Male Collar Bone Tattoos Novels & Stories

He was shirtless in both. Val didn’t have to point out the difference, as I could see it clearly. The younger version had a tattoo of two knuckles hanging on the muzzle of a gun, ending right over his heart, followed by a series of smaller tattoos that wound around his arm to his back. I zoomed into the picture. Below the gun were the words written: Con il sangue, veniamo. Con il sangue, andiamo. But the recent picture of him didn’t have that. Instead, the place where the tattoo should’ve been was reddish and wrinkled—a common effect of tattoo removal.

“Do I make you unhappy?” I swallowed, shaking my head. “No,” He kissed me deep and slowly before he pulled me apart, and I rested my head back on his chest, running the tip of my finger through every fascinating masterpiece on his chest. His torso was covered in black and white tattoos, from a Madonna and child on his stomach to a dagger weaving through his collarbone from shoulder to shoulder. A cross on one of his pecs and a rose on the other. A domed church on his side. A lighthouse on his left arm and on his right arm, below his bullet wound, was a familiar tattoo in red. I'd seen it on Savio's arm as well.

I looked nothing like my usual self. I couldn't help but blush as I remembered that Casper had seen me this way. My mind drifted to the mark on my neck, and I reached up to touch it. I was surprised to feel that it had already healed. In its place was a tattoo of a full moon, surrounded by a ring of stars. “This is beautiful!” My fingers danced around the mate mark. I adjusted the shirt on my body to give me a full view of my neck, when I saw the series of hickeys on my collarbone, which made me scream.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

I figured she didn't want anyone to hear our conversation since she locked us in the bathroom. "What is that on your collarbone?" She murmured. My brows bunched together in confusion. "It's a bite mark." "I know it's a bite mark. What type of mark is that?" "Okay, now you've lost me. What are you getting at?" "That is not a werewolf mark." "How so?" "Have you seen Kim and Reese's marks? It's on their necks, not their collarbones. It's more delicate-looking if that's explanation enough, and most importantly, it's red. Yours is black, and it almost looks like a thorn-like tattoo."

"So what did you do? He definitely wouldn't bring someone here for no reason." "It's a long and shocking story. I'm still struggling to believe it happened, especially in this day and age." Elena sighed, shaking her head. "I'm being held as collateral for my ex-husband's debt." "Collateral?" "Shocking, right? Your brother is a heartless devil." "That's strange." Sara's brows drew together. "Lu doesn't take people as collateral anymore. He stopped that a long time ago." Elena froze. "What do you mean?"

“Yes what?” “Yes s-sir.” I shivered, my orbs scanning his chest which heaved in lust. Ink covering his body. The type of ink you could trace your fingers on. His tattoos were beautiful and elegant. My eyes latched on a specific tattoo on his collarbone, -- Wings embedded in a thorny rose. And a writing just beneath it which said, -- Alis volat propriis. I wonder what it means? Humming, his darkened greys met mine again. The hand which was on my waist now slowly travelled towards my ass.

The silver collar felt tighter than usual tonight, the tag brushing the fresh hickey Mark had left on her neck earlier. Mark set the car keys on the shelf and turned, his eyes already dark with something new. “Before we go further, there’s something I’ve been thinking about upstairs,” he said quietly, voice low and steady. “A friend of mine has this place downtown. Temporary tattoo studio, like a flash session. They do those symbolic ones that last a few days. I booked it for tonight—right after you got home from the gym. It’s on your lower back, right where you hide everything. ‘Daddy’s Property.’ Big, bold letters, but they’re going to look like a real tattoo for now.”

I command. That is the last thing. Their marks. Those are like some kind of ‘hidden’ tattoo that signifies a specific position or designation in the hierarchy. Matt unbuttons his polo revealing his well-built body. At the left part of his chest, there I find what I’m looking for. Emma, on the other hand, removed her beige cardigan revealing her bare shoulders when her mark is perceived. They look directly to my eyes and their eyes glow. Matt’s eyes smolder icy blue luminescence making it looks like the polar lights, while Emma’s eyes emit red gleam and I’m amused to see her eyes look like flames.

That way no one would have to sleep in a wet spot. Malachi slowly unzipped my dress, it fell to the floor and I stood in my spanks, undies and a strapless bra. As I removed my spanks, I watched him undress. He removed his clothes quickly while trying to watch me undress. His creamy skin glowed in the dimly lit room. His skin flowed effortlessly over his well toned body. He had a hairless chest yet hair on his sculpted legs. Either he shaves his chest or none grows. He had a tattoo of a koi fish on the left side of his torso and a skull on his back. He also had a few random tribunal tattoos. There was a scar on his shoulder that looked like he had been in a bad accident.