Dominant Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.

Athena looked back at her with a similar frown, unable to understand the reason for her such expression. "Yes, and girls, I found something else as well." Athena said with a grin, making them frown at her while she ignored Suzanne's weird expression. She didn't want to think of anything else at that moment. "What is it?" Suzanne asked with a frown. Her tone was getting less and less warmer every second. "The letter 'N' was tattooed on Dominic's waist. That tattoo is the same as the sign in the book." Athena exclaimed with widened eyes, ready to get some reaction from their friends.

Chapter Fifty-One Sin’s nails trailed across my arms as we lay facing each other, I played with the pendant of his necklace. Tracing my fingers over the swirling design, “Who is your dominant?” “Let's save that for another time,” he said. Grabbing my hand and kissing my fingertips, “Why don’t you rest for a bit and then I’ll take you back to your mates?” “I thought you wanted a night?” I said, my eyes slipping shut as his fingers moved through my hair.

Landon begins to pull me and we ran across the street leaving Hugo and Dominique behind. We entered the tattoo parlor shop and a tattoo artist quickly entertained us since he knew Landon. He was letting me decide on what tattoo design I would want to get for us and I was challenged that he gave me such opportunity knowing that he has had lots of other tattoos. I was flipping through the pages of the brochure in terms of searching for a design that would pass Landon's taste. Actually, one design quickly caught my attention and I wondered if Landon would even love it. It was really simple and I loved it the second I saw it.

I already knew what I wanted to do, so I took off my shirt. “What will it be, boss?” Ash asked after she had everything set up and was ready to go. Slipping on the black latex gloves over her dainty fingers. She styled her dark red hair atop her head, keeping it out of the way. I have wanted to get this tattoo for a long time, but there just hasn’t been time. So I point to the spot next to Tess’s name. “I want a teddy bear with button eyes, with a crown or tiara on its head.”

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

Though the temptation to design a provocative symbol lingered, I knew that discretion was paramount in this delicate balance of power. With a firm resolve, I settled on the image of a bestial monster, its form twisting and contorting across his expansive canvas of skin. As I meticulously worked the tattoo machine, I couldn't shake the irony of the situation. He, the powerful alpha, was now immortalized as the very embodiment of the beast he portrayed in my art. For the next thirty minutes, a profound silence enveloped us, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the tattoo machine. In that stillness, I found solace in the meticulous precision of my craft, each stroke a deliberate act of defiance a

The defined ridges of his shoulders and trapezius muscles stood out, evidence of his strength and physique. Even If it wasn’t my first time, I was always drawn to the tattoo there. It was a mesmerizing blend of art. A majestic dragon’s head dominated his upper back, its scales shimmering like diamonds in the soft light. The dragon’s body curled around his lower torso, its tail snaking down to his lower back where it merged with a Celtic knot pattern. The tattoo always seemed to come alive when his muscles flexed as it did now. His long dark hair fell around his shoulders, water droplets clinging to the strands, wet locks contrasting against his bronze skin.

He has a full sleeve bear tattoo inked on his right shoulder that continues till his right hand and connects to it climbing a tree to chest inked on his right shoulder. I wander why he chose a bear. The rest of his chest is covered in a red dragon blowing fire, it has complicated black outlines. It's gorgeous. I take a stand and inch closer to Roman. My fingers trace the patterns and swirls of the dragon. It's a much different style as compared to the others and unique. I wonder why he got it? I meet his gaze. "It's a Waborri tattoo.The Japanese see dragons as benefactors and protectors of mankind. Dragon tattoos symbolise bravery, wisdom, and strength. Black dragons are associated with expe

“Liking you is my own business. It has nothing to do with you.” Dominic, still slightly coherent, heard her words, and an indescribable unease swelled in his chest. He wanted to say something to her but didn’t know where to begin. In the end, he stayed silent. The room fell into stillness. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring light and accidentally exposed the tattoo on his side. It was the initials “C.B.” Every night, when passion brought them close, she would lie in his arms, gaze at the tattoo, and ask him what it meant.