Tatuajes Madre E Hija Originales Novels & Stories

Keely hip-checked Indy and whispered, “So now that Domini is officially a McKay, let’s figure out where you’re gonna tattoo her.” “What? I have to get a tattoo?” “Ssh. India has tattooed all the women who’ve married into the McKay family with the McKay cattle brand. It’s something we started with AJ.” Keely grinned. “Since we didn’t throw a bachelorette party before AJ’s wedding, we had a private tattoo party afterward at Indy’s new studio. Channing and Macie’s brands are ‘tramp stamps’ on their lower backs. Mine is on my hip. Indy did hers on the inside of her left thigh last year. Skylar’s is on her shoulder.

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."

I'd face her wrath of being marked unwillingly as long as it worked. I didn't miss the irony of my situation. It seemed like my family had a tradition. My father had marked my mother without her consent because he didn't want another mate to reject him. Quade had marked Sydney because he had to save her, not because either of them wanted him to mark her. And me, I had marked Tania to restore whatever bits of sanity I could before she lost herself completely—again, not because she wanted me to.

I pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and right away, my parents’ eyes went wide. Dad took hold of my arm and turned it so my inner bicep faced him. There, bold and black, was a tattoo of a skilled warrior staring right back at him. His eyes widened, and Mom gasped, covering her mouth. Both of them looked at my symbol, then back at me, curiosity sparkling in their expressions.

What really shocked me was there was some kind of tattoo formed just above my left breast, near my collar bone. I am usually pale all the time but this… this is the first time I could see my veins of my chest. It was some kind of tattoo; the veins were swirled in the beautiful manner forming a crescent moon. It looked beautiful at the first sight. But I have never seen this kind of tattoo on my mother or any other she-wolf. Maybe it was because I don’t bear his mark. I drank his blood, tying myself with him, maybe this was because of his blood. He was not some normal wolf on the first place. He was a legend. My mate was a legend, I shake my head; I am not regretting anything.

"I didn't lie to you!" "You didn't tell me the truth either." His hand cupped my face, and I wanted to lean into it, but his thumb stroking my cheekbone felt distant in a cold way now. "The moment I bit you, the moment you bit me back—yes, you did, check my shoulder—we became mated. In my world, that's permanent." I touched his shoulder and found my mark. Smaller than his, but definitely there. Proof that I'd claimed him back in whatever drunken haze last night had been.

There, peeking out from beneath the shells, was a tattoo — a bold, stylized letter V, etched in delicate black ink, the lines curving like a serpent's tail. “What?” My heart skipped a beat. I'd never noticed it before. I muttered aloud, my voice echoing softly in the empty attic. Zooming in with my phone's camera, I confirmed it: the V was real, stark against her pale skin. My gaze shifted to Dad. He was leaning towards my Mom, his head turned slightly away in the photo, his hand ruffling Aofie's hair, but there — behind his ear, partially hidden by his collar — was another tattoo. Identical.

Then they tie their blouses beneath their firm breasts to show off their midriffs. And lower back. They have naughty tramp stamps tattooed on them. One twin has "Bareback Only" in cursive script. The other has, "Deposits Wanted" The two sluts are tarted out and ready to prowl the mall for the biggest dicks they can find. And none have bigger dicks than my daddy and big brother. When Daddy spots those sluts, he knows it's time to teach Carter how to fuck barely legal poon. It's a father's duty to make sure his son knows how to pound the skanks and give them the dicks they crave so much.

My second favourite is his sleeve tattoo, it is a tribute to his sisters. I love how all his tattoos have meaning, unlike mine. I have two tattoos, the first one I ever got was a matching tattoo with Talitha. We found her Dad's gun and decided to explore with it, we had seen him work a few times so we gave it a go. I was the first to tattoo half a heart on her wrist with "spice" engraved in tiny cursive writing.

I asked as my breath hitched at the sound of the tattoo gun turning on. “Try not to move too much, okay?” He said as I nodded before hissing as the needle touched my skin, “My first tattoo was a mist of my mother, the mist was from the hot air of a wolf howling, I got it on my right arm,” he said as I bit my lip at the imaginable sight, “That a lot for your first tattoo?” I repeated his saying as he chuckle, “I was going through a lot at that time and I wanted to honor my mother,” he said as I hissed, “I’m sorry,” he apologized as I sighed, “It’s alright,” I said before closing my eyes, feeling as he caressed my butt.