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“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

He grinned merrily, aware that underneath his towel a very obvious, large outline was visible. “Just been for a shift through the woods. Can’t recommend it enough for getting the blood pumping,” and smacked his chest with his hand in a show of strength. His grey eyes were animated, hints of orange and even some yellow showing through, clearly loving the fact Diane and Coraline’s eyes were glued to his crotch. I noticed the two purple shields tattooed at the top of his arm. “Sounds fantastic,” Diane murmured.

The yes we did some intense make out session and I will smirk kind of look. "You got a tattoo."I gaped, my eyes in his muscular biceps that now have inked with a tattoo. It was a wolf; a dangerous looking one. The ears that looked alert, eyes that look so dark and dangerous. Its two sharp teeth coming out from its snarling mouth. The artist put quite a work on the wolf neck. The dripping water coming out from his mouth can be seen clearly because of how good that artist did it. "Yeah."I looked at Chase who is watching sideways at his arm before looking at me.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

The spray of the cold water hot my skin, causing me to grind my teeth but it doesn't deter me. I reached across him, and gently tug the loofah from his hands. He doesn't turn to face me, so I applied more soap, and started scrubbing his back. Achilles back was covered with more tattoos than I had realized. I traced a red lotus flower with my finger. It had thorns wrapped around it, with blood dripping from it. “What does it mean?” The silence stretched. Just when I thought he would say nothing, he spoke. “Just a stupid tattoo I got as a teen.”

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

The man probably heard me coming from the moment I left my tent. The water was dark and still around him. The moonlight caught the lines of his shoulders, the broad planes of his chest, the wet gleam of his collarbones above the waterline, the gleaming silver link around his neck, and the wolf pendant resting on his chest. My lips parted at the intricate, swirling black tattoo of a growling wolf on his left pec. My eyes trailed low. Lower. To the stacked packs on his stomach, and lower to the healthy, masculine V that ran from his waist and disappeared into the water. My mouth went dry at the thought that he was naked. Naturally, I started rambling.

MARTHA: Mr. Weston smiled and entered the room where I had spent the night. His woody scent surrounded me like a warm blanket as he replied, "It's a tribal tattoo." "Does Doctor Tina have it too?" I asked, shocked, and he nodded. "Yes, but women's tattoos are on their backs. They are meant to carry the pack on their backs, while we carry ours from the front," he replied proudly, and my jaw dropped. I was still looking at him in shock.

My tattoos were still on me, not even smudged by the water. I was Wrath.

Then again, why did I get burnt by Ace's tattoo? I looked at my hands and smiled warily at the tattoo that made itself home after the burnt incident. The fire vines were back and printed on the skin of my hands. The vines tightened, dragging all my veins into my forearm, my right forearm. The vines only grew bigger at my left, clinging to my hand firmly like I was planning to cut it off. My gathered veins turned lava, reflecting Ace's as it took the shape of the same sword on his back, just smaller. The sword burnt up, and flames emanated from the sword, blazing and lighting the entire bathroom. It happens every time I stay in the water too long.