Ethel Cain Tattoos Novels & Stories

I stabbed him, pinning his hands to the ground and then I got my knife from my boot. I carved my initials and the pack's initials on his abdomen deep hoping it would not heal and fold back up. I wanted it to be a permanent reminder of all the things that he has done, allowing them to haunt him. I heard Caleb long before he approached, standing up to examine my artwork on the semi-conscious Ethan and handing the blade over to him, allowing him to take the reins. "He's all yours," I tell him and walk into the night...glad that the war was over. Now there can be peace.

I stood up, taking the bottle from his hand. " Soon we will begin to spread the word about the story and your help," Dimitri assured, shaking the man's hand. That was when a small detail on his wrist caught my attention. " Do you have a tattoo? " I let out, not realizing how indiscreet my question was. Ethan turned his wrist slightly, revealing the small design of a slice of cake. He looked a little disconcerted as he explained. " Short story, Dess and I went to a luau with some friends, everyone got drunk and decided it would be a great idea to get a hula pie tattooed on their wrist.”

Ethan stands behind me, tattooed arms flexing as he finishes knotting the rope, then steps back to admire his work. “Been waiting all day to wreck you properly,” Ethan growls, voice low and dangerous. Caleb grabs a thick, chilled bottle of red from the rack, rolling the cold glass over my stomach, between my breasts, then lower, teasing my clit until I whimper. He smirks, sets the bottle down, and without warning slams his cock into my pussy in one brutal thrust. I cry out, the sudden stretch burning, but before the sound even leaves my throat Ethan is behind me, spreading my ass with rough hands and driving his cock into my ass in a single, merciless push.

Ethan has dark locks with just a hint of a natural curl while his eyes copy his mother's eyes, olive almost frosted with a deep honey color. Katie shook her head away from her thoughts of Ethan just in time for her friend to ask, "How do I look?" Katie immediately replied, "Beautiful! Whoever is lucky enough to be your mate should spend all of his days and nights thanking the Goddess for the gift she has shared with him." A slow blush crawled across Emma's face as Katie's words meant the world to her. As she embraced her friend she said, "I hope I'm right about you and Ethan. You know I always think of you as a sister. Your mate bond would make it official."

Amelia POV I wake up and I look around trying to remember where I am. Oh right. In the plane. Ethan. I look at my side and there he is. Sleeping on his tummy. Hugging the pillow with both his arms. The sheet is dangerously low. I can see his muscled back. And the shape of his ass through the sheet hugging him. His back has several tattoos but there’s one that goes down his right side. It looks like death. With shades and clouds. Underneath it says “who dares wins”

BACK TO THE PRESENT Kane Hau Alexander's POV I took a deep breath before pulling out. Ethan was panting heavily, his body drenched in his own sweat, and his buttocks covered with my cum. We lay on the bed for a while, our hearts beating in sync. Ethan's head rested on my bare chest, and I gently caressed his head. “What does this drawing mean?” Ethan asked, breaking the silence. His finger was on my arm, circling my Phoenix tattoo. He looked too invested in the drawing, and his eyes never left it.

I needed more. The next morning, I found Ethan in the stables, shirtless and sweating as he mucked out the horses. His back muscles rippled under tanned skin, a tattoo of a serpent coiling down his side. I leaned against the doorframe, wearing a short sundress that hugged my curves, no bra, my nipples pebbling in the breeze. 'Morning, big brother.' I said, voice light. He straightened, wiping his brow, eyes dropping to my chest. 'Delilah. Up early for you.'

It coiled around Ethan's arm, deliberately yanking up his sleeve. His forearm was exposed. On it was a tattoo. A black raven with its wings spread, the lines smooth and powerful. I still had the design sketch. I'd spent three nights drawing it for him. But now, under the raven's wing, were two new letters: C.L. Chloe's initials. My expression hardened instantly. The air in the room seemed to freeze. Seeing my icy glare, Ethan's heart clenched. A powerful wave of regret washed over him.

Ethan's jaw dropped when he saw that his back, which should have been clean of anything including wounds, was now covered in tattoos. His eyes stared in disbelief, "Tattoos? How can there be tattoos on my back?" He shook his head in confusion and amazement, "I never made these tattoos." Xavier replied, "Sir, those tattoos are a sign that you are indeed the God of Medicine." Ethan still couldn't believe it. When he looked closely at the tattoo, he could clearly see that in the center was a big dragon with several stars surrounding it. When he counted them, there were seven stars.

It was rather abrupt to come today. Meanwhile, seated in the backseat of the parked Cayenne outside SereneCare Hospital, Ethan gazed at the blue tattoo on his hand and inquired, "George, do you think I look intimidating?" To conceal the tattoo, Ethan always wore long sleeves, ensuring it remained hidden from view. "Not at all. Ms. Jent doesn't know you yet. Once you meet and hang out, she'll get you. You seem serious. But with someone like Ms. Jent, who's nice, you can smile more. She's a girl, after all."