Jenna Ortega Tattoo Novels & Stories

Turn a straight man gay kinda hot. Dark hair almost black in-fact and piercing ice blue eyes stare out from the portrait. A perfectly sculpted face and body. I look down at the plaque which reads “Alpha Matt Ortega Of The Moon Lake Pack” I hiss out a breath. “Well fuck” I mumble stepping back. But I’m blocked from moving any further. I turn around to work out what’s blocking my path when my nose meets the surface of a rock hard chest. I glance up to see the portrait is looking right down at me looking annoyed. Only it’s not the portrait it’s the real deal.

I pulled out my phone and showed her. “What is that?” “I got stung by a jellyfish. I want the sting as a tattoo. It wraps all the way around my leg from thigh to calf, but skinny lines.” “I see that. Super cute. Email these to me and I’ll do what I can.” She pushed her card over to me. Emailing them, she printed it out, and I took a seat. Pulling out my phone, I sent a picture through a text message. It was of my smiling. Capturing it, tattoo time. I hit send and sent it to Ethan.

She was used to it that it was always her attention that people sought after when it comes to events such as these. "You okay?"Jin asked beside her. Raeya just nodded. She searched the surroundings and her eyes rested on a lady resting in front of a nearby stall. A girl of about eight was offering her a plate of sweets. The lady was dressed in a pure black satin dress which highlighted her white skin. Her hair was tied in a ponytail but it was also braided tightly. Her dress reached past her toes but it almost exposed all of her upper part, showing the tattoo of the Rigiddin's vulture in black ink--a Rokohorta dancer.

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.

"Thank you for visiting. I hope we can serve you again." The last sound was Jose's as he ushered a client out of Racher Art, a client who had successfully spent Jose's three-hour period inking a tummy tattoo to cover up post–surgery stretch marks. Three hours, sitting for so long that the man's loins rattle as he twists left and right. "Tiring, really tiring." No matter how much he grumbles, Jose is devoted to his job.

I made to peep at him but I look away immediately seeing that he was staring back at me, "From today henceforth I ALPHA ORTEGA claim her as my property, mine to do as I please, as I want and however it pleases me, and from today you Alpha Lucid no longer have rights over her, henceforth she belongs to me HYBRID ALPHA ORTEGA, and no one except me own her mind, body and soul" I looked up immediately as our eyes stared into each other's thunder stroke followed by heavy lightning, marking the end of the full moon.

Then he supplied the unnecessary introduction, which he failed to do earlier when she first showed up. "You've met... Tessa Nile. She's a... guest from the Forest Moon!" It looked like he wouldn't introduce me. The girl's eager wait made him add, "This is her twin, Rave, I mean Sophia!" "Are they both visiting from Los Angeles? That's interesting." Jett ignored her question. He looked so uncomfortable and was avoiding my gaze as she extended her hand to me. Her smile seemed so innocent and oblivious. Or was I mistaken? It was impossible. She was my attacker! I let her hang for a moment before taking her hand. Holding it firmly, I tilted it to get a better look at the tattoo and decided that

I kept my gaze on Anna, admiring her like she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and she was. I stared at her body and back to her eyes to say, "You're so beautiful, Anna," and started kissing her down her neck once again, only this time she didn't stay idle and helped me out of my shirt, her eyes immediately locked onto the tattoo on my right arm. The tattoo was of an eagle with open wings and designs crossing over its beautiful feathers. She seemed always to be intrigued by that tattoo for some reason.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

It doesn’t look fit for me. I held my head, why the fuck do I have a problem with everything here? Including my wife. Especially that woman. But I got her name tattooed. That should tell me how much she meant to me, right? I slowly lifted up my shirt and stared at the ink. “ALORA” “yo pertenezco a alora” (I belong to Alora) I belong to Alora? I belong to that woman? That thought greatly irked me. But the more I stared at the tattoos, the more I felt a mix of emotions.