Black Pearl Tattoo Cape Cod Novels & Stories

“Pity. We could have a lot of fun if we got drunk together.” The sultry tone of his voice left nothing to the imagination, and heat flooded me at the naughty images it conjured. I found my eyes wandering over him. He wasn’t wearing his suit, and the black t-shirt showed off all his muscles and tattoos. I’d already had a glimpse of what was underneath those clothes too and my mouth watered at the thought of another peek. He brought out a bottle of clear liquor and shoveled ice into a glass. Three perfect cubes hit the sides of the glasses with a chinking sound.

A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare. I chuckled. "I was half-expecting you to have a neon blue landing patch." Holly giggled. "That's a good idea, actually." "I like the tattoo though," I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a green leaf tattooed within her bikini area. Holly giggled again. "Only a select few ever get to see THAT one."

“Sit.” I did. Couldn’t look away from him. He wore a fitted black polo—not his usual button-downs. And beneath the sleeve, I noticed something new. A thunderbolt tattoo, dark and angry, snaked from his wrist up his forearm, disappearing under the sleeve. But it didn’t stop there. My mind flashed an image I didn’t ask for—the jagged lines trailing down his chest, his waist, lower—. No. Stop. I blinked it away, disgust curling in my stomach.

Celeste: “Tempting, but the quarry already has dibs on tonight for Atlantean 101. No room for a shoe funeral.” Seras leans between the seats. Seras: “New rule: the new pair has to be even louder than the old ones.” Kayo holds up her phone. Kayo: “I found a customizer online who’ll dye them any color and embroider whatever you want. My vote: black with tiny glowing tridents that only show up underwater.” I grin. Celeste: “Sold.” We spend an hour picking the exact shade (deep storm-cloud purple with a faint shimmer that shifts to ocean teal when the light hits it).

But as I examined every inch of his body, Capell grew visibly embarrassed. Poor thing! He shouldn't have such an expression. There is nothing particularly captivating and enticing about him, except for his decorated torso. Just below his waistline, I noticed a tattoo—a beautifully drawn, colored crow. The part holding the tail was covered by his towel, and I instantly took my mind off any further speculation. But how could he have a tattoo in such a delicate place? People like Capell are rarely bold enough to do what they truly desire, or perhaps Capell isn't one of those.

Corenlius nodded with a thoughtful expression, just as Thomas exclaimed, “Is he crazy to have a pearl embedded in his hand?” Mira’s voice was low and muffled, almost trembling, “How can you be sure there is no one else with the same tattoo?” Her wide eyes mirrored the confusion gnawing at her. Leal’s jaw tightened. “Because Taro told me that Danoz said that pearl was shining green, like the serpent’s eye and …” He paused, letting the weight of the words sink in. Then his voice hardened. “I have been searching high and low, within and beyond the East Kingdom, and no one else bears the exact same tattoo. And I also know where the five other heavenly night pearls are.”

"I want the world to know who you belong to Maria." I laugh. "I think they do, Carlos. Your name is tattooed to my finger...which I know wasn't tradition until you became Capo..." Carlos laughed. "Just wanted it to be more sentimental...making sure you knew who you belonged to." I smile and lay my head on his chest. "I'm getting Everleigh tattooed on my chest tomorrow." "I want another tattoo... I want her tiny foot print on my hip." "Lets, let you heal up first...Baby."

Or I did not care that much to ask about it. “This is very unusual. I wonder if Tatiana knows anything about this type of tattoo. Or whatever this is.” His fingers move to the mark he put on me—a mark of love and commitment. “It is almost healed. Same as mine.” I look at it—it is placed next to the Crown of Fire. Suddenly, I realize something. “Wasn’t it supposed to be on the other shoulder?” “It’s the left one in Avalon.” “Strange.” Caleb is about to tell me about what happened to him after he was taken by the feral rogue when something strange makes us stare at each other. Something that I did not expect. I never thought it would be possible. Not for me, at least.