiping away excess ink. I kept my left arm extended on the padded rest. "That's where I want it." "Most people hide the meaningful ones." "I need to see it every time I reach for something," I replied, watching as the letters took shape across my knuckles. "A reminder of what I am."