Black Pearl Tattoo Cape Cod Novels & Stories

A cross-shaped pendant from his necklace rested between his chest, giving his upper body a sexual appeal. I dug my teeth into my lower lip and sucked in air. He wasn't supposed to be sexually appealing to me, yet, I was hot inside. For a second, I forgot why I barreled into his room like a soldier marching to the war front and my tongue was tied, my brain taking a momentary vacation. He turned around and then it occurred to me that he had no tattoos on his body, just scars, which was strange for a Capo like him. Even a newly initiated made man took pride in the number of tattoos they had on their skin.

I certainly was. Percy was nothing, but gentle. He was slow to undress me, which did nothing to prove his words of being quick. He stood up undressing himself, showing me the toned muscles I didn't know he had. Apparently Percy had gotten a tattoo at some point that he told none of us about. It was a black hole over his heart, leaking black fluid over his chest with small stars and planets inside of it.

Carmelia asked the staff but they shook their heads. "'You didn't?" "Ma'am, this tattoo was on the back of her neck when we started doing our job." another staff replied. "Really?" Carmelia couldn't help walking to Lavana and inspecting Lavana's neck. She suddenly gasped. "What? Ma'am, is something wrong?" Lavana asked. She herself was confused as well. Her tattoos only appear when she shifts to her mermaid form and she's pretty sure that there's none on her back. "Nothing. I just felt it was cool. I mean, it's very beautiful. You have a tattoo of a wolf. Why you never showed it to me? Maybe I should get one. Haha!" Carmelia chuckled.

Shit! Maybe deciding to pull his shirt was a bad idea. My eyes landed on his tattoo and I was finally able to see what was drawn there. “Wow.” I mouthed, my fingers slowly grazing on his tattoo. I couldn't help but touch it. It was a picture of a snarling wolf head, at one side of his chest. Just above his right nipple. I never knew Malcolm had sexy and inviting nipples. “Noelle focus.” I scolded myself, removing my hand from his chest.

I couldn’t focus on what he was saying at all, my attention completely stolen by his bare chest. I couldn’t help but notice the armband tattoo on his left arm. The word “Moretti” was inked in a beautiful Old English font, with detailed lines making it look even cooler. His tattoos just added to that tough, masculine vibe he had going on. Then I saw the tattoo on his back. A raven, placed right in the middle of his back, near his shoulders and neck. It was so well done, I couldn’t stop staring at it, totally impressed.

the penguin. He chuckles. "One night, I went out with the boys. We were intoxicated, and there was this attractive girl," he stops. Cole promised to get any tattoo of my choosing for him if I approached her and said, "Let's fuck," and she accepted. If I don't succeed, he'll decide which tattoo I receive. So you fell short, but what transpired? She hit me with a drink and smacked me. I chuckle And why did Cole decide on a penguin?

And apparently, he knew how to do a tattoo with ashes in the ink. Like the other veterans from his pack that had gone, he was a little surprised to find out that ashes from Duke and Rory were in their tattoos. And now she was getting Marley done the same way. Celeste was wearing a halter top that showed off her back piece. The Silver Lake Pack Crest was on her right shoulder blade, the Marine Corps Pack Crest in the center and she had already talked to the artist about putting his Crest on the left. Beneath that were Angel wings with a silver and black wolf between them. He assumed this was in tribute to Angel.

I’m like a walking Drake advertisement. I licked my lips, I was about eye level with his pecks. His abs. Whatever. This wall, mountain of a man. He was so wide and thick I doubted I could get my arms around him. He had a massive thick scar that started in his cheek and ran straight down to the base of his penis. That had to hurt like hell. It seemed as though he’d been ripped right open. How did he even survive it? Otherwise the only tattoo he had was the one marking him as a member of Black Cove. The one everyone had. The one I would get after I have my shift and formally join the pack. If I’m still here.

Jax POV We sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below. It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.

The mask covered almost enough, leaving only his dark eyes on display, when he noticed that they had more company he turned in my direction and his eyes bored into mine. He reached for his cape and tugged it down his head and face, his head was covered with solid black hair which was braided into sections and he had large earrings dangling from his ears, his chin was covered with a beard which had a streak of white hair on it. The cape exposed his thick neck which was covered entirely with tattoos, leaving no space for any bare skin to show. But my eyes remained on the markings, markings i was very sure to have seen and know where they were from. “Leave this place-” Ares warned, even though