Page 34 of Knottily Ever After (Crescent Lake Cozy Omegaverse #1)
Chapter Thirty-Three
Violet
T he pillows are just not fluffy enough. I don’t know why. Maybe I flattened them over the past few weeks while sleeping.
I never had complaints about them before. In fact, there had been too many pillows for my liking when I moved in, and I’d stored some in the closet. That’s where I wind up before leaving the apartment, pulling more pillows from the stacks I’d made and arranging them with dissatisfaction on my bed.
With a sigh and a frown, it’s time to leave for my special appointment.
When I arrive at Lloyd’s Tattoos about five minutes later, I’m greeted by my icy-eyed, tattooed Alpha, wearing a gorgeous grin and his sexy as fuck glasses.
“There she is,” he sings, deep and smooth, as I walk into the shop. He closes and locks the door behind me, which makes me shoot him a questioning look.
His shrug is nothing less than adorable, a stray lock of hair sliding onto his forehead with the motion.
“I got permission from Lloyd to make this a private session. It’s still pretty dead right now.
” He gestures with his chin to a giant seat that reminds me of an old barber’s chair.
“Have a seat, and I’ll take some measurements to resize the stencil. ”
I move to the chair, and he clears his throat. “I’ll need you to remove your pants.”
I laugh, give him my best sultry smile, and remove my sneakers before shimmying out of my pants, folding them neatly and placing them on a nearby table, leaving me, from the waist down, in a pair of cheeky shorts and socks with penguins all over them.
When I get on the chair, he sighs from a couple of feet away, and I raise a brow with a questioning hum.
“This is going to be a trial of my restraint,” he mumbles, head shaking as he pulls a thin sheet of translucent paper out with a marker and comes to my side, where he adjusts the chair back so I’m lying flat.
“I’m going to place this on your hip and draw the general outline of where you want the tattoo placed, then use that as a size template. ”
“You’re the artist,” I reply with a grin, to which he huffs a laugh.
Placing the paper on my hip was not an issue, but the moment he began to draw, I twitched and squealed with laughter, the movement of the marker tickling me like I was a little kid.
Ben stops, gives me a little glare then sighs. “I’m almost done.”
I press my lips between my teeth and concentrate hard on remaining still. I choke a little when he reaches my outer hip, then take a ragged breath when his line sweeps toward my pussy.
His nostrils flare, pupils dilate, and I hold my breath. I must have let off my perfume with that jolt of arousal.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
Ben blinks down at me, his expression serious, head tilting. “Never apologize for your reactions to your Alphas, baby. Do you have any idea how much this means to us?”
I do, because their reactions elicit the same warmth and love within me.
My smile is shy. “I’ll try my best to keep it together. I really want you to mark me.”
When his gaze narrows on me, a growl reverberates from his chest, and I wince.
“Well, I want you to mark me like that, too, but I meant the tattoo. Today.”
“I know what you meant, baby.” His tone is dangerous. Then, after a beat, he goes to the desk against the wall where his laptop from home sits. He makes some adjustments, takes some measurements of the paper he drew on, then I hear a printer outside the room.
Ben leaves and returns with some supplies and a printout of the beautiful crescent moons he’d designed for me. He puts the supplies down and comes over with the printout, lays it on my hip. “What do you think?”
I look down with a huge smile. The four crescent moons surrounded by beautiful sweeping and curling lines, small stars at the ends of each, all in a crescent shape themselves… it’s so beautiful that it takes my breath away.
“It’s perfect,” I breathe, then look up at him. “Thank you, Ben.”
His eyes are warm as he smiles, then takes the printout to the table. He returns with the supplies and puts them on the small silver tray beside me, slipping on some black gloves. “You’ll need to remove your panties.” His voice is huskier than normal, and a small whine escapes me.
Shit. I’m losing it.
His head tilts at me, his expression thoughtful as I maneuver out of my panties in the chair. He takes them from me and puts them on top of my folded pants, then returns to me.
“Where you want the tattoo… you’re going to have to refrain from intense… rubbing … for a few days.” His lids grow heavy, eyes sweeping down my half-naked body. He reaches for a towel and says, “Lift that ass, baby.”
An involuntary moan draws out of me as I do what he asks.
“I’m going to make you feel good before we continue. Make it so you can be calm while I tattoo you.” He walks around the chair and pushes in the leg extension so my knees bend, toes grazing the floor. My breath catches when his nostrils flare again, and he begins to purr as he stares at my pussy.
Without a word, he grabs the backs of my knees and lifts my heels to the edge of the seat, then pushes my knees apart. His face dips so close to my core, and I moan, my hips jump up with a hiss. His hot breath fans my clit, and I whine again, slick dripping down my ass to the towel below.
He’s so close, his words puff air across my wet, heated skin. “I’m going to feast on this pussy, Violet. Feast on it until you’re sated and can’t take another lick.”
And that’s exactly what he does.
He starts softly kissing my pussy lips, trailing pecks of his lips along my skin from one side to the other, completely ignoring my clit and entrance, driving me insane for I can’t say how long.
Then, that talented, wonderful tongue strokes me from core to clit, flat and wide, making me cry out with need.
The tip of his tongue circles my clit as those gloved fingers slide into my pussy, and the sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, his covered fingertips curling against my G-spot, his tongue flicking up and down and then swirling my clit, drawing slick from my body and squeezing the pleasure from me, yanking my orgasm out on a scream.
Once.
Twice.
Three times, until I am a gelatinous goo on the chair, gasping for breath, unable to move or speak.
“There you go, baby,” he says, soaked face smug and confident as he stands, revealing the enormous bulge in his pants. I try to reach for him, but he shakes his head. “Not today, baby. After you’re healed up, I promise to give you my cock all you want. Okay?”
My response is an absent hum as I settle back into the chair.
Ben changes his gloves and cleans me like it’s a holy act, all reverence and delicate.
Grabbing a new pair of gloves, he approaches me with a brand new disposable razor out of the package and slowly shaves my hip and all around it where he’ll be tattooing me.
Then, he wipes me down again, and carefully places the stencil onto my skin, pressing down all over, before slowly peeling it back.
He shows me every single brand-new item before he opens the sealed packages. While I’m sure this is necessary for strangers, I trust Ben with my life. Still, his care brings me such happiness.
After more setup, rearranging a bunch of things on the silver tray, he says, “This may hurt the closer we get to your hip bone. If it gets to be too much, tell me, and we’ll take a break. Okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper, looking him right in his beautiful eyes behind those lenses.
He gives me a small smile before beginning.
The buzz of the machine isn’t as loud as I’d expected. He begins to press it into my skin, and I feel the prickling sensation of the needle piercing my flesh in time with the vibration of the gun. Ben would draw a bit, then wipe my skin, his attention rapt on his work.
When everything was finished at last, he gently rubbed my skin with a gel-like solution, then sealed it with a thin plastic film. He reaches over to the table and brings a mirror to my hip, angling it so I can see.
Tears spring to my eyes, my fingers flying to my lips. “Ben,” I breathe. “It’s even more beautiful than your sketch.” Our gazes meet. “Thank you, love.”
The smile he gives me is breathtaking, if a bit shy. “Anything for you, Violet. I’ll take care of you, and your tattoo. Forever.”