Page 84 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“Yeah. Well, other than a tiny star I did above my ankle. Realized pretty quickly that I didn’t have it in me to tattoo myself. It made me feel like a wimp for a minute, but I got over it.”

“I want to see the star.”

“It looked terrible. Silas covered it ages ago.”

“I still want to see where it was.”

“Alright.” I looked out my window. It was dark, and seeing the forest as we flew past made my chest tighten.

“When I was looking for an artist, I heard that Silas never tattoos anyone else’s work. Your ink is your own.”

“He made an exception for me, thanks to the female wolf scent.”

“You haven’t gotten any new work since you joined the pack.”

“Hunter made it clear that if any man put his hands on me, he was going to kill the guy. After the beating Silas got from Enzo last year, he wasn’t about to risk his neck for me. Not that I would’ve asked him to.”

Clay grunted. “Do you want any more tattoos?”

“I’ve been thinking about covering the rest of my ass cheek with more flowers.”

It was only vaguely true. I’d considered it, but enough of my body was covered that I wasn’t really itching for more. Then again, I’d been preoccupied with trying to survive over the past year.

Clay’s grip on my hand tightened. “You’re going to have to teach me how to use a tattoo machine, then.”

I scoffed. “I’m not letting you practice on my skin, and you’re not allowed to be that possessive of me. You and I are only friends with benefits, remember?”

“Exclusivefriends with benefits.”

“This is starting to sound suspiciously like dating, and I don’t remember agreeing to be your girlfriend. Or telling you that you could dictate whether or not I get any more tattoos.”

“I’m not trying to dictate the tattoo quantity, or content. Just the location. Because it would require Silas to put his hands on your ass.”

“It’s not like he’d be feeling up my ass, Savage. I wouldn’t even be naked. He would just…”Pull down my pants.Well, I would pull them down for him, actually.

That particular description wouldn’t exactly change Clay’s opinions about the situation, though.

“If you go through with it, I get to be there,” he gritted out.

"Fine."

"I'm trying not to be possessive,” he said. “It’s just not my nature. Between the wolf ramming against his cage and the way I was raised, I don’t really spend time with people. Emotional attachment is new.”

“Emotional attachment definitely doesn’t fit in a situation where we’re just friends who screw.”

“Friends are emotionally attached to each other.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure.”

My gaze went back to the forest, and lingered.

My hand lifted to my throat as I watched the forest around us. “I’m going to have him ink my neck to cover the scars. I don’t want to hear any complaints about it.”

“Do I get to be there?”

“Only if you can do it without growling at anyone.”

“I’m a professional not-growler.”

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