His And Hers Tattoos Novels & Stories

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

"Well, you could just be wearing like contacts or something, and even if you are twins, how would I know who is who and who to trust?" He rolls his eyes. "Oh, that's an easy one." "How so?" I challenge. "We each have a distinct tattoo." " I didn't see any tattoo on him," I admit. "What kind of tattoo is it?" "It's a marking of who we are and later whom we are mated to." "Oh, yeah, I didn't see one on Sam." "Were you really paying attention?" He steps closer, allowing me to smell his earthy scent. "It's on our thigh right next to our ... well, you get the point."

Ain't it fun? Nataliad dances again, of course, sexily dancing on the beat. She was still tweaking her hair up, teasing me more to reveal her bare back and neck. I noticed that she had a tattoo on the lower back of her neck. It's small, but I can clearly see what it says. Her tattoo says, "Hakuna Matata." Nice! Is it just a coincidence? Because I also have a tattoo like that on the back of my hips and a symbol on the back of my neck. ‘Meant to be? Yay!’ Okay, so what? Just with matching tattoos, does that mean we are meant to be? That’s absurd!

his voice dropped lower, heavy with hurt. Before she could say anything, he lifted his sleeve, revealing a tattoo on his arm. It was the one with a woman’s face, half-hidden behind a rose. “The rose is for my best friend,” he said quietly. “Isabella. And the woman is my mother. They both loved roses, always spending time together in the garden.” he chuckled darkly, the sound sharp and empty. Then he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his other tattoos. He pointed at where the word Little Bird was inked in elegant cursive. “This one’s for you, my love.”

Grabbing the hem of my hoodie, I threw it over her head and let my eyes feast on her beautiful body, her slightly tanned skin glistening in the moonlight and decorated with black ink similar to mine. Eight tattoos, she had told me. The first one I had already seen before was on her right upper arm, a wolf standing over a half moon, howling. I knew there was an infinity made of flowers on the inside of her right wrist. I found the next on her sternum, another half moon but with a sword piercing through it. But what took my breath away was the intricate flowers and branches beneath her left breast that stretched up all the way to her back. There were two birds sitting amidst those bloomed flow

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

I asked myself as I backed away weakly and nervously looking at the two Koi tattoos behind him. 'It's a Koi… Yin Yang… And the tattoo on her back isn't a moon.'

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some bitch you met years ago!” Hades moved closer, his gaze intense. He was about to inject her when the tattoo on her shoulder caught his eye. The dragon. He dropped his hand, his fingers tracing the outline of the ink. A flimsy excuse to cover her gunshot wound. Interesting.

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

I had always imagined how romantic it was going to be, but right now, it hurts more than it pleases me. He had tattoos on his chest, arms, and hand. The tattoo on his chest had words I couldn't read because it was way too tiny; A lion on his arm with words I still couldn't read because they weren't English; and a rose on his arm with his mother's name tattooed in it.