Ethel Cain Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

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."

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

“As much as I don’t like the idea of another man tattooing you with his claws, yeah. She’s going to have to use her claw to trace your tattoo, and you’ll do the same to the area on her that yours is on your. She already did it with me.” A brief flash of nervousness flashed through Ethan’s eyes before he shrugged and pulled up his shirt. I sat in a chair this time instead of kneeling in front of Ethan. That was something only for my mates. Poor baby wolf actually hissed a curse when I carved the sigil. He glared at me when I smirked at his reaction.

His mouth fell wide open and I giggled. "Well, trust that I won't stop you from seeing your movie, alright? And you can tell me about it later on at the hotel, huh?" I nodded while still giggling. Ethan has always been great with words.. He lured me in with his words.. He would always try to rizz me up with his words and tattoos because he knew how much I loved sleeve tattoos.. And he also got one at the side of his neck.. It was hot and made him look hotter.

Then, just as suddenly, the glow faded, and the holes fell back into shadow. Cassius withdrew his hand first, his voice low, stunned. “I—I got something.” He stared at the back of his hand, where a mark, dark, intricate, tattoo-like etched itself into his skin. His lips curled into a grin. “Fucking great. It’s the mark of my bloodline.” “Mine too!” Ethan exclaimed, laughing with unrestrained awe. He raised his hand for the others to see, his mark slightly different from Cassius’. “This is so fucking cool!”

Then he looked down at the kneeling man, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt. "You call that being good to her?" Ethan said coldly. "Hurting your true mate while she watched you create a child with another woman." He held up his right arm. In the moonlight, a line of ancient wolf runes ran from his shoulder to his wrist, like an unbreakable vow. "Do you know what this is?" Ethan demanded. Liam knew. It was the oldest mating vow of the wolves, a tattoo that, once marked, was bound to a wolf's life force.

“Cain found a look alike. He has more money than Croesus, for Christ’s sake. He can find a double easily.” “Xander,” the woman claiming maternity says softly. Meeting her eyes momentarily, she unzips her coat, forcing my pupils to narrow as she pulls back her shirt, revealing her collarbone, where a mark sits on the skin. It’s faded now, but it still sits there, unmistakably matching the one in the picture of us on the beach. “So Cain paid for you to get a tattoo,” I return with the roll of my eyes. Did she really think that would convince me?