Male Collar Bone Tattoos Novels & Stories

The collar at her throat glowed lavender, warm and alive. Nyxios took off her collar and led her to his bedside mirror. Under where the collar was, a delicate ring of light purple tattooed her skin. It was a magic circle. He pulled down his night shirt. A matching band was on Nyxios’s neck. His medium short hair touched the edges of the mark.

She has no idea who she is dealing with. "Oh hey Cheska right?" I said, as if we'd met at the mall. I know she's the one who took pictures of me and posted them. I would really love to shave her hair. "W-who are you?" She asked, trying to calm herself down after her terrified expression. Playing brave I see. I removed my mask and looked at her with a smirk playing on my lips. Her eyes widened even more when she saw my tattoo. Something on her chest drew my attention: she had a tattoo of a mafia logo, layered V and S with flames in the background, Villa Samonte Mafia. Who would have guessed that this babe is a member of the mafia?

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

I sent a different one this morning, telling her not to bother with dropping clothes off as I was heading home already. I wasn't planning on running into anyone and was totally taken by surprise when I saw a shirtless tattooed Rowan by the dining area. He had a lot of tattoos and they covered his left arm and part of his chest. I was certain I should've seen the tattoos before, but I was most likely too focused on fucking them.

It was getting long on top, but he kept it well-shaved on the bottom. I smiled as I ran my finger in a feather-like motion over his neck. He had a small mole on his collarbone, making him Look sexy. His tattoos on his chest, arms, and back were a mixture of things—everything he loved, from chemistry to wolves and his parent's names. Russell was the most mysterious guy I had ever met, which made him more intriguing than I could admit.