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"I got this tattoo after I tried to find you, but to no avail. This black moon represents your bite. The circle of barbed wire symbolizes loyalty and the promise that I will protect my mate, and overall, this tattoo represents my oath as a leader to guard and protect my pack and my mate. You." Noreen's head throbbed. She couldn't comprehend what Thiery was talking about at all. It was like he was speaking a language from another planet. Thiery touched Noreen's lips with his index finger, and she immediately shuddered again. When he kissed her lips, Noreen felt it again, a slow, stirring desire, awakening butterflies in her stomach.

she insisted. Kingston obliged, and Romaine moved off him so he could turn over onto his back. The sight of her nipples hardening so quickly under his gaze caused him to swell even faster. Romaine’s breath quickened, her eyes closing in on him and his want for her. She cleared her throat and dragged the loving emerald gaze up to his sides to look at the rest of the tattoo. “What are these?” she asked, her voice hoarse. She pointed to the ashes dripping from the end of the flames. When Kingston didn’t answer right away and his hands stiffened at his sides, Romaine reached out and took them both in hers and kissed them.

Cole suggested. I immediately stood up at his words. “No need. I’m not a child, and I can walk on my own.” Reluctantly, I made my way back into the mansion and headed towards our room. Cole escorted me inside. I went straight to lie down while he took the scattered books from the table that I had been reading earlier. He neatly folded the edge of his sleeve before placing the books back on the shelf. As he did so, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his left forearm. It was a black dragon with wings, surrounded by black roses.

“Tattoos?” “Yes.” She crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you’ve lived centuries and never gotten inked. Today’s the day. Come on.” He studied her for a long moment, lips twitching as if amused by her defiance. Then, to her shock, he set the book aside. “Fine. But you’re choosing the design. I’ll only allow you to brand me once.” …. The tattoo parlor smelled of antiseptic and ink. Chloe’s heart raced as she flipped through sketch books, finally settling on a delicate design: a small crescent moon entwined with a star.

I said with a small smirk as I sat up, still holding her tightly. Her eyes glistened as she wrapped her arms around my neck tightly. "I love it." She said softly, kissing my lips before she looked down at my chest again. On my left breast, I had gotten a tattoo with the words ‘My Nympho Queen Kiara, ruler of my heart, body and soul’ Her fingers tenderly brushed over it. "I got the fuckers name too." I remarked, holding up my wrist, ‘Dante’ was written alongside one of my previous tattoos.

“But don’t come crying to me when you’re still sitting here days from now, staring at that tattoo and pretending it’s the biggest mystery in your life. You have the key to make your choice by getting laid.” Her presence receded as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving an ache in my chest that wasn’t entirely physical. The silence felt heavier now, the weight of her words pressing down on me. I stared at the tattoo again, my fingers trailing over it almost absently. The design twisted and curled, impossibly intricate, like something alive and untamed. It felt… ancient. Powerful. And yet I didn’t know what it meant in my mate bond with Lucien and Damon. Did it mean that I’m only mated to Lucien

Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.

A huge, muscular figure – at least six foot tall, maybe more – walks up to her. The figure is a powerfully built black man, with a shaved head and tattoos all over his thick, trunk-like arms. He is naked, and his bulging erection – easily the length of my forearm and twice as thick – points out at me like an accusing judge. For a moment, I think he’s seen me, but I’m hidden in the darkness of the back yard. They can’t see me unless I step forward, into the little pool of light cast by the lamp inside. The black man wraps his huge arms around the woman I came to pledge my love for, and he kisses her. Ellie reaches up and wraps her arms -so thin and so pale against his midnight-black skin! – a

The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care. I stared at it. Then translucent comments slid across my vision, like live reactions on a serialized romance app. [@BookTokAfterDark: Oh, she has no idea what that lipstick does.] [@SteamQueen: I can smell the spice from here. I am seated.] [@KindleKiller: He really put his weak spot in a velvet box. Sir.] [@RomanceGremlin: Buckle up. This is about to get messy in the best way.] I almost dropped the box.

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.