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My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

As long as we weren't triggering any hormones then we were fine. "When did you do this tattoo and what does it mean? I've been wanting to ask you but I forget everytime" Anushka asked after a moment of silence as she ran her finger down my arm, tracing up my tart "I got that when I was eighteen and it is actually a tribal tattoo for the McKenzie clan..Every McKenzie have this ,both men and women just in different parts of the body.."I continued to explain"Men mostly do it on their shoulder down their arm and chest just like mine and women in their lower arm down to the hand"

Smugly, she tilted her head to side as she lifted her arm to settle her elbow on Nate’s shoulder. “It was quite difficult for me when you saw my tattoo that day, luckily, I shot my shoulder instead of anywhere else.” She laughed, cocking the gun she had been carrying. With her head leaned to one side, I could clearly see the tattoo she spoke of, as if she deliberately wanted me to. It was a snake's head peeking out at the crook of her neck and the rest covered by the bandages wrapped over her shoulder. So, it was not a ‘him’?

Taking a moment to admire my underboob intricate chandelier tattoo. I had gotten it a day after my 18th birthday, and I loved it. Dad had been a bit fussy, saying why did I get something that would draw attention to my breasts. He sure would have a heart attack if he saw my thigh tattoo that looked like a garter belt. I got that just over a week ago. He has yet to notice. I peeled the bandages off and looked at the bite mark. It was healing, albeit slower than normal. Feeling a little relieved, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water ease my achy shoulder.

“Shit. This stinks, you keep it.” He knew she hadn’t noticed the logo of his band on it, and he wanted her to keep it and find out later. A little souvenir. She caught it and threw it in the plastic bag with the rest of her laundry. When she turned around to put on her panties, he paid attention to the discreet tattoo under her left shoulder for the first time. A symbol and a feather. “Chinese?” he asked, touching it. “Japanese,” she replied, doing the button fly. “What does it mean?”

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

She’d always loved wolves, and having seen a painting of one surrounded by flames had given her the idea for the tattoo. “Thank you,” she gasped. “I hope you don’t mind,” he nibbled on her shoulder. “If I add my own marking to your flesh.” She had no idea what he was talking about. “I don’t mind.” He could do whatever the fuck he wanted and she’d be okay with that. He pounded her pussy, finally sending her flying with her earth-shattering release. She screamed. What? Something unintelligible, but she screamed. Her pussy tightened around his cock, sucking him deep. He bit her then, his teeth embedding into the back of her shoulder in the same area she had her tattoo. One final thrust and he c

he asked, finally pulling me out of my trance. "hm? Oh, yeah" I smiled, grabbing the plate he was handing to me. We went over and sat down at the bar, while I was still sneaking glances at Ty's Tattoo. I looked around his back for a more but didn't catch any, then I glanced at his arms and didn't find any on the right. So I leaned my head around him so I could see his left arm and spotted one on the front of his shoulder. It was just a basic Tattoo written across his shoulder in bold letters.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A