Dark Ink Tattoo: Episode 4 Page 5

  “Oh? You are a charming fool. They either own the cops – or the few good ones are waiting for a big enough bust to make rocking the boat worthwhile. None of them are going to go out of their way to help your Ruby.”

  “Thea.”

  “Thea,” she corrected, with a smirk.

  I waited, eyes scanning the room. Was the bouncer out there getting back-up? Making calls to someone who had guns? “Then – how can you help me?” Whatever it was, we needed to start doing it fast. “Tell me where –“

  “You really do love her?” she interrupted. Her hands fell to her robe’s sash, and she started circling me again, like a shark.

  “I do.” I wish I’d told Thea as much before all this – that I’d managed to be a stronger man.

  “And you’re willing to do anything to save her? Anything I tell you to do?”

  “As long as it saves her, I am.”

  “Good.”

  I heard the soft whoosh of fabric as her robe fell to the ground behind me, knowing it left her naked again. “What’re you –“

  “Shhhhh. Be quiet, and behave,” she commanded, compelling me anew. “If you want to save her, you’re going to have to do it my way.”

  I was quiet and swallowed. I felt her come up behind me and pull me toward the couch. I went with her and she practically pulled me on top of her, her wriggling up on a low cushion after I sat down, all the better to encircle me with her dark legs and press her breasts against my back.

  “You smell nice,” she whispered to herself, breathing me in.

  Thea!

  Rosalie played her hands up and down my chest, feeling the muscles my shirt barely hid, then tugged it up out of my belt to touch skin. She made an appreciative sound. “So strong. You’ll make such a good plaything, I can tell. I might even keep you for myself, for a time.”

  My shirt rose higher, until I could feel her skin against mine and after that she gasped.

  “Look at you!” She climbed higher so that she could see my chest. “A magic man!” Her hands inspected my tattoos, pushing me forward, pulling me back, until she’d seen and touched them all. “I’m magic too, you know. If you’re lucky, I will show you.”

  Thea!

  She breathed me in again, lips grazing against my neck, one hand in my hair. She arched her hips forward, grinding herself against me. “Yes. This is right.” She pulled me to her as she used me. I closed my eyes and tried to remember Thea instead.

  “You never did tell me your name. Speak it,” she commanded.

  “Jack,” I answered.

  She laughed to herself. “How fitting.” And her hands reached around me to undo my belt buckle as she kissed my back. When the buckle was undone, she went for the button-fly of my jeans, opening them one by one, reaching inside blindly to find my cock.

  “Get hard, Jack,” she whispered in my ear as her hand wrapped me.

  My blood sank. I didn’t want to – I needed to go, to rescue Thea – but I couldn’t move an inch off of this couch. All I could do was look down and see her hand against me, the contrast between our skin colors striking.

  “I want you harder than you’ve ever been,” she whispered, and my body betrayed me. “Oh – that’s nice,” she said as my girth became more solid. “Someday – oh how I will use that cock.”

  Her breath on my neck was warm, and she started to kiss me, my ear, my jaw, my collarbone, as her grinding began anew. I could feel the folds of her pussy rubbing against me, the rhythmic way she pulsed against my back, using me to pleasure herself.

  Thea!

  And then her hand started slowly stroking.

  I didn’t want to respond – I wanted anything but – there was no way not to – it was like my cock was a separate entity, a traitor to the rest of me, a monster wanting to be fed. My breath caught and quickened, and at that she purred.

  “See? Your body knows what it wants. Just as mine does.” She reached between us with her free hand and separated herself from me for a moment, then started stroking my back in arcane patterns, streaking it with wetness gleaned from her pussy. “When this is over Jack, you might have saved Thea, but you will be mine. I will snap and you will come. I’ll say fuck and you’ll ask who.”

  Her hand’s rhythm sped up on me. “How many times did you push this cock in and out of her? You’re mad at me now – but I’m giving you a lifetime of pussy, Jack. All the pussy in the world.”

  Her hips bobbed against my back as her mouth bit at my ear. Where was Thea, and what was happening to me? Rosalie’s expert hand knew just how long to make each stroke, how fast to go, how much pressure to apply. The need to come rose up inside, unbidden.

  “Not yet,” she said, stopping her hand and pinching my tip. Her hips stroked hard against me, the muscles of her legs pulling her close and then pushing her back again. I could feel broad swathes of her wetness as her pussy anointed me. “Oh, magic man,” she purred, sliding on and off. “Soon all your magic will be mine.” Her voice was breathy, soft, and the way she rocked into me more firm, pressing harder, longer, making contact more rough. “Oh yes – oh –“ she rocked back into the couch, letting go of me entirely to grind. “Yes, yes, yes,” she said, with three hard strokes down.

  I could feel her shuddering behind me, her legs quivering in the nest they’d made around me. And the next sound she made was an indulgent one. “See?” she said, leaning forward, bringing her hand back around to touch my cock.

  The hand she stroked me with was wet now, from herself. The extra lubrication made her hand feel like a pussy and – Thea – oh Thea –

  Rosalie covered me with her body once again, her chin digging against my neck. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”

  And as she said it, I was. All I could do was pant and nod.

  “Do you want to come inside my hand?” she asked, licking the shell of my ear. My hips thrust in helpless answer, and she laughed.

  “After that, Jack, there’ll be no turning back.” She reached between us one last time, then wrapped her other hand around my head, pushing two fingers into my mouth that clearly tasted like her, using them to twist my head down and to the left, as she kept talking. “I want to see your cum, your silver against my black, I want to feel the heat of it, I want to watch it spurt when you can no longer stop yourself.”

  It felt like I would die if I didn’t erupt, and yet I still had to try. Thea!

  “You’re so strong, Jack. But no man is stronger than I am,” she whispered. “Come for me.”

  My body listened. My hips thrust forward into her hand and then I came like a volcano, cum geysering as she kept stroking it out of me. I thrashed against her, unable to groan but still needing to express the awesome horror of what she’d done.

  I watched her bring one hand full of my cum up to her mouth and saw her lick her palm roughly out of the corner of my eye, my head still twisted by her hand and heard her say, “Fluids seal a pact.”

  Then teeth grew, fangs like a snake’s, which made sense because that was clearly what she was, some sort of slithering demon, and she plunged them into my neck. I wanted to scream but couldn’t, trapped by her command, but I could spasm in surprise, the end of my orgasm changing into something terrified. Her fangs ground in me, ripping space into my flesh, and I felt the heat of my own blood running down my chest.

  I was dying here – without Thea.

  Rosalie reared up, mouth bloody – my blood! – fangs still out, looking triumphant.

  “Bite, my foolish child,” she said, and I bit down on her fingers just like she’d told me too.

  My teeth pierced her skin and her blood, sweet and tangy, poured out of them, filling my mouth – I let it slosh out of my lips in horror.

  “Swallow,” she commanded, and I did – I had too – and felt a thick mouthful slide back and down, landing in my stomach like a lead weight. My stomach burbled against it – I was instantly sure it was poisoning me.

  “Good,” she said, her eyes glittering. “Very good, Jack
.” She pulled her hand out of my mouth and somehow it was whole. Released from her spell, I raised a frightened hand and felt streaks of clotting blood in cotton, but found my neck itself intact. She leaned back on the couch behind me, reaching out to stroke my hair. “It’s a rare gift that I’ve given you, Jack. You should feel very special.”

  I didn’t – maybe her ability to coerce me to do things was fading – or maybe I was, because suddenly the entire world seemed to go dark. “What’s happening to me?” I asked. I started to panic, even moreso than I had been.

  She kept stroking my hair. “Don’t worry, it’s normal. You’ll be out for three days while you change. I’ll protect you, of course. I might even see fit to use you some between now and then. Too bad you won’t remember.”

  I tried to say something else, but my throat closed. Acid rose in my stomach and my limbs were going numb. The world shrank in on itself, and I could almost feel my mind slow – but I already knew I’d made an epically bad decision. As everything went black I only had time for one last thought.

  Thea – what have I done?

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  Dark Ink Tattoo – Episodes 1-3

  Dark Ink Tattoo – Episode 1

  Dark Ink Tattoo – Episode 2

  Dark Ink Tattoo – Episode 3

  Dark Ink Tattoo – Episode 4

  Dark Ink Tattoo – Episode 5

  Sleeping with Monsters Series (Paranormal Erotica)

  The Haunted

  The Hunted

  The Hated

  Stand Alone (Chose Your Own Adventure Erotica)

  The House: Come Find Your Fantasy

  The Edie Spence Series (Urban Fantasy)

  Nightshifted

  Moonshifted

  Shapeshifted

  Deadshifted

  Bloodshifted

  * * *

  Teaser from Dark Ink Tattoo Episode 5

  Angela’s Past

  “Come on, Angie – I just need you to come with me tonight.”

  I loved Willa Heartwood to death, but it was already that clear this would be the worst decision she’d ever talked me into.

  We were in my bedroom, upstairs, just a week before school was starting. Willa was going to Luna community college to figure out what she wanted to be, whereas I was going to UNLV as an art major. High school’d made it abundantly clear that painting and drawing were the only things I was good at – but I was really, really good at them.

  “You won’t even have to stay long,” she wheedled. “Just be my wingwoman. Help me get in the door.”

  “Who is this guy? Have I met him?”

  “No. Remember a week ago when you ditched me?”

  “Because my parents wanted me to hang out with them.” Code words for: ‘You’re spending too much time with Willa again, and we don’t want her crazy to stick.’

  “Well I went to that club downtown and hung out out back, trying to meet the band. There were these guys there and – oh my God, you should’ve seen him.” Willa’s eyes were intent on mine. “He was beautiful. He was amazing.”

  “And…you talked to him?”

  “No. He was so pretty I didn’t have the guts. But after he rode off – on a motorcycle,” she emphasized, as though that were the important part, “this older chick came over and told me about him. Said his girlfriend’d just broken up with him and where he’d be tonight.”

  “And why isn’t she humping him herself, if he’s so hot?”

  “Because she was with another guy there.” Willa leaned in. “I think they’re like in a gang.”

  “Willa!” I stared at her. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “I absolutely am not. I wouldn’t ask you if it weren’t important to me, Angie. But I’ve spent the entire last week thinking about him.” She threw herself across my bed, arms wide. “You would understand, if you’d been there.”

  I flopped down on the bed beside her. “Probably.”

  Willa and I had been best friends since elementary. In a town where people moved in and out like a perpetual tide, this was an accomplishment. There was nothing about me she didn’t know – what boy bands members I’d had crushes on and in what order, which boys in high school I’d liked. She’d been the one to hand me a pad under the stall when my period’d begun, and had been the person I’d hung out and watched Netflix with when we skipped proms – both of them.

  And I, in turn, knew everything about her. Why she hung out at my house so much – to hide out from her angry dad – and helped her cheat on algebra in 8th grade enough to pass. I remembered the first time she’d smoked pot and the first time she’d gotten me some. And I’d been the one she called half an hour after she’d lost her virginity, more interested in telling me about it than hanging out with the boy.

  She was the wild-one, I was straight-laced. I kept her safe, and she kept things fun. We’d spent practically our whole lives together, joined at the hip, just like we were now on my bed. But school was looming and we’d be going to vastly different places. We’d been talking a big game about moving out of our parent’s houses and moving in together, but we hadn’t gotten our acts together yet. Maybe it wouldn’t happen at all. Maybe this was the beginning of the end.

  She bounced up on an elbow, her thoughts running opposite of mine. “You still haven’t answered, Ang.”

  Her dark curls fanned out around her face as she grinned, hopeful I’d come along on one last adventure. And if she was there – how could I not? “Sure. Fine,” I grinned back at her.

  “Yes!” She leapt off my bed and ran for my closet.

  * * *

  I let her dress me up in short shorts and a tank, and we raced out of the house together before my parents could see. Then she drove us out to a strip mall in the middle of nowhere, where a dive bar faced a line of bikes. We got out of the car, but when she started walking toward them I stopped. “This is where we’re going?”

  “I know,” she said, apologizing. “I drove by earlier this week and didn’t have the guts to go in. I couldn’t be doing this without you.”

  “We shouldn’t be doing this at all,” I complained.

  “We just go inside, and see if he’s there. If he’s not then we wait a little bit and we leave, okay? That’s it. Nothing major.”

  “Willa –“

  “Please. One last time.” She wove her fingers through my own and tugged me toward the door.

  That was the problem with my relationship with Willa. I had a hard time telling her no. “All right,” I said, dragging my feet as she pulled me in to the bar.

  Masculinity was in the air here – there weren’t all that many other girls, just a lot of men, drinking hard, playing pool and having heavy conversations.

  The bartender – Davis, from the patch on his jacket -- gave us both a wise look. “You girls don’t belong here.”

  “I’ve been here before,” Willa said, a bold-faced lie.

  He gave her a once-over. “Maybe, maybe not. But her?” he said, looking at me. “I’d remember.”

  I hid behind my blonde hair, feeling both naked and gawky, wishing I was wearing a lot more clothes.

  “Well she’s with me,” she said, looping her arm through mine. “We’re staying. And we’re both twenty-two.”

  “Uh-huh,” he sa
id. “And what’re you drinking?’

  “Beer?” I hazarded.

  “Whiskey,” Willa said, more sure of herself.

  Davis worked the taps and handed us glasses bubbling with carbonation. “Diet Coke.”

  I looked to Willa, in case she’d gotten a better fake ID and was willing to push things. Instead though, she pulled out a ten and handed it over. “Thanks.” He took it and did not offer change.

  It was completely unlike Willa to let rudeness slide. “You must really like this guy,” I said, as we slunk off to the bar’s far side.

  “Trust me. He’s worth it,” she said, taking a sip from her cup.

  “What if he’s not here today? Maybe he has better things to do.”

  “I saw his bike out front.”

  A door pushed open from the back to pass a beer through and I could hear the sounds of laughter, men and more women’s voices, and scent bbq’d meat and cigars from a patio outside.

  “And what if he’s back there?” I wondered.

  “Let’s go see –“ she said, hopping off her stool.

  I looked around the bar again, at the worrisomely huge guys keeping an eye on us. “Willa, no,” I said, and meant it.

  She opened her mouth to argue then came to her senses with a nod. “You’re right.” She got back on her barstool. “Let’s just wait. If he comes in, it was meant to be.”

  “Yeah.” I sipped on my Coke, wondering if I should hope to see him or not. Willa kept her eyes on the door, while I kept my eyes on her. I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t want to practically be her. Being with her was the next best thing.

  And then the door swung open behind her, framing him in daylight. He was Nordic, clearly, maybe Scandinavian. His shoulders were almost as wide as the doorway and he was at least 6’4”. And with his long hair and leather jacket, he looked like he’d come off the cover of a romance novel, the dirty kind we’d hid from our moms when we were fifteen. I felt my heart stop and an inconvenient throb from between my thighs.