Novel & Cerita Male Collar Bone Tattoos

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

Emory asked, wide-eyed. "Super loud. Like thunder times a hundred." "Wow." Colt tilted his head to reach for his juice box, and as he moved, the collar of his shirt shifted. Emory noticed something on his neck a small, distinctive mark, shaped almost like a crescent moon. "Colt, what's that on your neck?" Colt's hand flew to his neck. "What?" "That mark. The little moon-shaped one. I have one just like it!" Emory pulled down the collar of her own shirt to show him. There, in almost the exact same spot, was an identical crescent-shaped birthmark. "See? They're the same!"

“I want the world to see who you belong to. Not just in private. I want marks on you. Visible ones. I want other men to look at you and know immediately that you’re owned.” The words sent a shiver through me, part fear, part dark arousal. “You mean… publicly?” “Yes.” His hand moved up to trace the leather collar around my throat. “This is no longer enough when we’re inside these walls. I want something permanent. Something you can’t hide.” He fucked me lazily while he explained his plans. A small, elegant tattoo. A more permanent collar that could be worn under clothes. Marks he could leave on my neck and wrists that would show even when I wore normal clothing.

"Oh, you'd know?" "Yes, I would know. That man didn't have a mark on him." "A branding?" I taunted, laughing. He tugged down the collar to his wet shirt. The T-shirt stuck to him like a layer I would love to peel off. I'd felt a sample of his hard, muscled physique pressed against me when he slammed my back to the tree. And I wished I could feel all of him. A tattoo showed on the side of his neck, low and almost hidden under his collar.

Satisfied with how he pleasured her chest area, Colt picked Mia up in a bridal style and gently placed her on the king-sized bed. Seeing he was about to undress himself, She got down from the bed and decided to do so for him. Taking off his shirt, Mia began drooling. He was muscular; his upper body was screaming perfection. He had perfect abs which she wanted to badly run her fingers over. He also has two tattoos. One in his chest area, just right above his left breast. It was a simple alphabet tattoo with the initials CRJ. The other one was by his left rib. It was a beautiful flowery tattoo. Mia couldn't help but think it fit him perfectly.

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.”

Amara “Amara.” He whispers seductively. I gaze hypnotically at his beautiful sculpted chest. He has a tattoo on his collarbone and another on his shoulder. I try to take a closer look, but the words on his neck are hazy. He looks down, tilting his head near mine. “Who are you?” I whisper. He doesn’t answer at first.

"Put these on." I looked at what he'd chosen. Tight black jeans that would hug every curve, a fitted black t-shirt, and a thin leather collar with a silver ring in the front. "The collar?" I asked, touching it tentatively. "It's a symbol," Dante explained. "It tells everyone at the club that you're owned. That you belong to me. You don't have to wear it if you're not comfortable, but I want everyone to know you're taken." I picked it up, feeling the soft leather. The idea of wearing Dante's collar, of being marked as his so publicly, made my cock throb despite how exhausted I was.

My eyes never left her back as I searched for it. Well, fuck me. It was hidden so well. She had a mural that was very detailed. Her mark was of a wolf head, right at the base of her head. It was an unusual spot to be marked but it’s not impossible to mark anywhere on the body. Most people marked on the collar bone so it was easy to show off. I guess if you are trying to hide it… She had matched the colors of her tattoo to make the marking. It was done so well that I never really paid attention. Though, looking back, her hair was done for the majority of the time. Very rarely was it up. “You didn’t need to rip off my shirt!” Jasmine tried to cover herself but failed.

Closer. Closer. Closer. “A tattoo,” I yelled. “They both had the same tattoo.” How did I miss that earlier? “Are you sure?” Prince Dante asked. “Positive, Master. I remember it now. Coral had a tattoo on her right forearm and so did Zane.” Master went quiet for a minute, then he asked. “Can you describe the tattoo?” “It was a cross in the midst of thorns.” When Coral raised her hands to pierce my neck, I saw it.