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My fear won’t allow me to be that whether I want it or not. Over the years my phobia of being used that way has grown and it’s unbearable now, so I need to make sure I stay with my head in the game and not lose myself in surrender. I turn to him boldly, surprised to see he’s already peeled off his shirt and is unbuttoning his trousers, completely topless and toned with a muscular toned body on show and wasting no time at all. Those tattoos are not as far spread as I expected, curling over both shoulders and one side of his neck, down both arms sporadically and peeking out on his hand. As he leans to push down his trousers I catch a glimpse over his shoulder and see the majority of his artwor

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

''So let's start. ''Yeah, let's.......'' We spoke the whole of the afternoon mainly about unnecessary things like between white shelled eggs and brown shelled eggs which produce the cutest chicks. By evening, we were done and he made his way out. As he attempted to grab his jacket off the stand rack I noticed a tattoo stapled at the back of his neck. It looked like a face but half of its face was that of a human with long fangs and the other part morphed into a deadly looking wolf.

I needed something more permanent to claim him as mine, something that he would see and remind him of me every single day. Suddenly, a crazy thought came to me as I sat up looking at him. I decided to put a tattoo on him. Not some painful branding with fire, but a sensual marking. Something I could put on his skin myself, slowly and intimate, while keeping him hard and leaking for me. I had a special semi permanent tattoo ink in the drawer which was perfect. It was dark, waterproof, and designed to last for weeks, maybe months if he didn’t scrub it hard and that’s long enough to remind him constantly who he belonged to.

Still, the admiration in his voice, that respect, was totally unexpected and caught her off guard. “Take my blood. You are very pale. I can feel your hunger beating at me.” She was so used to being hungry she barely noticed anymore if she’d gone weeks without blood. He pressed the back of her head very gently, urging her face toward his bare chest. She transferred her gaze there. He had a thick chest, with heavy, defined muscles. He wore ancient ink, the kind etched into his skin. It was difficult to tattoo an ancient. Ink didn’t stay. They rarely scarred. Fero had ink pressed into scarring on his chest, arms, shoulders and, she was certain, his back.

Did I say something to make her feel unhappy? I peer down and watch her finger tips follow the circle on the tattoo. If Zerdan had used regular ink and ordinary needles, the tattoo would have healed already. But he used a special kind of ink and paraphernalia designed for werewolves. So that the ink can stay put before the skin fully heals. “Hey. Are you okay?” I hold her face with my two hands as I stare into her violet pools, shiny from tears flirting to fall.

His face contorts with pure rage as his mouth mumbles, "This track isn't over! Stiles and Derek, my claws will make sure you both pay dearly for this!" The next morning dawns bright and clear over the mountains. I am practicing my ancient Shadow Fang Warrior movements in a private courtyard atop the Moonlit Sanctuary, with my upper body bare to the wind. My tall, lean frame displays perfectly proportioned muscles across my chest, arms, and abdomen from years of intense physical training. An intricately detailed black wolf head tattoo sprawls across my chest, looking fierce and majestic in the sunlight. Unlike typical pack tattoos, this one is a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes that seem

The heavy silver fountain pen felt weighted, like an anchor dragging her down into a lawless abyss. Agnes stared at the parchment laid out on the metal examination tray. The ink pooling at the nib wasn't standard black; it was a dark, iridescent crimson—synthetic blood-ink designed by the High Council to bind a fighter’s bio-metrics directly to a syndicate’s ledger. If she pressed her thumb to the glowing blue seal, Rhys Stormfang would legally own her athletic, professional, and public life for the next three hundred and sixty-five days. Her freedom would be liquidated to settle a ghost debt.

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.

Some time later, when their breathing had steadied, Marcus reached under the bed and pulled out a small tattoo kit. "Spread your legs for me," he said, his voice low and commanding. Alex parted his thighs without hesitation, his heart racing with anticipation as Marcus worked with careful focus, applying black ink in simple block letters that would forever mark him as owned. Owned by #47892 The tattoo settled high on the inside of the right thigh, close enough to the groin that it would remain hidden unless the legs were deliberately spread. The needle stung in sharp little bites, making Alex bite his lip and breathe through the pain while Marcus kept one hand wrapped loosely around Alex's c