Porco Rosso Tattoo Novels & Stories

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

Alpha Lorenzo muttered, placing his head on her stomach with his eyes shut. Tinsley stood numbed as he refuse to let her go and just as she bent her head down to stare at his face, she saw a —mark carved on his neck. "Wow! I love the tattoo on your neck mate." She complimented him. "Really?" Alpha Lorenzo smirks naughtily as he lifts his head from her stomach. “It's not actually a tattoo, it's like a family birthmark and every person in the Alpha Royal family has it.” “Wow!” Tinsely muttered.

Her mouth parted, but no words came out. She had almost forgotten about this. When Lorenzo asked her to choose a design before, she thought it was for her. Instead, he had tattooed the most complicated one on himself. It looked like the mark of a dark, obsessive love, elaborate and almost decadent. Within the black rose was her name, written in elegant script. He had tattooed her name in such a private place. As her fingers brushed lightly over it, Lorenzo caught her wrist. “Baby, don’t touch.”

"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.

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

I lay in his arms, eyes half-closed but not quite asleep. Marco's hand was on my back, and I had my arm over his chest. We were covered with just the duvet, too tired to care about clothes. "What’s your tattoo mean?" I asked, noticing his Roman numeral v-line tattoo on his chest. "II XXIX? Like 2 and 29? Does it mean something?" I looked up at him, hoping he’d tell me. Marco’s eyes opened, and I waited for him to explain, but after staring at me for a while, he grinned. I sat up, eager to hear him, and reached up to touch his cheek. But when I looked at him again, the grin was gone.

I tilted my head to the entrance, hoping to see the moron walking in, but he was nowhere to be seen. "I love your tattoo." Paolo pointed at my neck tattoo. "Scorpion." "A red scorpion." "Inked by an expert." He cared to add before attending to another VIP customer. I gazed at the guy getting attended and to my bad or good luck, our eyes met. He flashed a smile and I quickly looked away. It took me a few seconds to realize that I kinda saw a familiar face. That's when I shot my gaze back to the lady seated next to the guy, Sofia, the daughter of Lazza.

"Alonso is a great guard, but he is also old...I trust you with Rocco, better...Finish your breakfast, and we can meet in the study." Maria stands and pushes in her chair. " I am finished now." She had hardly eaten anything, but I wasn't going to hold it against her. My mother stood as well, as I placed my hand on Maria's back and led them to the study. "Rocco is also here to give you a branding." I tell her. "A branding?" She asked, with that fear in her eyes again. "A tattoo...everyone in the Archangel family have one." I showed Rocco where I wanted it. I had it placed on her upper left shoulder, that way her hair could cover it when she went on nice occasions. "It will only sting a li

He didn't move, didn't try to resist me. I palmed the side of his head and traced the trickle of water down his neck, broad shoulders, and firm ass. Inked in tattoos, I trailed down his spine, working my fingers along his fine olive skin. “Hmm…” He stiffened and slightly pushed forward. Studying the area, I noticed it was red and quite swollen. ‘Una corona sanguinante’ was crested on it. A bleeding crown. Marco… My eyes snapped shut. I had never seen him this vulnerable, not even when he had bashing blue balls.

I stopped. The tattoos I'd been catching fragments of for weeks were finally visible in their entirety, and they were — extensive. Dark ink covering both arms nearly to the wrists, climbing his chest and shoulders, wrapping around his back in patterns I couldn't fully read from here. A skull on his forearm, a snake threading through the eye socket, dark red and black. Words in Russian across his ribs — I could see them but not read them at this distance. On his chest, above his heart, a single phrase in Cyrillic I could just make out: