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Chapter Six

Chester

Poor na?ve Jolie—I warned her I’m fucked in the head.

You don’t spend years longing for someone that you can’t touch without finding other ways to channel that emotion. Tattooing was a good way for me to do that. I could always draw well, and when Kai came back to Olympia one day with a tattoo machine, we spent hours practising. However, I knew what I felt was different when Creed let me do his first tattoo. The intimacy of it all made me feel things I shouldn’t have felt for Creed at that moment. He is turned on by pain, and his erection caught my eye during that first sitting. We were teenagers at the time, and I needed to fuck, the impulse hitting me so hard out of nowhere that I couldn’t explain it. Over the years, I’ve only ever tattooed Creed. He gets it, shit happens, and to us it isn’t a big deal.

Jolie struts into the room in a damn sports bra and a loose pair of sweats. Her dark-chocolate hair is piled high on her head in a messy bun. I instantly get hard seeing how high her tits are pushed up, the sports bra looking like it’s about to bust at the seams. I won’t lie—from the moment she returned, all I’ve wanted to do is bend her over and fuck her senseless. Which I refuse to do unless she fully understands that once she gives in to me, I won’t be able to control the beast.

Loving someone shouldn’t consume you; it’s toxic if it does. I’m smart enough to know that. I also know that I’m powerless to stop if that’s what she wants. We have so many secrets between us, and I want to tell her everything, but Brennan insists she isn’t ready. She doesn’t trust us, and honestly, she has a good reason not to. But if she doesn’t trust us, she’s going to try to use us, and that won’t be healthy for me or her. Once I lay claim to her, she will have to kill me to stop me from being near her; she could run, but I would hunt her down and bring her back, even against her will.

“Where do you want me?” she asks. I smirk at her. If she knew what was going on in my head, she wouldn’t want to know the answer to that. She rolls her eyes, and her hands go to her hips. “You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” I retort, waggling my eyebrows.

She huffs and mutters curses under her breath.

“Lay down on the table.”

I’ve spent the last ten minutes cleaning and disinfecting the surface. Not that anyone has ever been tattooed in here. Creed helped me set up the room over the last few days, but it’s nothing overly fancy. The walls are painted a light grey, with lights bright enough to be able to see the finest of details—always important when it comes to tattooing. A rolling toolbox is against the furthest wall from the door, and it contains all the inks, needles, and tattooing equipment. Situated in the centre of the room is the table that I have directed her towards. It’s a multipurpose table that converts to a chair, depending on where we will be laying the ink. There is also a rolling stool to make moving around easier, which is where my ass is currently planted, hoping she doesn’t notice the raging hard-on I’m sporting.

Really, this room was set up for Kai, since he actively tattoos students of Olympia. The guy has a damn waiting list booked months in advance.

She gets herself up onto the table and lays back. I try not to stare at her like a fucking weirdo, but the way her body moves draws my eyes to her skin.

“I drew a picture—it’s similar to the ones on the guys.” Snapping myself out of being creepy, I pick up the image and hand it to her.

A smile pulls at her lips as her eyes go glassy, and I hate that we have made her feel this way. Everything we’ve ever done has been for her, and I wish it hadn’t turned out like this. We finally get our damn Angel back and she’s more perfect than ever. She may think she is damaged, but all that means is she’s broken enough that she can really see us for who we are. There’s no longer a need for us to hide that part from her.

“It’s perfect. You’re so talented.”

“Don’t start with the compliments; my cock is already hard enough as it is.”

She turns, looking down at my crotch. I’d finally gotten it to go down somewhat, but my semi goes into raging bull mode with her eyes on him. Like he knows the girl who was created for him is in the room.

I take the image back and get the stencil ready. Once we have it in place and everything is set up, I try to even my breathing. I can already feel the excitement coursing through my veins at a rapid speed. My nipples go hard and the friction of them rubbing against my shirt isn’t helping my cause.

“How come you and Creed fuck when you tattoo him?”

Okay, she isn’t holding back with the questions. “Can you feel that rush of adrenaline shooting through your veins right now?”

“Yes.”

“I feel what you feel. I see auras and feel the emotions attached to someone. Creed was the first person I tattooed, and that might have been my first mistake since he liked the pain. The intense pleasure he was feeling was like a drug. As for fucking him, we just act on how we’re feeling. Maybe you can watch and see for yourself.”

Her eyes go wide, and she bites her lip. I can tell she’s picturing us together and fuck if that doesn’t do wicked things to me.

“What if someone is scared or just has no reaction?”

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t tattoo anyone else. It became too intimate of a process for me, and I haven’t wanted to do it to anyone else.”

“Yet you agreed to tattoo me, even though I don’t plan on screwing you.”

“I did, Little Angel, but let’s hold back the ‘not fucking me’ part. We haven’t even started yet.”

She snorts at my comment.

“Laugh all you like,” I murmur, running my finger along her collarbone. “I know pain turns you on or you wouldn’t have gone near Laughn. You wait until you feel the first little pop when the needle pierces the skin, as small droplets of blood are drawn to sit on the surface. The constant burn as I continue over already inked areas, and when you relax, the surge of endorphins that’ll flow through your veins. I’ll see it—your body won’t be able to lie to me.”

“How do auras work?” she asks, as I snap on a pair of black rubber gloves and start the machine. The buzzing reverberates through the room, and I feel the change in her almost immediately—anticipation. I take a deep, centring breath to try to hold myself together.

“Everyone has one predominate colour that then changes to reflect their mood. I tend to see it as many layers, but they always go back to that one colour once their mood has levelled off.”

“What colour am I?”

“Red.”

“What does that mean?”

“Red is someone with strength and passion, usually a fiery personality. That’s just what I have associated it with. I need to do some lessons, but since it’s such a useless fucking ability compared to the others, I never bothered.”

“No, it’s amazing. If you can see how someone is feeling, it could save your life in dangerous situations. Why would you want to not be able to feel temperatures? It would suck not knowing if you were hot or cold, and what good is it, really? Or a photographic memory—I wouldn’t want to have my head overwhelmed with that much information all the time.”

“I have never thought about it like that. Their abilities always just seemed more useful.”

“Well, maybe if you started to actually learn about your ability, you’d know how to make it useful.”

She closes her eyes and bites her lip as the needle runs across her bone. It’s only a small tattoo and won’t take me long to finish. A sinful moan slips from her lips, the sound shooting straight to my groin. I lift the machine from her skin, and she opens her eyes. I lick my lips, wanting so much more, but hold myself back. Jolie needs to be the one to make the first move.

The outline is completely done, and we just have to do the shading. I lean my elbow across her body where her heart beats frantically in her chest. She’s waiting for the beast to unleash. Creed told her what I’m like, but they both underestimate my willpower.

Trying to focus on the tattoo, I sense her breathing, the heat radiating off her skin, the surrounding glow indicating she likes the pain, and the way she keeps squeezing her thighs together. Honestly, I feel like I deserve a damn medal for my restraint. As soon as the machine is off and placed on the side table, Jolie is off the table and straddling me.

“I’m somewhat disappointed,” she murmurs, grinding herself against my rock-hard cock.

“And why is that?” I’m holding back with everything I have left.

“Creed talked a big game and I’m almost offended that nothing happened.”

“Creed’s tattoos took a lot longer to complete—it’s all in the timing.”

“But what if I do this?” she whispers against my neck.

I lean my head back and almost get lost in her before I pull away. “I warned you, Little Angel, you need to be prepared. Once I’m inside you for the first time, there’s no going back. I will consume every single part of you. I will burn the world to the ground to find you if you ever leave, and innocent people will get hurt along the way. I feel so damn much and have no control over it.”

“What if I said that I want to be consumed?”

“Then I would know you’re lying.”

Despite not be able to fuck her, I can relieve the tension she’s feeling. Standing abruptly while she clings to me, I turn and lay her down again on the table, and in one swift movement, I remove her pants and underwear.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She obeys and widens them. I take in the perfection in front of me, committing it to memory. Her mound is completely bare, and her slick folds glisten in the overhead light like a beacon calling me home. My head descends between her legs, but I keep my eyes firmly on hers, wanting to see every reaction I elicit from her. Taking my time, I slowly lick from her core to her clit—movements designed to tease her and make her want more.

Her fingers fist in my hair as she grinds against my mouth, and I smirk, following her lead. While she has her way with my face, I slip two fingers into her wet pussy.

“Fuck, Chester, faster . . . Oh god don’t stop.”

My tongue works her faster and faster, focusing on her clit as her orgasm builds; her moans almost make me cum in my pants like an inexperienced teenager.

“Fuck me, please,” she cries out. I want to, just once won’t hurt.

“Cum on my face, Little A. Grind so fucking hard that I can’t breathe, bruise my lips enough to make this worth it. I want Creed to be able to taste you on my lips when I go fuck him after.” My demands are whispered into her pussy as I catch my breath. She does as I ask, her juices coating my face by the time she comes undone.

The door flies open, slamming against the wall with a loud thud. I flip around and stand in front of Jolie protectively as she shrieks. Trace is standing in the doorway, his face bright red and his chest heaving in anger.

“Get out!” I snarl between clenched teeth, and he shakes his head wildly. Taking a few steps to the door, I shove him back through it. His body hits the wall, a groan passing from his lips as I slam the door closed so Jolie can get dressed.

“Fuck you!” he snaps, coming at me, but I’m ready for him. He’s being reckless, letting his emotions get the better of him.

He throws a punch aimed at my face, but I block him and manage to get him pinned face first against the wall. I press all my weight into him as he fights wildly to get loose, but he is no match for me.

“She isn’t yours,” he snaps.

“Nor is she yours, so pull yourself together. She can do whatever she likes.”

“She needs to know what your kind of love will do to her, Chester. Could you handle sharing her? You know that’s what our brothers were going to do. She isn’t interested in being monogamous.”

“That’s a big if , and if it comes down to that, then I would.”

“And what happens if Colt decides to get extra friendly with her and slaps her ass?”

A red haze takes over, and fire burns in my veins as I picture his filthy hands on her. “I would tear his fingernails off with a pair of fucking pliers.”

“You will do no such thing,” Jolie snaps. I let go of Trace and turn to face her. “Colt is my friend, and if you hurt him, I won’t stop until you’re six feet under. Do you hear me?”

“That’s the problem—I don’t care. I would die for you and you’re not understanding how far I would go when I’m triggered.”

“You would hurt me?”

“Physically, no.”

“Well, that won’t be a problem. I don’t plan to be with any of you anyway,” she says with a pep in her damn step, like I don’t still have her damn pussy juices drying on my face. “I have a party to get ready for, and I’ll need supplies.”

She turns back to look at me and winks. Trace just snorts. “Maybe I don’t have anything to worry about after all. She just played your ass.”

Creed walks into the hallway and looks between us and raises a brow.

“Get in the fucking room now!” I boom at him.

He nods, a knowing glint in his eye, and walks past me with a smirk.

Trace just rolls his eyes. “I’ll get her supplies while you deal with that.” He looks at my crotch.

I swear Jolie is going to be the death of me, but I’ll be her willing participant.