Nash looked like he still wanted to ask me about that fucking whore, Deepthroat, but I ignored his probing look. I’d give him the story later, I wouldn’t lie to my brother, but I didn’t want to ruin tonight by thinking about her for a single second.
I switched on my tattoo gun and Monroe sat still obligingly as I pressed the needle to his skin and a sigh escaped me. There was something so pure in art. Especially when I could use the human body as my canvas. When I was focused on a creation, I could physically feel all of the pain, anger, rage, and violence in my blood fading away until I was at peace with my design. I always worked freehand, letting the art be as I created it, feeling out the natural strokes and curves of the piece rather than forcing it to bow to some predetermined pattern. I knew I was creating an arrow dressed with feathers but I liked the details to come naturally, each piece of it building on the last until I was completely satisfied with the final result.
The world around me faded away as I worked, my sole desire fixed on creating Monroe’s mark and making him one of us for all of time.
When I finally finished, I sighed, resting back in my chair as I dragged my eyes over my work, making sure I was completely satisfied with it before I finally announced it was done. For his arrow, I’d decided to hang three feathers from it, shading the tips so much they were almost black. The point of the arrowhead looked sharp enough to pierce his skin, deadly, lethal, just like us.
“It’s beautiful,” Tatum breathed, leaning over my shoulder to get a closer look so that her hair brushed against my skin. I almost flinched, wondering how long she’d been standing there watching me work and I turned to her with a wry smile.
“Do you want one, baby?” I asked, as I leaned down and took a dressing from the box at my feet, carefully covering Monroe’s new ink for him.
“Would you like that?” she purred, the alcohol giving her voice a seductive edge which I liked a whole lot. “To mark me out as yours permanently?”
“You are ours permanently,” I pointed out as I turned towards her and yanked her into my lap.
She gasped as she was forced to steady herself on my chest but her eyes lit with mischief for a moment before she stomped it down.
“Are you going to command me to get a tattoo then?” she asked with an arched eyebrow which promised she’d kick and scream and fight to the death if I even attempted it.
“No, he’s fucking not,” Monroe growled as he got to his feet and turned to look down at us, offering me a glare which I guessed was meant to be threatening. But threats didn’t make much difference to me. I was more than willing to spill blood at the slightest provocation, so threatening to hurt me was actually more likely to make me do something than stop me. But in this instance, I had no reason to argue.
“Keep your panties on, Nash,” I said. “Tatum’s body is all hers. I won’t do a thing to it unless she asks me to.”
“Why do you say that like you seriously believe I’ll ask you to?” she asked, rolling her eyes at me as she shifted in my lap.
“I don’t think you’ll ask me to do things to your body, baby,” I said, reaching out to lay my hand over the painted handprint I’d left on her stomach earlier. “I think you’ll beg.”
She bit her lip as she looked down at me and I leaned forward so that there was next to nothing dividing our lips. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d given a girl a real kiss. And I definitely couldn’t remember the last time I’d been as tempted to as I was with Tatum Rivers.
“In your dreams,” she breathed, but the heat in her eyes gave a different answer.
“Every night, baby,” I agreed. “But if you want proof, I’m willing to bet I can have you begging for me before this night is done too.”
Monroe scoffed like I was bragging that I had platinum balls and couldn’t back it up. But I didn’t make bets I wasn’t confident I could win and if I told him my balls were platinum, I’d be dipping them in molten metal just to make sure I was right about that.
“What’s the matter, Nash? You wish that you could make a play for our girl too?” I teased him. “Maybe she’d let us share her.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Monroe muttered.
“Why do you always make jokes like that?” Tatum hissed, smacking my shoulder to tell me off, but that really just encouraged me. “Like you think you can just have me at the drop of the hat and pass me between your psycho buddies when you know I’m not interested in a single one of you.”
“Why do you always think I’m joking?” I growled, my grip on her tightening as she wriggled on my lap again. I swear she was trying to get me hard just so that I’d have to walk around this party with a rager for her. Little did she know, I’d happily give everyone a look at the huge swell in my pants in payment for her grinding against me.
Tatum’s eyes widened as she realised I really did mean it and her gaze flicked to Nash again.
I leaned forward until my lips were brushing against her ear and ran my fingers down her spine as I spoke to her in a low voice. “Tell me you don’t like the idea of having both of us worship your body at once.”
She didn’t reply,
