Dragon Tattoo For Men Novels & Stories

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

Much like the man himself! Asides from the writing the tattoo looks like Something older, darker, heavier than anything I’ve ever seen. It snakes across his chest in a pattern that feels… almost alive. There’s a drawing of a serpent or is it a dragon?, its body curling and twisting in a perfect ouroboros on the left side of his torso, scales etched so finely I swear I could almost feel them under my fingertips. His heart beats beneath it, steady, slow, eternal, and it’s like the tattoo moves with him, shifting slightly as he exhales.

Leonidas stared at his friend as the male got another tattoo on his back, the red panther tattoo being his neck being the only red thing in the sea of black creatures and words. The man doing the tattoo, a Dionysus Familia, by the name of Stratos, a friend of Loukas made him felt a bit uncomfortable because of his way of speaking and numerous rings on his nose but there was nothing he could tell Loukas to change the male's mind on him. Leonidas felt his eyes stray again to the red tattoo on Loukas' back, a little bit of jealousy filling him.

Wait a damn minute. Could Trinity like Rodri Darnell? My eyes strayed to him again. He looked absolutely majestic. And the color grey, looked so mouthwatering against his tan skin. The hoodie covered a part of his chest, but I could see the traces of dark ink on his skin. A tattoo. He had a fucking tattoo that made him even more sinful to look at. A low trim of a neat beard lined his chiseled jaw, and his dark brown hair under the hoodie looked messy and damp at the tips, like he had been sweating—

I knew right away that the tattoos were of dragons, or maybe one really big dragon with little dragons inside of it. Regardless, I found myself drawn to them. He also had a long scar that went across his chest and down his torso, but that didn’t make him any less hot. In fact, it made him look more manly. I swallowed the lump in my throat as Jaxon Develson, the dragon King, stood only inches from me. He had the scent of limes and passionfruit, and it caused my senses to be on high alert. There was no doubt in my mind that this man was my mate; I couldn’t believe that the dragon king himself was one of my fated mates.

A man who expresses his pleasure during sex- was and Will always be an ULTIMATE TURN ON! “Goodness, you are a rogue.” the fucker groaned pulling his heavyweight off me. I caught a glimpse of a black dragon tattoo etched on his broad back, the tail stretching to his right arm and covering the thick triceps. I watched him skating to my bathroom with his heavy junk hanging between his leg. He had a nice back, just like his front. And I happened to have a soft spot for finely built men; tall, broad shoulders, and abs sculpted by gods. Big dicks. Definitely big dicks.

He is so damn gorgeous. Their eyes met as he walked toward the shore. Charity nearly gaped at the sight of him—tall, strong, and glistening with seawater. She couldn’t help but wonder what their children would look like. He stood before her, dark and striking, almost bare. His toned physique was on full display, clad only in bikini trunks. A large dragon tattoo curled from the side of his neck, trailing down his entire right arm, ending just above his wrist. She had to admit—it made him look even more dangerously attractive. She wanted to know the story behind it.

And when I did, he pulled me into a tight hug and made my breasts press against his broad, naked chest. He usually doesn't wear any tops when coming to training; he was always in his hot pants. He had a large red dragon tattoo on his chest running down to his hard corned torso, and several piercings on his nose, brows, tongue, and ears. I don't know why he is fond of always hugging me. I try to let go of a type of strange feeling that build up in me whenever he comes closer. A voice in my head always tells me to stay far away and avoid this man. He might look armless, but he often releases a type of dangerous and dark aura.

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,