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He licks his and then looks me in the eye. He stares like a caged beast that hasn't been let free in years. A very sexy tattooed animal. Sitting this close to him allows me to appreciate the work of art on his forearm and biceps. I would lick every inch of that ink if I could. I swear, I have not had things. Kind of thoughts just randomly pop up inside my head when I'm merely looking at a guy. I'm not some sex-crazed woman who goes around touching herself after a brief encounter with a sexy man.

Then he gestured his hand towards our back. "I'm Thunder." Then she leaned on the wall. "I'm Boston." I took a glance at the guy who talked to Rhyme earlier. A tattooed man. He shifted his position, then he pointed his shoulder. He shoved his black shirt to show me his BRIT tattoo, the fifth that I saw in his skin based on my quick count as I scanned his arms. I was stunned after realizing that Rhyme also had that on his wrist. But the guy named Boston had it in his right arm and it was bigger. I nodded to myself.

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

My body tingled, the pain on my butt cheek sending a jolting message to my brain. This time, he fully turned until he was staring at me. It was my turn to ogle him. Black and red ink ran the length of his arms, one sleeve extending to the outer side of his chest, and leaving his pectoral muscles bare. I traced the intricate design on that specific one, and when I made out an angry dragon swallowing the little red heart just right above his left rib cage, I knew damn well that any chances of redemption for this man were long gone. They were gone before decided to ink THAT onto his skin.

Some time later, when their breathing had steadied, Marcus reached under the bed and pulled out a small tattoo kit. "Spread your legs for me," he said, his voice low and commanding. Alex parted his thighs without hesitation, his heart racing with anticipation as Marcus worked with careful focus, applying black ink in simple block letters that would forever mark him as owned. Owned by #47892 The tattoo settled high on the inside of the right thigh, close enough to the groin that it would remain hidden unless the legs were deliberately spread. The needle stung in sharp little bites, making Alex bite his lip and breathe through the pain while Marcus kept one hand wrapped loosely around Alex's c

Andrew was sitting by the island, his back to me, his eyes on his phone, and, more importantly, he was shirtless. His back muscles were relaxed, but you could still see the outline of each muscle, and his tattoos trailed from his lower back to the back of his neck. His biceps were perfectly toned. His hands were huge, but not in an odd way; both of his hands had tattoos trailing to his fingers; I would have loved to feel hands like those on me, but because they were "his," I wanted them to stay as far away from me as possible. He was undoubtedly sculpted by the Gods, and if I hadn't known his personality, I would have been more than just physically drawn and attracted to him.

His chest and shoulders showed most of this and as usual his perfect six pack stomach never failed to make me want to lick my lips. I had left my blinds halfway up to get some of the cool night air and there was a fair amount of light coming through from the street lights. In it I could see the reflection of Mark's back in my bureau mirror. Mark had gotten a summer bonus from the construction company he had been working with and had gotten an enormous Baphomet tattoo that covered just about his entire back. My parents had freaked, however not as much as they would when they eventually saw the smaller version that Mark had paid for me to get on the small of my back. The tattoo was less than t

’ She says as she sends me mental pictures of his full-frontal naked body. It’s true, he is gorgeous. He has some kind of tribal wolf tattoo sleeve on his arm. His broad shoulders and pecs are well-defined. His abs, there are eight of them. Damn, if I don’t want to touch all of them. It leads down to his Adonis belt that is very well sculpted. I can even see the veins leading down to his impressive length. I’ve seen naked men before, shifting back and forth from human to wolf to human again, it is to be expected. None of the men I have seen though are that, Moon blessed. When his back was to me and I saw him flexing his muscles, I swear my brain stopped thinking. He has a fantastic ass. A re

At least, that is what I tell myself. Ryker doesn't answer me. Instead, he crouches low in front of me, his massive frame folding down like a predator that wants to toy with its prey. I catch the nasty manner with which his knuckles are bruised with scars, looking so rough like they have seen more than their fair share of fights. I also recognize the serpent tattoo coiling up his right forearm, with another tattoo that is a dead man’s skull circled by a crescent moon in blood-red ink right on his left bicep.

Aiden. He was sitting on the weight machine, performing chest fly after chest fly. His body was tensed, his tattooed biceps bulging, and I swallowed at the sight of him shirtless. His tattoos swirled onto his chest, shaped to his pecs, and there was a couple of things by his waistband I couldn’t make out.