Dragon Tattoo For Men Novels & Stories

I sat on the bed in the room and waited for him, he threw his shirt off exposing his well build abs a clear sign of countless years of hitting the gym, he had a dragon tattoo on his back and on his chest and stomach were faces of different women I could only conclude that he was keeping tabs of the women he had fucked on his body as tattoos and if I let him live past today he might probably add mine to it. I scoffed as I unzipped my bag to see if everything was intact, I smiled to myself as I imagined my next move, Alonzo was pretty smart and at this point I thought using a gun might just be a waste of time. I didn’t bother coming with one because it could have been detected at the door.

He hurt her enough already. 'I will make you love me Nyra. I will protect you and cherish you like my queen. I promise' he vowed. She should have a tattoo to declare her as mine. "You must have a dragon tattoo on your body somewhere, right?" he asked tentatively. That's his claim on her. He is a dragon himself. He would know what will happen between mates. So it's not a surprise that he would know about the tattoo. "There is an orange dragon on my lower back. I didn't see the clear details about that tattoo. I know it's an orange dragon" she confessed. Drake's doubt solidified. 'She is my mate' he confirmed.

“What’s this?” “A butterfly,” he replies. I lean closer to have a look. Right, it’s a butterfly. “Why?” I ask. He has half of his chest and arm covered in a dragon tattoo. A butterfly seems a little out of place. “Why not?” he asks. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow. He mirrors my action. Giving up, I proceed to fully remove his shirt. And finally, I’m presented with his mouthwatering torso with his massive dragon tattoo and rock-hard stomach muscles and–

The little pain I’m feeling in my neck makes it evident. But then…. I swallow hard as my eyes slowly move up, taking a second look at the image, and they find all the crazy details on his body. He has such nice and perfect abs, and the long powerful Japanese dragon tattoo on his body leaves my mouth hanging. I’ve never seen anything like it. I must confess, Alpha Arkon is hot and he’s blessed by the Goddess between his thighs. Can’t even imagine how many ladies have walked in here, and seen this hanging over them. This is sexually hypnotizing.

But for Raeherys they had none. “All is well, Your Grace,” replied Igryth. The scale tattoos on their arms and neck signified one of the old traditions in Draconos. However, it slowly faded as thousands of years had passed—forgotten. Only the people in Seagrad remained true to their tradition as they believed dragon tattoos symbolized their strength and vanity.

the dragon warrior informed Damien before he turned to face me and smirked. "You can leave us, all of you," Damien dismissed all three women in the room, who were all younger dragon ladies that I knew weren't his mate. Damien rose from the bed, picked up his towel, and wrapped it around his waist, with his back and hard buttocks facing me. I didn't see his shaft, not that I cared to see what he had. "You didn't let your fellow North dragons know that you're fit and here entertaining the women when you should be out calming your colleagues?" I questioned him. He laughed and turned to face me, revealing a tattoo of a black flying dragon on his chest.

"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 experience and wisdom. Green dragons are associated with nature, and gold dragons represent value and a variety of virtues." My eyes drop to his tattoo once again. "What about red?" He takes my hand and I gasp. I look into his eyes. He places his hand at the centre of his chest where the flame is shooting out. The corners of his mouth twitch. He's looking at me with so much intensity I feel like I'm going to combust. He inches closer until I feel his breath fanning against my neck. "Danger." He whispers into my ear

I propped myself up on my elbows, unwilling to miss the show. Each revealed body was a masterpiece of masculine perfection—Xander's massive frame covered in intricate pack tattoos, muscles rippling with every movement; Kane's leaner but no less powerful physique, the wolf tattoo on his chest seeming to move in the moonlight; and Dax, all coiled strength and barely contained energy, his arousal jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls. "Like what you see?" Dax smirked, catching me staring. "Yes," I admitted shamelessly, my gaze traveling from one magnificent male to another. "You're all so beautiful."

Deeper. León's breath caught at the sound of the voice in his head. “A tattoo?” Draco tilted his head, and a flicker of something like amusement crossed his features. He gestured again and waited. The choice hung in the air. The others had marked him with teeth and claws and seed. Draco was offering something permanent, something that would last beyond the aches and the bruises. León looked at the needle, then the ink before he looked into those silver eyes that held no pressure.

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a