Romans & histoires Male Cross Tattoo Behind Ear

My face heated up instantly. I looked away for half a second, but of course my eyes betrayed me and went right back. That was when I noticed the tattoo. It was on the left side of his chest, close to his heart. Black ink, clean lines, bold letters. It looked like Latin or something old and important. I had no idea what it meant, but the way it sat there—right over the place where his heartbeat was—it felt… private. Like it wasn’t just a tattoo but a memory someone had carved into him.

"What? No." "Your hand. Give it to me." "I said no." Massimo scoffed upon my refusal to give him my hand. So, he took his own hand instead and showed it to me. "Your parents have this tattoo. Right here for your mother." I watched his thumb trace along his palm then stopped at the wrist, then he pointed behind his ear. "Behind the ear for your father." "How do you know that?" My voice came out flat, controlled, but inside my chest was hammering.

I watched as he left, leaving me covered in blood and sobbing. There was something on his neck. I try to hone in on it and I squint my closed eyes even harder as I try to make clarity of it. It was a tattoo. He has a tattoo of a spider on his left side behind his ear. It was red and black like the spiders that eat their mates.

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

"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.”

I couldn’t focus on what he was saying at all, my attention completely stolen by his bare chest. I couldn’t help but notice the armband tattoo on his left arm. The word “Moretti” was inked in a beautiful Old English font, with detailed lines making it look even cooler. His tattoos just added to that tough, masculine vibe he had going on. Then I saw the tattoo on his back. A raven, placed right in the middle of his back, near his shoulders and neck. It was so well done, I couldn’t stop staring at it, totally impressed.

He drew the tattoos in the exact places I wanted: On my lower back, just above my butt. Beneath my right breast. On the right side of my waist, near the bone. Chris wiped the tattoos with a tissue and applied ointment to ease the pain. But I flinched when the door suddenly burst open. I quickly turned and froze. Marcus. What the hell was he doing here? His face was blank, but his presence was terrifying. And that’s when I realized, I was nearly naked. In front of him.

“Well, we met at The Grinning Skulls.” “The Fallen Angels bar? In the MC clubhouse?” “Yeah.” Spider grinned at the look on Tex’s face. “Can’t quite imagine me there, huh?” “In some ways, I can,” Tex said. “You’ve got the ink and the silver…” He lifted his chin to indicate the spider web tattoo across the other man’s face, the tiny spider tattoos all around his neck, the multiple silver piercings in his ears and on his face. “But I can’t imagine you voluntarily walking into that den of rampant homophobia.”

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.