Novel & Cerita Male Collar Bone Tattoos

Goosebumps erupted everywhere as the sparks danced between us, stronger than ever. Colton joined us, his shirtsleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone on his dress shirt. My mouth watered at the sight of his tattooed chest peeking out. Clay lowered the top of my dress to sit around my waist, freeing my tits. He and Colt each cupped one, weighing the heavy flesh in their hands and groaning appreciatively.

His wolf will give you his mark that will look like a tattoo on your collar bone. I instinctively rubbed my tattoo. I have a tattoo on my collar bone already! Does this mean that I...that I have a mate?! If it is a claiming mark, then the design should have your mate's color of wolf and your mate's name will be visible for all to see! I will have to get a better look at it when we get to Oregon. I was pulled out of my thoughts as our food arrived. The aroma made my stomach growl and my mouth water!

Ruthless but refined. Did I mention the tattoos? They snake up around his throat, just barely visible under his collar. I spot more on his hands, ink etched along strong fingers and knuckles, ending in a gold pinky ring that blinds me when the sun hits it. Big. Gaudy. Expensive. Like everything about him. Holy Italian.

I hear Tatum say. "Yes it is." I say as I continue looking up at the sky. " I wasn't talking about the moon." I hear Tatum whisper in my ear. I instantly feel my heart start to race. I look down and quickly move to the side and turn around. I look at Tatum suddenly realizing he's shirtless. The tattoo that always peeks out above his suit collar spans down his neck to his shoulder, chest, and side. Its beautiful tribal design holds many details as the lines cross over in every direction. I suddenly realize I'm staring and feel my cheeks flush.

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

We stopped selling it a while ago and haven't sold any recently. "However, the most important thing is..." He pointed to a line of tiny text on the jacket's inner label and then to the fabric's pattern. "The real label has raised stitching, but this one was printed flat. And this material isn't Gore-Tex, it's just regular coated fabric. "It's a poorly made knock-off. "And by the looks of it, it's not a sample. It seems like it has been worn for quite some time." My head spun. Was it a fake? Was it second-hand?

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

The buttons near her collar had come undone—revealing the faint outline of a black tattoo. Briella’s eyes narrowed. That tattoo… ***

The collar was made of white framed by yellow gold, and the white gold was tooled in a twisting pattern that reminded her very much of Rhett’s knotted triangle. “What does the pattern mean, daddy?” She asked quietly. There was a strong feeling of recognition, as if destiny or fate had connected the Triquetra and this vampire with her, like the looping, linking designs that both used to symbolize what they were. “It is a design special to me, belonging to my family,” he explained. Any other vampire who saw that design tooled into the collar would know who she belonged to, she thought, or that she belonged to someone, at least. Like the Triquetra, Talen was marking her as being his.

I brought my hands to my eyes, feeling a pain I had never quite experienced: my eyes were absolutely killing me. Caleb stepped out beside me, as he was finishing wrapping his arms and neck in a thin, clear material. It almost looked like Saran wrap, but it seemed to dissolve in his skin as he put it on. I couldn’t even tell it was there. “What’s that?” “Skin wrap,” he said, looking down as he wrapped it carefully again and again over his arms and shoulders. “It’s what allows us to go out in the sunlight. Otherwise, our skin would burn.” He looked her over. “You don’t need it—yet.”