Romans & histoires Mother Daughter Dandelion Tattoo

I loved knowing that she got pleasure from being on top of me, from being in charge and setting the pace. “That’s better.” She leaned over me, her knees on either side of my chest as she put her hands on either side of my head. “I’m not dying anymore, Grizzly.” “Nope.” I licked her collarbone, reading the cursive word there for the first time. Obviously, my focus had been on other parts of her during my mate hunt. “Wolfsbane?” I glanced up at her, curious. “It’s a family thing. My mom started it, but it’s a long story. Maybe she’ll tell you sometime. My dad’s got the same tattoo, and when I got one, I made it into a trend of sorts. Liv has it too, now.” She explained.

As she walked up to us, she pulled her long dark hair that was dyed Pink at the ends over one shoulder, exposing a tattoo in the crook of her neck next to her collarbone. “Whoa, Danika, you got a new tattoo! That looks cool!” I exclaimed, grabbing her by the shoulders to look closer as she sat next to us in the circle. It was a small tribal piece that almost looked like a shield. It was black but had a shine to it when the light hit it.

She grew thick in her thighs and her ass wasn’t left out. She ran her fingers down her hair which she dyed wine when Leo was two years old. The new color made her feel more confident. More capable to make her own choices. Her eyes trailed down the mirror from her face to her left boobs and settled on a tattoo of two butterflies right underneath her boobs. One butterfly for each of her sons. She played with the locket of the diamond chain she wore on her neck. It was Kaleb’s birthday gift to her a few years back. She blushed and smiled as she remembered Kaleb and how thoughtful the gift was.

She lifted her hair to proudly show the mark I had made on her. Evangeline: Xander was meant to mark me first, and the proof that the right choice was made has blossomed before your very eyes. I am a daughter of the Moon, born of man and the gift of the goddess; such is my destiny, and I know that Xander will never force me to deny who I am. Unable to resist any longer, I approached her and gently kissed my mark on her. She shivered with pleasure, and I smiled tenderly. Then, I sighed softly. I would have to call my family to tell them that I had found my mate. I would have liked to postpone this moment a little longer, but I knew I couldn't now.

he mouthed. The tattoo on my throat warmed like a small sun. I sang, not loud, not long, just enough to wake the names the house knew. Harper, Jacob, Hazel, Joel and Lily. Home, sun and pancakes. Sable’s page curled a second, then flattened like a cat turning its face from your hand. Behind her smile, hunger prowled. Boots and breath. The old scent that sat like dust in my throat. Joel stepped into the light at my left and didn’t look away from our parents. The moon painted his new tattoo like it had been waiting to meet it.

’ Drel says in my mind and I feel her laughter throughout my body. When I look at her, I notice a glowing crescent moon on her brow and her eyes sparkle like sapphires. “Look at your wrist,” her voice magnifies and echoes in the surrounding space. I look down, turning my wrist and what looks like a Celtic dragon tattoo and leafy vine encircle my arm. The vine has the same quality as Raff’s tattoos and I suspect it comes alive under octarine light. She smiles and says, “It looks like my spell couldn’t decide what was stronger so it blended a fae mark with the witch one.”

She pulled out her drawing from school and handed it to Mommy. It was three people standing under a giant pink tree. “That’s you,” she said, pointing to the tall figure. “And me. And Jack.” Mommy blinked a few times. Her eyes looked wet, but she smiled real big. Jack leaned over and pointed. “What’s that in your hand?” “A flower. A dandyflower.” “Dandelion,” Mommy corrected softly, brushing Lila’s curls away from her eyes. Lila shrugged. “Same thing.” Then she looked up, suddenly serious. “Mommy?”

"Get some guards and get her thrown into the dungeon.'' She instructed. "Yes, my lady," the man replied. "Now, everyone, dismiss." She commanded and walked away from the hall. Chris watched her going and thought about how Darell would feel if he arrived and heard about the matter later. Chris took his phone out and dialed his friend's number. ****** Darell smiled at the flying wolf tattoo reflecting on him in the mirror. He remembered how his mother had huffed and puffed when he had gotten the tattoo because she couldn't understand why he had chosen a wolf with wings tattoo.

“Private how?” “Umm above my panty line, but like really low,” I gulp, “I was going to get it at Dandelion across the street, but then Mom said—” Uncle Jax pauses, his eyes darkening as he stares at me. “What’s the tattoo, Heaven?”

"The butterfly is Mommy, and the crown is you, our little princess. And the words below say, 'My life,' because you and Mommy are my life." “Wow, Daddy. It’s so amazing. I love this tattoo a lot.” She begins bouncing on the bed, clapping her hands. “Yippee… my daddy is the best. He got a tattoo of me and Mommy.” Luke and I chuckle at her. She is our little bundle of joy. “Daddy, Hopi loves you so much.” She sits on Luke’s lap, and after cupping his face, she pecks on his lips. “I love you more, princess.” He presses his lips on her forehead.