CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
I ’m so fucking excited. Tonight is mine and Tink's date night, and I have the best surprise for her. I’m putting the finishing touches on this sick piece I’ve been working on for my buddy Trey when the bell above the door rings, and I look up to see an angel waltzing into my tattoo shop.
A five foot two, curvy little angel.
Her eyes light up when she spots me and gives me an adorable little wave. “Hey Tink. Give me five, okay? Do you need a water or anything?”
“Oh, no I’m okay,” she says sweetly, toying with the hem of the little black skirt I want to fucking rip off of her. She looks sexy as hell with her shapely legs on display and she’s paired it with combat boots, a band-shirt and a denim jacket. The high ponytail swinging from her head makes me want to wrap my fist around it and—
“Does she want to watch?” My buddy asks, glancing at her. He’s cool like that. He’s a beta, and has been married for a few years to his high school sweetheart. If he was anyone else, my alpha would probably be all growly and snapping at him to keep his eyes to himself, but since he’s both a beta and married, my alpha doesn't seem to see him as a threat.
“You wanna watch?” I direct the question at her before she sits on the plush leather chair in the waiting area. Her eyes light up and she nods, tentatively coming over to me. It’s just the three of us in the shop since it’s a little after closing, so there’s plenty of open seats for her to drag next to me.
She watches in fascination as I finish the shading on his arm, then wipe away the blood. Her eyes are wide as I wrap his arm in plastic wrap. “You know what to do man. Take it off in a few hours, then wash and get some aquaphor on that shit.”
“Thanks Ollie,” Trey pulls out a couple hundred dollars and puts it on my station. “Keep the change and take that omega out on a nice date.”
“Will do, man,” I grin as I walk him out the door, locking it up behind him and closing the shades in front of the windows. My steps bounce as I head back over to Tink and start to clean my machine. She just sits back in her chair with a dazed look on her face.
“He didn’t even act like that hurt,” she says, staring off into space before snapping her attention to me. “And you!”
I grin as I move to put the parts of my machine into the ultrasonic cleaner. “And me?”
“You!” She points excitedly. “That was…that was fucking art , Ollie! You’re a damn artist!”
I can’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. “I mean, it is in the title tattoo artist …”
She sighs and sits back in her chair. “I know, but it’s one thing to hear it, and another to see it…you’re really talented Ollie.”
And damn if I don’t blush a little. When’s the last time that happened?
“I’m glad you think so, otherwise this courting gift would be really awkward.”
She blinks up at me. “Courting gift?”
Grinning sheepishly, I finish cleaning the machine and pull out my tablet, sitting in the stool next to her. “I’ve been working on this since our pack date.”
I open the app I use to draw my designs and pass it to her, her eyes light up as she takes it in. “This is…this is beautiful, Ollie.” She’s careful not to touch the screen, her fingers hover over the design, clean lines making up an open book. There are embellishments rising from the book, surrounding the small dragon, sword, and bolt of magic escaping from the pages.
“This design is an amazing gift,” she says breathlessly, her eyes tracing the lines.
“It’s just half of it,” I tell her, waiting for her to meet my eyes before explaining. “The other half…well, I’d like to give you the option of me, as your artist. Now…if you want.”
She stares at me, her plush lips open slightly as her breathing picks up in what I hope is excitement as she gently places the tablet on the tattoo chair next to her. Shit, I hope I didin’t just fuck everything up and massively overstep.
“There’s no pressure,” I tell her quickly when she doesn’t answer for a second. “My feelings won’t be hurt if you don’t want to get it done right now, or ever. Hell, we can just print it off and put it on your wall if you want. Or you can set it on fire, it’s really not—”
She cuts me off by pressing her lips to mine, throwing one leg over mine so she’s straddling my lap. Her hands cup my face as my arms tighten around her waist, holding her close to me. My tongue swipes along her bottom lip, and she opens for me, moaning into my mouth.
Just as quickly, she pulls back, both of us breathing heavily as she rests her forehead on mine. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
“Well I wouldn’t say perfect,” I can’t seem to stop the babbling, “You can ask Simon, apparently I’m always leaving my dishes in the sink—”
She silences me again with another kiss, this one a quick press against my lips. “You are perfect, Ollie. This gift is perfect. I would be honored if you would tattoo me.”
I smile so hard my cheeks hurt. “I was thinking we could splashes of watercolor behind it, or I could do a full color, or a mix of the two. Where do you think you want it?”
She leans back, biting her lip in that sexy-ass way of hers. “I was thinking here,” she motions to the inside of her left forearm, “and I love the idea of an outline with watercolor splashed behind it.”
“Alrighty then, hot-ass client of mine.” I give her ear a little nip and she squeaks. “Make yourself comfortable on the chair and we’ll get started in just a few minutes.
***
Three hours later, I’m wiping away the last of the excess ink and getting her arm wrapped up. She took the pain like a champ, especially since she’s never had a tattoo done before. While I worked, she asked me about my family, and I told her all about how I’m the second oldest of seven siblings. How my parents have never been anything but supportive to me, my four omega sisters and two brothers, both betas. How my parents let me live with them while I did my apprenticeship rent free, and never asked for a cent back, even when I blew up on social media and started making enough to open my own shop. How they view the rest of their pack like their own children, Simon going to one of my dads who’s in a motorcycle club when he was looking for information on bikes, and how my mom makes a cake for Mattie and Archie every year on their anniversary.
Cady shakes her head. “I wish I had support like that from my family."
“You do now,” I say gently, putting a finger under her chin and turning her to face me. “We’ll be your family from now on, if you want us to be. Me, Sy, Mattie, Arch, and Titus.”
She snorts and shakes her head again. “Titus doesn’t want me.”
Ah shit. I was afraid he’d buried his head too far up his ass. When he pulled her into his lap on Sunday, I had thought we were in the clear. “Of course he wants you, Tink, what do you mean?"
“I don’t know,” she looks down, unsure of herself. Which I hate. “He just…he won’t talk to me. He has plenty of opinions on my safety and doesn’t hesitate to tell me when he thinks I’m being stupid, but like…just in the car earlier, it was like pulling teeth trying to get a conversation going.”
Fuck. Titus has definitely got his own damage, but it’s not my business to share. “He wants you baby, how could he not? He just…he’s seen some shit. It’s not really my place, but if you want to know…I know if you ask him, he’ll tell you.”
She sighs, turning to get off the seat now that her arm is properly wrapped. She presses a sweet kiss to my cheek. “Thank you Ollie, I can’t wait to see when it’s all healed. You ready for a late dinner?”
My Tink is still in her head, unsure of herself. So I do what any reasonable, self-respecting tattoo artist would do. I lead her to a nearby adjustable reclining tattoo bed all the way back so I’m staring at the ceiling.
“What are you doing?” She asks, walking around to the head of the seat, peering down at me.
“Getting ready for my late dinner,” I give her a feral grin and reach behind me, hooking my arms around her thighs and pulling her towards me.
You can’t possibly—”
“Oh, I fucking can, Tink. It’s my shop, my rules. The door is locked, the blinds are drawn, and I plan on eating my fill of orange creamsicle tonight. Sit on my face, baby.”
“You’ll suffocate—”
I cut her off by yanking her down, and she’s caught by surprise enough that her crotch lands right on my face. She lets out a little mewling sound when I dig my nose into the fabric of her panties, inhaling deeply. A groan rumbles in my chest at her scent, and I lick her sweet center through the material.
She lurches forward, her hands bracing on my thighs as I push her underwear to the side and run my tongue through her folds.
Fucking orange creamsicle.
“Fuck yeah. Ride my face, baby. Use me.”
She moans, and then she starts moving her hips. My fingers dig into her thighs as I pull her further down onto me, needing the taste of her slick more than I need to breathe.
Tink grinds down on to my tongue, moaning and keening as she finds her rhythm, and fuck am I here for it. There’s nothing hotter than my omega taking what she needs, freshly marked by me tattooing her.
My cock is straining hard against the fabric of my jeans, and when I feel her fumbling with my belt while still trying to keep her rhythm, my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
A muffled shout leaves me as she swallows me down to the knot immediately, my hips jerking involuntarily. The feel of her hot, wet, mouth on me has my tongue moving faster, more desperate to feed into her pleasure. She bobs up and down on my shaft, taking all of me before pulling back and sucking on my head.
Her sucking becomes more frantic as her hips stutter their movement, and she holds me in the back of her throat like a fucking pro while her thighs clench around my head, slick gushing out of her like a damn waterfall. When the final wave of her orgasm recedes, I gently lift her hips, making her mouth pop off of me. “Time to ride the other head, baby.”
She giggles and backs off my face. I move my jeans down to my knees while she removes her underwear, then scrunches up her skirt and straddles my waist.
When her hot, wet heat sinks down onto my aching cock, I swear I see nirvana and my teeth ache with the need to bite. “Fuck yes,” I hiss, my hands gripping her waist tight as she settles against my knot. “Ride me, baby girl. Take what you need.”
“I just need you,” she gasps, rocking her hips.
“You have me. Always.” I prop myself on my elbows to take her mouth in a dirty kiss, and she moans against me. Then we’re off. She rides me like a damn rodeo, her delicious tits bouncing under her black band t-shirt.
“Oh, shit Ollie!” She nearly screams my name as her head falls back in ecstasy, and I lay back again, guiding her hips up and down as our mingled scents fill the air. I’ll have to pay the cleaning crew for an extra deep clean tonight.
The moment her pussy starts fluttering around my throbbing cock and more slick gushes around us, I have the primal urge to shove my knot inside, but I don’t want to be stuck in this tattoo chair all night.
“Oh, fuuuck…” I hiss as I empty myself inside of her, my cock throbbing in response to her pulsating heat.
She collapses on top of me, breathing hard. “Oh, Ollie,” she pants, pressing lazy kisses into my sweaty neck as I wrap my arms around her. “I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you.”
As we lay there, catching our breath, I press a kiss to her hair and realize I’m not falling in love with Cady Jackman. I’m already fucking there.