Matching Dinosaur Tattoos Novels & Stories

I bit my lip hard as I stared at him. He turned his back to me, using his hands to comb his hair backward. His back... fuck. His back was even hotter. My eyes caught the ink on his shoulder blade, a dragon, bold and coiled like it belonged there. Its wings stretched slightly down his spine, detailed with sharp lines and dark shading. It was a tattoo that looked alive, like it was watching me through him. Just below it, a long scar trailed down his lower back and curved slightly toward his waist. It was faded but deep. I wondered what caused such a huge scar.

That every wish of mine would be fulfilled with him by my side. Laying down on my pillow without feeling any pain, I fell in a deep sleep. The very deep sleep that seemed like forever. On waking up, I felt much pain in my back. Something felt like a huge wound on my back, I rushed to the mirror to check what it was that was paining me so much. To find out, it was a bat tattoo. I didn't cry instead I felt so happy.

“Hey Evander, see the new neck art on your Beta?” I look at Mark, he and Tyson are sporting very handsome marks. A mark is formed by mates biting each other on the collarbone. Chosen mate marks are dry crusty and not attractive. Fated mate marks like Tyson and Marks’s are shiny pictures like tattoos. Tyson is sporting a red and blue M with a wolf howling. Mark has a gold T with stars around it. Seeing them makes me want to mark Marcella now. The full moon is coming. I’m so excited to sink my teeth into her.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

In the ring, both men were already standing in their respective corners. Alexandro wore black boxing shorts, no shirt. His muscular body looked perfect under the spotlights. His muscles were defined, not as big as Damien's, but more proportional. And on his body, tattoos. I had never seen him without a shirt under such clear lighting before. There was a dragon tattoo on his right arm, twisting from shoulder to elbow. There were tribal line tattoos on his left chest, and on his back, behind the shadow of the lights, I could see a large wing-shaped tattoo. Damien across from him. His body was bigger, bulkier, more threatening. The tattoos on his arms almost covered his entire skin, intricate,

Dana pointed at the sketches “Look at the sketches. Its like a jigsaw puzzle. Each tattoo has a part… one looks like an eye, another beak, another part of a wing...” Ben leaned forward and analyzed the tattoos. ‘She was right. It did look like the part she described, but it was hard to spot.’ He looked at Dana with admiration. The beauty of these tattoos was that they were embellished to hide the characteristic of the symbol unless one was familiar with the symbol or had a high IQ with an affinity to deciphering patterns. ‘His woman was special’ Ben’s lips curled up into a proud smile. “What?” Dana felt awkward being stared weirdly by Ben.

I asked, enjoying the feeling of Dante’s touch. “They went to the main house to make sure everything was progressing the way it should be, and that all the necessary items were brought here. I drew the short straw, or the best straw.” I went over to the shower bench and sat back down. All I could do was stare at Dante. Dante was about 6’5” tall, he is slightly shorter than the triplets and Benji, but not by much, he has long, lean legs with well-defined quads and calves. Dante has golden brown eyes with flecks of green, he has broad shoulders, and strong biceps. Dante has eight-pack abs, and his hip bones stick out just a little bit. He’s not skinny, he has great muscle tone, but he could us

His finger strokes down my neck and over the tattoo. “So, why this?” Jax’s words are whispered into my ear. “That night of the hunt, I mentioned that it was a pity it wouldn’t scar. I liked the idea of having something permanent on me to show I belonged to you. Then I remembered the bite and thought that would be perfect.” It was perfect at that moment. “And the symbol?” I smile. “If you look close enough, it’s the letters D, B, J, and C combined.” I feel him shift, and he exhales heavily.

I said, not knowing I had been smiling. “Let me hear.” “Damiano means ‘one who tames.’ Lions are known for their ferocity and untamed nature and can easily overpower and pose a lethal threat. They are not creatures typically subjected to domestication. Yet, there’s a contradiction in your tattoo since it has a massive chain wrapped around its neck. It’s as if you’ve tamed the untamable, asserting your dominance as Damiano, the one who tames.” I mused on his inked masterpiece.

“Take a picture…it lasts longer” She said with a smirk before turning around collecting a few more gasps as they saw the tattooed feathers that hugged her waist and dipped into there work out bottoms as well as the ones that wrapped around her thighs. Dracon walked up and turned her around. “You got a tattoo?” He asked softly as he traced it with his fingers. “Yes, do you like it?” She asked as she felt him trace the two wolves in the center. Red had made the two wolves meet snout to snout as if kissing which Elleanna was thrilled about.