Dragon Tattoo On Chest Novels & Stories

"Can you give me the honor of a dance?” He wore a tunic of light fabric and the same shade of gold as me, with some open buttons, revealing the muscular and tattooed chest. Right in the center of the chest, there was an eagle with its mouth and wings open, it was large and proved to be very sure of itself on its flight. Descending through the abdomen the symbols of crosses stained the golden skin.

I was seeing his entire tattoo. For the first time. I lowered my hand, staring at it. It was the picture of a large wolf, its head resting over his right pectoral region and his heart. There were breathtaking swirls and designs made around the wolf's head reaching up to his shoulders and part of his right forearm. The ink of the tattoo looked so dark against his skin it was almost like looking at an actual mind-blowing artwork. Beneath the design his chest looked hard and sturdy and. . .

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.

I freeze. My breath catches. And he... appears. The shock of steam escapes behind him, enveloping his body in an almost unreal aura. A towel hangs lazily around his neck, but that is not what captures my attention. It’s him. His bare chest. His sculpted muscles, perfectly defined, still glistening with droplets of water. His abs hard as marble. And that tattoo. A dragon. Black, menacing, with its head stretching across his left pectoral, while the rest winds along his torso and disappears under the waistband of his underwear.

He was wearing a pair of shorts with no shirt and only then did I realise that he had tattoos on his chest, even more than Kain's. There was one that caught my eye though, it was a tattoo similar to one I had seen on Kain's chest before. It was written in a language I couldn't understand. It must have something to do with their pack. As Chase came close, he paused slightly as his eyes slightly glazed over. “You have Dimitri's scent all over you” He pointed out and my eyes widened. “Really?” I asked as I tried smelling myself and he chuckled before sitting down next to me.

My arms and chest were the most difficult thanks to all of the tattoos I've gotten over the years. As I carefully searched my chest, parting my hair to get a good look like one would do to a dog when looking for ticks, I noticed that the dragon on my chest seemed to look like it had large white-green tears coming from it's eyes, almost as if it had been crying and the tears dried on my skin. There were only three of them, but they were there all the same.

No one could tell that way that inside me was purely chaos. Vasilis turned Danae over, ripping the clothing over the spot where the seal sat. An ancient symbol in red and blue unfading ink. "Slit your palm and place it over the seal. Quick about it." Delphina ordered whilst Vasilis chanted. I let my beast slip and my claws dug into my palm, piercing my skin. I crouched and placed it over the seal before it could heal. I looked away from the leaking liquid that reminded me whose child I was. Who I truly was and how powerless i'd become.

I stared at him in shock as he slowly removed his shirt, staring at me with his bare chest. “This is what you saw." I gasped, my jaw dropping as I took in the scene. My mouth was wide open as I looked at his tattooed chest. He is definitely the guy in the picture. The tattoo was that of a wolf. Its head spread across his chest, attached with a little horn. The tattoo covered his chest, down to his alb, and stopped before his navel. Adrian was fucking hot. He was so handsome and smelled sweet. My eyes moved from his chest up to his face; he was just looking at me.

I opt for another half-truth instead. “Ah that, well it's a dragon tattoo I've had for some time now.” “Wow really? Can I see the rest of it?” He is almost giddy, and I see a little of the childlike excitement he used to show so rarely. “Well not all, because it reaches from my heart, all around me in a spiral to finish on my hip so can only show you below my chest.” I admonish him, he looks disappointed but there is a cheeky twinkle in his eye too and I realise that, being a guy, he really wanted to see it all.

I got even more wet and excited just by thinking about the things he would do with me and the positions he'd put me in. Gasping at the discovery, I couldn't believe it. No way it couldn't be, not him, not Mariah's brother. The tattoo was proof it was the exact same one, an angel with burning wings falling, it was in the exact same placement as well on his chest. Fuck! it was him, Danny's the guy from the fucking club.