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“Good.” She squealed when he immediately flipped her over so she was on top of him and slammed her back down on his cock. They moaned together, and she tipped her head back in pure bliss. She almost thought she was finally going to get to climax but he reached and picked up the tattoo gun, placing it in her hand. “My turn.”

She lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “You want Zeke and Drake’s names on you?”

He grunted, shifted her a little, and clenched his teeth against the pleasure. “Fuck no. Just yours will do.”

“Y-you want me to permanently mark your skin with my name?”

He settled back into the pillow, completely at ease, and his hands tightened on her hips. Slowly, he lifted her, only to sink her back down. “Wherever you want.”

“So your dick then,” she teased.

As if he might like that idea, he grinned. “Wherever you want.”

Pressing her lips together, she tried to find a place. His entire chest was already covered in tattoos. “The only place I can see is the side of your neck, but then everyone will be able to see it.”

In answer, he tipped his head to the side. “Don’t try to make it something you’re not. Do it in your handwriting. Nothing fancy. Just you.”

She nodded in understanding. “So, it’s just like signing my name? There’s no special technique or anything that goes along with it?”

He shook his head. “Just take it slow and don’t press too hard. You just want to get the first few layers of skin, not the muscle.”

A nervous energy made her hands shake a little, but she took a deep breath to calm herself. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she rocked her hips against his, pushing him in deeper, before she leaned forward and pressed the tattoo gun against his skin.

She moved slowly as he instructed and began to sign her name. It wasn’t as easy as signing her name on paper, but it wasn’t as hard as she made it out to be either. When she was finished, she stuck a little heart at the end and then sat back with a grin.

“Done?” he asked, strained.

She nodded and winced a little. “Did I hurt you?”

“Fuck no,” he grunted. “Turned me the fuck on.” He flipped them back over so that he was on top, and he slammed back into her.

Chapter Twenty-One

Drake

“Are you going up?” Zeke asked, meeting him at the stairwell to the apartment.

Drake nodded. The sounds of the bar were slowly dying down as the two of them ascended the stairs. “Yeah, I just want to check on things.”

Amara had been staying at the apartment for the last several days, and though he appreciated the fact that she was so attentive to Knox, he had expected her to roam around a bit so that she didn’t go stir-crazy. That hadn’t happened yet.

In fact, she had been surviving solely on the junk food they had stashed away in the house, and it irked him. Not because she was eating their food but because she hadn’t taken the time to make something proper for herself.

He knew he was partially to blame for that because he could have taken the time away from the bar to make her something since she was taking care of Knox. He just hadn’t had the guts to do something so generous yet.

After their massive blowout where Amara had essentially rejected him, things between the two of them had been strained and awkward. He had tried to make things better that first night, but she hadn’t believed a word he said, and he didn’t blame her. He had fucked things up between them and had no idea how to make it right again. Though, he knew now that he wanted to make it right. It had only taken him losing her to realize that. He just hoped that he could somehow win her back.

“Me too,” Zeke smirked knowingly, and Drake figured that he must know about all the times he had peeked his head into Knox's room while he and Amara were sleeping in order to make sure that everyone was still breathing.

Zeke opened the door to the apartment for them and Drake wandered down the hall towards Knox’s room when he didn’t hear any talking. It wasn’t that late, so he didn’t think they would be sleeping. When he arrived at the door, which had been partially left open, he glanced inside the lit room to find them both fast asleep. And naked.

Stepping farther into the room, the toe of his boot kicked something, sending it rolling across the floor. He looked down and spotted an ink bottle, a growing puddle of dark liquid growing around it.

He turned and raised an eyebrow at Zeke, who was right behind him. “Apparently, we missed a real party,” Zeke whispered with a shrug.

“He’s supposed to be resting,” Drake replied, shaking his head. “Not giving himself a new fucking tattoo.”

He turned back toward the bed and spotted the new ink on the side of Knox’s neck immediately. Since they were shifters, their rapid healing made it so that they didn’t need to do much aftercare when it came to tattoos.

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