Male Collar Bone Tattoos Novels & Stories

Pulling something out, he walked towards me, his strides long, closing the distance with only a couple of steps. I frowned at what he was holding. It was a collar. “You need to hide that tattoo,” he told me, stepping closer. “Put this on.” I stared at the collar, my cheeks heating. I didn’t like the idea of wearing something made for pets. As if he could read the expression on my face as easily as he was reading a book, he continued to explain. “It’s for your protection,” he explained. “You need to hide that tattoo.” I was at a loss for words as he put the collar around my neck and fastened it tightly.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

And apparently, he knew how to do a tattoo with ashes in the ink. Like the other veterans from his pack that had gone, he was a little surprised to find out that ashes from Duke and Rory were in their tattoos. And now she was getting Marley done the same way. Celeste was wearing a halter top that showed off her back piece. The Silver Lake Pack Crest was on her right shoulder blade, the Marine Corps Pack Crest in the center and she had already talked to the artist about putting his Crest on the left. Beneath that were Angel wings with a silver and black wolf between them. He assumed this was in tribute to Angel.

No need to make him feel uncomfortable, he deserves my professional attention not me sexualizing him in my head. “You’ve never been tattooed before.”I say and It’s not a question. “That obvious Huh?”His lips twitch faintly as he says. “Your skin is literally untouched.”I say smiling and I see that my words affect him as his jaw tightens slightly. “So What are we doing?” I ask. “I need a Latin phrase inked along my collarbone the Left side.”He says and I nod “Size?”I ask softly as my eyes inspects the area he mentioned.

The heavy fabric shifted off his shoulder, and that’s when I saw it. He had a big tattoo running up from his chest, over his collarbone, down to the right side of his neck. No, not a tattoo. A birthmark. Dark ink under the skin. The drawing was a wolf and a dragon, entwined, hugging each other, their tails forming a circle. My blood went cold. “Daron,” I whispered in my head.

"I am so happy. Although I hate that you'll be staying, I am just too happy to care." John's eyes were locked on Luke's, specifically on the spot where his neck met his left shoulder. He knew what was half-hidden under Luke's crew neck t-shirt. He saw what was now there, something like a tattoo, lighter than ink but nevertheless similar to something permanently etched. It depicted a bear and a wolf leaning into each other. And around it? What looked like a fresh bite mark?

She needed to get a grip if she did not want Colter to think of her as a weirdo. No matter how much she collected herself, the sight that welcomed her was too much: Colter in just a towel. "Jesus Christ!" Vida shrieked and dodged back again. Holy smokes, Vida thought to herself. How will she survive this night? Vida knew from the start that Julie was built just by looking at his physique, but that was pure speculation. But now, it has been confirmed. Colter's body seemed to be carved from marble. Every muscle was defined, clearly indicating that he's physically active in whatever sport he does. In a split second, she also noticed small scars scattered across his chest and arms probably going

The only word that came to mind was drool worthy. My eyes were drawn to the tattoos that littered his body. The ones that lined his chest and ribs caught my attention and I badly wanted to know what they were. My fingers twitched at my sides wanting to go over there and run them across the tattoos. He threw his shirt off to the side and turned fully towards me. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "What are your tattoos of?" "Oh these." He glanced down at the ones on his chest. "This one," He pointed to the symbol on his left peck. "is the Marine's symbol. And this says 'Move mountains or die trying'." He touched the quote that was on his ribs.

But as I examined every inch of his body, Capell grew visibly embarrassed. Poor thing! He shouldn't have such an expression. There is nothing particularly captivating and enticing about him, except for his decorated torso. Just below his waistline, I noticed a tattoo—a beautifully drawn, colored crow. The part holding the tail was covered by his towel, and I instantly took my mind off any further speculation. But how could he have a tattoo in such a delicate place? People like Capell are rarely bold enough to do what they truly desire, or perhaps Capell isn't one of those.

He's a ball of energy as he shows us to the back room where there is a whole wall display for collars of all colours and designs. "Are you thinking metal or leather?" Demi asks and shows us both sections. "Metal I think, so it's discreet for everyday wear," Marcus says while looking at them all. I look at the chain collars and like a black titanium chain with a combination lock. That means it won't have a padlock or keys which will be more discreet and practical. "What about this one?" I ask and Marcus comes over and smiles. "It's amazing, can we get it shorter so it'll sit on his collar bones?" Marcus says and Demi takes it out of the case and shows us where he can take some of the links ou