Reader Tattoo Novels & Stories

Always naked now. They found her in the hallway, still sleepy-eyed. Reid stepped forward first, temporary tattoo pen in hand—black ink, fine tip. He knelt, pressed her back against the wall, and lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder. The pen moved in elegant, looping script just above her mound: Ours. The letters were small, precise, curling like calligraphy. When he finished he blew softly across the ink to set it, then pressed a kiss to the center of the word.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

Lug Nut Watching Ailee get marked was a dream come true. Just one more step to making her all mine. The last thing is getting my ring on her finger. And that isn’t very far off. Six months isn’t long compared to the lifetime we are going to spend together. I’m not paying attention to Mick. The guy working on my tattoo. He has done some of my work before so I’m not worried. My eyes are glued to Tank and Ailee. Not that I don’t trust him. I trust the man with my life and my girl. I just like seeing Ailee’s tattoo come to life. Merigold has customized all the tattoos for the ol’e ladies but this one Ailee put in her thoughts as well. Most ol’e ladies have the tattoo on their back or chest. Not

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

I say, hugging them and then doing a spin. “Oh, the new tats!” Raihana says, I smirk “Oh yeah, I have another one, wait.” I say, lifting my dress and I move my underwear to the side to show her the tattoo I got on my ass. Mama gasps as Delsanra giggles. “Oh, that’s naughty,” Delsanra says. “Sky…” Mama says, but she’s smiling. “That is so Sky…” Raihana says. “Not everyone will get a tattoo like that. Property of Royce, I like it.”

His fingernails were painted black, and his face closely shaved. Rhett had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, exposing the tattoo of the Triquetra on the point of his cheekbone beneath his left eye, something he had added to each of them that morning and planned to add to Aislen when they brought her back. The small tattoo had been far less painful than the one on Heath’s back of the river house, though Cameron had a different opinion. For someone who liked sex with a side of pain, he’d complained throughout the tiny tattoo.

I smile inwardly, remembering he said that red was his favorite color. He nods, selecting the red ink and uncapping the little vial. Then he sits on the edge of the bed, plugging in the tattoo gun and switching it on. “Let me show you, first.” I scooch closer, watching as he dips the needle into the red ink. He brings it over his thigh where he’s already got a tattoo of a red skull. “Put your hand over mine,” Callum murmurs, and I do as he instructs, holding my breath as he guides the gun down onto his skin. “Feel the amount of pressure? You’ve got to dig in a little to get beneath the skin.”

Holding it there for ten seconds before peeling it back slowly. I smile as the letters in Latin sit perfectly on his skin. “That’s permanent, Still time to panic if you’re having second thoughts” I say to him giving him an out. “I won’t.”He grunts and Our eyes lock again and he watches me in silence. I smile as I turn to wheel my machine over. Today I’m using a rotary pen machine, it’s Smooth, consistent with Less vibration than a coil. I load the 5RL cartridge round liner, with its tight grouping since it’s perfect for script tattoos like this.

“Never going to happen.” Just as I’m about to turn away, Raquel grabs me by the upper arm. My shirt’s sleeve rides up an inch, exposing the bottom portion of my old tattoo. She frowns, a flicker of recognition flashing across her eyes. She doesn’t let me escape, moving so swiftly that I have no time to react. She pushes my sleeve up to expose the entire composition: a raven with red feathers and an arrow in its black beak. Her mouth falls open. “You’re a Red Raven.”