Page 71 of Tempest

His formal shop was a few streets over. So he had to wonder how much business he actually got when the pack had been so resistant to outsiders before.

"Hey," he called out shutting the door behind him. "I'm back. How are things going?"

His voice trailed away as he stared at his mate, leaning back in his chair as Jorge worked on a new tattoo on his chest. It was an eagle done in a tribal style, all black and right over his heart.

"What? Why?" He couldn't figure out what to say. His eyes locked on the new ink.

"Come here, Little Bit," Cash said holding out his hand on the opposite side where Jorge worked.

He stumbled forward, grasping at his fingers. He tore his eyes away from where Jorge was working and met his mate's gaze.

"You didn't have to do that."

Cash just smiled at him. "Jorge needs something from you."

"From me?" he asked, raising his brows and then looked back over at Cash's friend.

The witch had light brown skin and a devilish smile. His black hair swept back from his forehead.

"Just a few drops of blood," he told Ore with a grin.

He shot a look at his mate who nodded encouragingly. "It'll be worth it. I promise."

Still confused, but trusting Cash, he held out his hand. Jorge set down his tattoo machine, spun around on his stool and ripped off his gloves. Ore couldn't see what he was doing. But when he spun back around, he had a small, stone bowl in his hand with crushed herbs inside already. In his other hand, he held a small knife.

"Do you want to do it or do you want me to?" Jorge asked, holding out the blade.

Ore looked at Cash one more time and then shrugged, offering his hand once more. "You can do it."

Without hesitating, Jorge pricked the end of one of his fingers and squeezed out a few drops before his body could heal the tiny cut.

"Thanks," Jorge said, spinning back around.

Ore turned to his mate who grabbed his hand and pulled it up to his mouth, sucking the remaining drop of blood off his finger. Sucking in a breath, his belly fluttered.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about?"

"Patience."

Ore rolled his eyes. He was sick of having people tell him to be patient. Jorge muttered a few words, drawing Ore's attention back to him. The scent of magic flared in the air and then he turned back around, a scoop of the mixture from the bowl in fingers.

"You ready, man?" he asked Cash who nodded.

"Do it."

To Ore's fascination and horror, Jorge pressed the mixture into Cash's skin right over the new tattoo. He knew it couldn't have been healed already and he winced, grateful they couldn't get infections like humans. Then his eyes widened with shock as the tattoo started to glow, first just underneath where the herbswere smeared. But then it moved outward until the entire thing was glowing a fiery orange. He opened his mouth to ask, "What the hell?" but gasped instead, pressing a hand between his pecs. There was a burning warmth suddenly there, startling him. But as he met Cash's happy face, he realized what they had done. The burn inside settled into a comforting warmth and he could feel Cash's happiness and excitement through it. He glanced back at the tattoo.

"That's a specialty of mine," Jorge said, leaning back and wiping his hands clean.

"You've only done it twice," Cash drawled at him, sitting up.

"Yeah, but I'm the only one ever who's done it. So that makes it my specialty."

Cash rolled his eyes but held out his fist so Jorge could bump it with his own. "Thanks for this."

"Of course, brother." He winked at him. "Now you two go have fun."

Cash couldn't even be embarrassed at the implication, still reeling from the fact that he could now feel his mate inside him, just like Cash could him after biting him.

"Where are we going?" he asked, dazed.

"Home, little bit. We're going home."

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