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Though without him holding still while I was close enough to see it, I couldn’t read them. But I was immensely curious to know what they said. I could appreciate that unlike many men that had multiple tattoos, the same theme of art seemed to be carried on through all of Kane’s. Like he’s always used the same artist. My eyes slid down the outline of broad shoulders to a trim waist and down to where his backside indented along the edges beneath those silky pants. Mmm. Damn. He turned around across the bar. “So, I brought this stuff in here. He lifted the box. But you’ll have to decide where you want what.”

Hatch, who came every Tuesday with three garbage bags of laundry and always fell asleep in the plastic chair had one eye open. "Fine," Sera said. "Muscle cramp." He closed his eye again. She waited until his breathing went slow and even. Then she pulled the collar of her long-sleeve shirt aside and looked. The mark was already there. Fully formed, like it had always been under her skin and the burning had just been it waking up. A rune … angular at the edges but curved at the center, like all the others. It sat directly below her collarbone and glowed faintly silver in the bad fluorescent light.

“I will tell you everything while I help you bathe.” Once I am inside the bathtub, he picks up a sponge to help me wash my back. He places it on my right shoulder. Then he removes it. “I am pretty sure you didn’t have this tattoo before. When did you get it?” he asks. Instinctively, I turn my head to look at my back. While I can’t see it, I know what Caleb is talking about—the contour of a water lily on the middle of my back, a moon rising above it, and two stars on either side of it.

It was easier to lie when he couldn't see Karen's eyes. “Were you happy when that happened?” Karen asked, and there was something gentle in her voice. Genuine interest, without judgment. Sebastian let out a dry, humorless laugh and rolled up his shirt sleeve, revealing his left wrist, where the tattoo 385900 was permanently marked. He ran his thumb over the numbers, a gesture he sometimes made without realizing it when he was nervous or thoughtful. “No,” he said simply. “Why not?” Karen leaned forward slightly, genuine confusion on her face. “You have a family. You were rescued and got out of there.”

"I am so happy. Although I hate that you'll be staying, I am just too happy to care." John's eyes were locked on Luke's, specifically on the spot where his neck met his left shoulder. He knew what was half-hidden under Luke's crew neck t-shirt. He saw what was now there, something like a tattoo, lighter than ink but nevertheless similar to something permanently etched. It depicted a bear and a wolf leaning into each other. And around it? What looked like a fresh bite mark?

When the doctor opened his shirt to examine the bruising, I saw the tattoo across his chest. Sun. Moon. Stars. The family crest sketch I had designed years ago when I was pregnant. Back then, when I showed him the design, he had laughed. “The moon? You think you deserve to be that?” Now he had carved it into his own skin. When the room emptied and Kane was delayed outside by paperwork, Kael came to stand in front of me and caught my wrist. “Selene, I want to apologize properly.” “I was wrong. About everything.” “I’ll make it up to you. Just tell me how.”

But as powerful as those memories were, they kept colliding with Selena’s harsh words. He’s going to reject you, Julia. He just wanted to use you. I clenched my jaw, her cruel taunts echoing in my head. Kane hadn’t marked me. Despite everything that had happened between us, he hadn’t bound our fates together. It was a symbol of a true mate bond—a bond that couldn’t be broken, a bond that meant commitment. But Kane had left me without that final seal. And Selena’s voice kept twisting that fact into a sign of my own foolishness. Had he just wanted one night? Had he used me, just to walk away like this?

I say. He leans towards me and kisses me briefly, but he doesn't say anything. He rises from the bed, his cock still semi-hard. He turns his back to me and I sit up. His back is covered in tattoos. It's some kind of winged creature—a demon? Dragon? Grim reaper?—and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I didn't notice it earlier. He doesn't look like the kind of man to have a tattoo. Who is Damien Keller?

He must be very satisfied because he managed to make me angry and wanted to eat him alive. "You suck. You did that on purpose right?” I asked annoyed, hitting his arm hard. Kane was still laughing heartily without feeling the slightest bit of pain from the brief smack I had just done. He looked very satisfied to have worked with me and made me look annoyed like this. "Wow you finally showed the tattoos. I like it. You shouldn't hide the tattoo and show it to the people you meet out there." Kane teased me while stroking my neck which is now covered in purplish tattoos made by Kane. I really wonder what he was thinking when he created those tattoos. Why so many?!

Of course, I would be stunned, I’ve never seen anything like him. There was a magnificent tattoo of a bat hanging upside down on the side of his neck, surrounded by deadly snake-like vines. It looked mysterious with stars twinkling all around it and I could bet on Carmine’s tail that there were more under the grey Henley shirt he wore. All buttons of his shirt were loose, with sunglasses hanging at the end of the placket, and if his muscles filled up those long sleeves, he had to have some load in those sweatpants. ‘What did you say about my tail again?’