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There it was—a tattoo just above his dick. The tattoo was impossible to miss—dark wings of the devil, flames licking at the edges. It sat just above where his cock must be. The image burned into my mind, impossible to forget, as I let my gaze wander over the rest of him. Every inch of his body was carved from muscle, sharp lines and hard planes that seemed to radiate heat. “Oh, you want the play-by-play? Alright, let’s indulge your little nightmare scenario,” he said, the dark amusement riddled in his blue eyes as my eyes shot back to his face.

The New Blue Dragon Ink Denver, Colarado “So.” Zoe Parish leaned back, switched the tattoo gun to her left hand, flexed her right hand and fingers, grabbed her water bottle. “You need a break, Elle?” “Yes, please,” Elle said. “Maybe some more water?” “I’ll get it, baby.” Liam ‘Viking’ Callahan got to his feet and dropped a tiny kiss on Elle’s dark head. “You just relax and take a breath, huh?”

Yup, this guy has a damn eight pack! Did I just go from Boston busy street to pure heaven! My eyes continued it's Herawood tour as I drift down his body, a gorgeous tattoo written with black ink painting sits beautifully on the sleeve of his left arm, my jaw drops open as I spot his perfectly outlined cock. Thank God for whoever created gray sweatpants. He smirks slightly, his big blue shining eyes bright as the ocean. They're striking, a contrast to his golden blonde hair and skin. I blush instantly as my eyes connect with his. The blood heats my cheeks and I glance away quickly.

Yup, this guy has a damn eight pack! Did I just go from Boston busy street to pure heaven! My eyes continued it's Herawood tour as I drift down his body, a gorgeous tattoo written with black ink painting sits beautifully on the sleeve of his left arm, my jaw drops open as I spot his perfectly outlined cock. Thank God for whoever created gray sweatpants. He smirks slightly, his big blue shining eyes bright as the ocean. They're striking, a contrast to his golden blonde hair and skin. I blush instantly as my eyes connect with his. The blood heats my cheeks and I glance away quickly.

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.

His skin glowed with the same bright blue hue as the cloth of the tent and the bright pin-prick lights which I can now see are a special variety of Starflower jasmine. In the center of his forehead is a large eye, inked carefully in the same glowing blue paint. Matching eyes adorn each hand, and when he turns away, another eye glares at me from the back of his bald scalp. He doesn't say anything, so I follow him, assuming that is what he wants me to do.

He exclaimed to the others. "Great show you got there." Said Agent Ariel standing beside him. Ariel has her hair braided, her arms have a wing tattoo as she popped a gum in her mouth. "Damn woman, that's why I like you." Amusement was on Agent Blue's face as he casually walked towards me and slung his hand on my shoulder. I glared and forcefully removed it, he grimaced in pain. "Easy woman, I'll die because of you before I get another mission." He has dyed blue hair, blue clothes, even he mentioned one time that his underwear is also blue! I always cringe at his style but he says that he wanted to stand out from everyone. Pretty dangerous for a spy where we have to blend in the crowd right?

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

Lilly chuckles when my eyes begin to close, she bends over the top of me and whispers. “I can wrap your hair in plastic wrap if you want to have a nap, Lisha.” My eyes open at the sound of her voice, “That would be great; thanks, Lilly.” Once my hair is wrapped in plastic, I avoid looking in the mirror. I know I must look ridiculous, and I am glad Tyler isn't here to see me looking like this. I smile when Lilly’s fingers brush the tattoos on my face. “What about these?” I chuckle, “The blue bottle is a mix of arrowroot powder, cocoa powder, and carrier oil; it will cover the Seelie markings on my face.”

Aiden, heart clenched with apprehension, stood watch, his unwavering gaze fixed upon her as she writhed within the protective confines of her own magic. In the ethereal dance of light and shadow, Freya's essence pulsated with an otherworldly intensity. From the depths of her being, a tattoo materialized—a fragment of a greater whole, its shape like a slice of pizza, etched in arcane symbols beyond mortal comprehension, beyond Aiden’s comprehension. The tattoo started from her left shoulder(the pointed part of the slice) and cascading down her back. It glimmered and shone stark blue in the dimly lit room.