Page 51 of Omega Inked

My chest clenches at those words, realizing exactly where she got the idea.

From me.

And I love it.

"Are you sure?" I ask. "You should be sure...because it's permanent. You can't change your mind later."

"I'm positive," she says. "Please?"

"Of course," I say. "I'd be honored."

I sit down next to her, sketching on paper. She's lying there, so quiet, so content; her eyes half-open, her limbs languid. Mercer moves behind her and wraps his arms around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head, and she sighs and smiles.

I know that look. It's exhaustion. It's bliss.

I know it'll be gone as soon as I put a needle to her skin, but I also know it will be worth it.

I sketch out a mock-up of the piece I want to do. It's simple--a heart with stitches holding it together, and then the words "Love Conquers All" in curly letters. The whole piece is a nod to the way we've patched each other up, how she came in and mended my broken heart. It's...perfect.

She's perfect.

I reach over to the night stand, taking the tear catcher from it. I put it on the paper, holding it in place as I sketch. When I'm done, I tear off the sheet, holding it in front of her.

"Is this what you want?" I ask.

"Looks perfect," she says, reaching out, her fingers brushing my face.

I kiss her, then move down to her neck.

I feel her shiver and smile against her skin. "Right here?" I ask as I brush m lips over her collarbone.

"Yeah, right there," she whispers. "And I'm sure... I'm sure it'll look amazing."

I lay out the paper and the materials on the table, along with the tattoo gun and the ink. I make sure I have some alcohol wipes as well, to sterilize everything after all the things we just did. Liam lies on his side and watches us, everyone perfectly comfortable with the fact that we're all naked.

Somehow, this girl has brought us all together in a way I never expected.

Like we were all meant to be.

Like we always were.

I can't wait to have her forever.

"Why don't you come over here and sit on my lap, princess?" Mercer says, stroking her hair. She nods, her eyes already closed, exhaustion creeping into her voice again.

I hear Liam whisper to her that we'll take good care of her, and she smiles, yawning.

"I know, baby," she says sleepily. "I know you will."

I put a hand on her back, guiding her towards Mercer, who pulls her off the bed and into his lap. Liam and I sit on either side of them, and I work to apply the stencil to her skin. She looks so beautiful there, with that pink hair framing her face, her eyes almost closed, her lips parted. Liam moves to kiss her, and then she blinks, looking back and forth between the two of us.

I'm pretty sure she won't be able to sleep through it...but maybe she's so well-fucked that she won't feel a thing.

"This is gonna sting," I say as I prep the tattoo gun.

Olivia bites her lip, nodding. "How bad?"

"It's like a cat scratch," Liam says. "Not that bad at all."

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