Cute Tattoos Heart Novels & Stories

"This is the reason we're in this situation in the first place." "I want to see you." I pulled the fabric up and over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. The firelight played across his skin, turning him golden. My eyes found the tattoo over his heart, my face, rendered in delicate ink. A permanent promise etched into his skin with my name. I pressed my lips to his chest, right over the tattoo, right over his thundering heart. He sucked in a sharp breath as I trailed kisses across his collarbone, along his shoulder, back to the center of his chest.

I look at him and I feel like I'm going crazy. With a trembling hand, I touch the tattoos on his left hand. I feel hypnotized by them. There are thorns surrounded by roses. The drawing climbs on the cloth to the shoulder and then descends slightly on the back and chest. It's a great drawing. I follow it lightly with my fingers feeling tingling as I walk my finger over the tattoo. Something is written between thorns and roses near the heart. A name. "My Forever Elle". I put my hand to my mouth and sigh. What the fuck is this? Is this a bad joke?

"They stopped suddenly, too, as if he thought we were a...lost cause." Tristan's gaze met hers. "Was there anything else you can recall about the man tonight?" She went to shake her head, but then something flickered to mind. "He had a tattoo on his left pec, over his heart. It was about three inches long." She straightened, making Brady shift his hand to her hip. "I need something to draw on." Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen.

I say, remembering how James could never sit still for club paperwork. Snake leans forward. "You see some crazy shit out there?" "Oh you have no idea." Her eyes sparkle with mischief. "Though there was this one call where a guy got his dick stuck in-" "Maybe not during dinner," I cut in, though I can't help smiling. The tension in the room eases as a few chuckles break out. "You got ink?" Ripper asks, gesturing to where her jacket has slipped, revealing part of a tattoo on her shoulder. She pulls back the leather, showing a detailed anatomical heart. "Few pieces. This one's my favorite though - got it when I finished my certification."

She has more cuts there, and bruises are already forming. They must have been traveling rather fast. I press down on her side closest to me and watch her expression. Nothing. I slide my fingers slightly over, just under her belly button, and press down again. She winces but doesn’t scream. I slide my fingers over to her other side, but before I press down, my eyes spot something familiar. Something I know all too well. A small heart tattoo. My breath hitches, and my hands freeze right above it. This can’t be.

I had gotten it two days after I left the Council territory. I was flashing it to her the whole day, thus the reason I was bare-chested while working, but my wicked mate ignored it until tonight. She was brushing, smoothing her fingers along the letters of my tattoo without taking her eyes off me. “Is this for me?” She asked, and her humming stopped as she bit her bottom lip. “I only have one heart, which belongs to the wildheart standing before me.”

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

I’ll need a purple butterfly over my heart, for Nova. “I think he needs one across his ass that says ‘Property of Nova’ “ laughs Aiden. Let him laugh and tease, it wouldn’t be wrong if it did say that, but I wouldn’t…though some gay porn I saw when trying to figure out what I would need to expect had some dude with an awesome flower tattoo on his ass…I’m not sure what type it was supposed to be almost looked like a lotus, but also looked alot like and opened rose and it split over his cheeks with the center being his hole. I’m not sure I could stand not sitting down or not letting Nova touch my ass while it healed, or anyone else touching my ass, or I would consider it because it looked so c

It was the same design as their matching tattoos, two hearts connected, one on top of the other. “What is this?” he asked as he glanced up and saw the emotion in her eyes.

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above