Male Collar Bone Tattoos Novels & Stories

Familiar, almost. It hit me like a freight train. The tattoo. Peeking out from under his collar—a small, intricate raven on his collarbone. I’d seen that exact ink in one of Dominic’s videos, the one where he fucked a co-ed lookalike against a bookshelf, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded her relentlessly. My breath caught. No. It couldn’t be.

Not after everything mum had told me. When Alpha Colt returns, he doesn’t even look at me. He strips off his shirt as he moves to the ensuite, tossing it in the laundry basket. Just as the door closes, I see the large tattoo on his muscly back. It covered his entire back, I couldn’t quite work out what it was and wondered if it had hurt. There was also scarring up his left side. Running from his rib cage downwards. His joggers blocked me from seeing anymore and I briefly wondered what had happened. How had he gotten the scar,

Her eyes swept over him slowly. From his lean, muscular torso, down the ridges of his abdomen, and across his inked chest…and that was when she saw it. A tattoo. One she hadn't noticed until now. It started from beneath his left collarbone, curling like smoke across his pec, down his ribs, wrapping over his left shoulder and down the length of his arm. It wasn’t just art..it was storytelling ink, a tapestry of symbols and sharp lines. A Roman centurion stood at the heart of it, helmet tilted upward with a stare to the heavens. Surrounding him, a serpent curled and bled into feathers, and beneath it, Latin script ran along the bottom edge like scripture.

The delicious tingles sent electricity through my body all the way down to my core and I let out a soft moan. After he licked the wound, I pulled him down by his collar and sank my elongated canines into his collarbone that was exposed after he unbuttoned the first three buttons of his white dress shirt. Licking the wound, I smiled proudly looking at the mark that had formed. A crescent moon behind a white wolf with a crown tattoo on it’s head.

Even back when we were teenagers. Now, though…hell, I don't know that I've ever seen anyone that looks as holy-shit-hot as Marcus does with his shirt off. When I last saw him, he had one tattoo on his shoulder, but now they snake around his forearms and biceps and cover his chest. His very broad, very defined chest.

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

My little escape for the night to be with my number one rebel partner, Ben. I padded across the room toward my dresser, opening a jar of lotion. The subtle scent of vanilla filled the air as I trailed my fingers over my arms, rubbing the cream in absentmindedly. My gaze landed on the small mirror propped on the corner of the dresser, catching a glimpse of the intricate tattoo curling along my collarbone. The mark. My mark. With a soft smile, I turned to face the mirror more fully, letting the towel slip just enough to reveal the dark, swirling design etched into my skin. I traced the lines with my fingertip, marveling at how something so permanent could appear so delicate.

His mother was meant to place it around my neck on our wedding day. Just as I was about to turn away, Mia rolled over, her back to me. My blood ran cold. On her left shoulder blade was a blooming black rose tattoo. An exact copy of the one I used to have. The mark of the future Donna. Colter had designed it himself. He'd told me it was a brand on my soul. Unique. Irreplaceable. He wasn't just fucking a dancer. He was grooming my replacement. A younger, more obedient model. A cheap imitation.

Em looked at Mickey as she spoke. “Helll to the yeahhh!” Mickey shouted. She jumped out the of the car then turned and looked at the girls. “Y’all comin or what?” An hour later the friends emerged from the tattoo place, Em sporting a bandage on her rib cage right under her previous tattoo, and another one on her wrist… which matched the ones on her three best friends. They’d all decided to get matching ones. Nothing big.. just a little Roman number IV. Symbolizing the four of them and how much they meant to each other. And then the one on Em’s rib cage, under her hummingbird which read: ‘Made to Endure’.

he smiled, turning around before pulling down the collar of the sweater he was wearing and showing me a pot of paintbrushes tattooed on the side of his left shoulder. " It looks great. We're proud of you," I smiled. " Yes, we are," Sky added with a smile for the boy. I held my breath as I felt Christian's fingers caress the skin of my shoulder up to my ear before moving down once more, in an almost non-existent contact, speeding my heart faster and faster. " Will Cam pin her hair up to show off her tattoo? " I tried to focus on that conversation. " I hope so," Theo commented, drawing attention from everyone else.