Black Widow Spider Web Tattoo Novels & Stories

She was paying well, and it was her apartment. She smiled gratefully and stood up, letting the robe drop completely to the floor. Her body was beautiful; her hips were curvy, and her boobs bounced lightly as she moved. As she bent to grab something from the bedside, I noticed a spider web tattoo on her left butt cheek. It was sexy as fuck. She opened her drawer, grabbing a realistic dildo; it was thick, veined, and long. She settled back into the chair, spreading her legs wide. I had to work from her back so I could fix her eyeliner as steadily as I could, which also meant I got a full view. No matter how I tried, I must definitely see.

Behind the desk sat a massive man with a salt-and-pepper mustache and sunglasses. “Chance?” Matteo asked. “Alpha Matteo!” the man said, grinning. “Take a seat.” “We’ll stand,” Nickie said, his eyes locking on the man’s hand. On the back of the man’s hand was the tattoo. The serpent and the moon. “What’s the ink mean?” Nickie asked, his voice lethal. “It’s about renewal,” Chance said calmly. “The snake sheds its skin. The moon turns. Life through death. It’s the mark of the Velvet Syndicate.”

But my eyes kept moving down, taking in every detail, committing it to memory even though I knew I shouldn't. And then I saw it. On his right hip, just above the waistband of his sweatpants, partially visible where the fabric sat low on his hips. A tattoo. A spider tattoo. Black and detailed, about three inches across, sitting right there on his hip bone. The world seemed to tilt sideways. All the air left my lungs. My vision tunneled until all I could see was that tattoo. That exact tattoo. I knew that tattoo. I had seen it before. Had stared at it for long minutes. Had traced it with my fingers. Had kissed it.

However, the threads the ants were pulling were clearly the radial ones, leaving the spider in the middle without any resistance. But the reason Ethan Brooks nearly jumped out of his skin was because he recognized this type of spider. Glossy black all over, with a plump abdomen featuring a red marking, its scientific name is Latrodectus hesperus. Also known as the black widow. The toxicity of the black widow is 15 times that of a rattlesnake; a bite from her could really make you suffer! Ethan Brooks felt like he was having a nightmare, as he would normally avoid such creatures at all costs, yet these ants had kidnapped one!

“You’ve seeded the feed?” “In weeks,” Sebastian answered. “Small threads. A dormant backdoor we left months ago that only activates against a particular handshake. I let Knight get comfortable. Complacency makes for deeper cuts.” He tapped a key; one of the status bars ticked forward a fraction. At the far edge of the room, the silent figure — a woman whose presence had been introduced only in shadow and whose name the world did not yet know — moved without taking her eyes off the screens. She was younger than Elara, less ornate, more contained, and when she leaned in, the light made her almost statue-like. Sebastian watched how she watched: not with hunger, but with a careful tempering of f

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

I smiled Internally, he buried his face in my neck sniffing like his life depended on it. I opened my eyes slowly and gasped immediately at what I saw. I have never seen my mate without clothes but today he was bare from waist to chest and I was shocked because he has tattoos on his body. Do werewolves get tattooed, I thought that was only for humans. His tattoo was so beautiful and creative, a big tattoo of a raven was drawn on his hand and some ancient word on his belly. He was still holding me tightly, his hand was just between my lower back and ass, my thoughts wandered back to the incident that happened at the balcony.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

Is he naturally built like this? Asher steps backward to give me the full picture. I see stars on his knees that match his shoulders. He twists, showing the rugged expanse of his back. I was right: it’s a church inscribed over his shoulder blades and spine. It’s lovely, but above it is the terrifying image of a spider. “Layla told me about the tattoos in the Bratva,” I say. Inching off the desk, I approach him. He remains where he is, watching me over his shoulder. My hand touches one of the stars. “What do these all mean?”

"You're away." She let go of the branch and fell unceremoniously towards the earth. Although unnecessary, Shane caught her in his arms. "Tell no one," she muttered, staring suspiciously at the web. "She doesn't really have pet spiders does she?" "Black widow," Banshee said, overhearing everything, "brown recluse, three species of tarantulas --"