Shoulder Blade Tattoos Male Novels & Stories

Crystal stopped to take in the sight of her mate standing in front of the windows bathed in sunlight. His naked torso drew her gaze and she felt warmth spread through her as she gazed at well-defined muscles of his chest, and she couldn’t help noticing that he had well defined eight abs. He only had on a pair of sweatpants on that hung low on his hips. The muscles on his back flexed and he shifted, and the move drew her eyes to his back and as her eyes travelled over the skin on display, she noticed that he had a tattoo on his right shoulder blade as well as a new tattoo on his right upper arm.

He groans and begins to take off his top. Fuck. I hiss as I see his torso on display. His pecs are huge and well defined from working out in the gym like he does. His shoulders are broad and I spot a new tattoo on his right shoulder. I know all of Dante’s tatts from seeing him at family barbecues and in the summer swimming in the outdoor pool at Isaac’s. “What is that, it has writing on it?” From where I am lying I can’t make out the writing, it looks to be in italic.

Everyone knows his fights are really short. "What are you drinking?" He asks as he sits down at the bar beside me. "It's just an iced tea," I shrug, taking another sip. He nods, waving over Lindsay and asking for a soda. He puts his elbows on the bar and holds his head in his hands. He tugs at his hair. My eyes wander over his figure. He is extremely fit, but his muscle is lean. He normally looks very tall and lanky with his clothes on. My gaze is drawn to the tattoo on his shoulder. He rarely goes without a shirt, so this is the first time I've gotten a good look at it. It is a black tribal design with thick lines and looks like it could be a rune or sigil of some kind.

I’m spared from fainting because his back is facing me and the abs I’ve seen earlier aren’t assaulting my senses. But when lightning strikes again, I’m treated to one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. Mr. Cane’s arms, from his shoulder to his wrist, are covered in intricate tattoos. There’s one that creeps from his shoulder blade to the edge of his collarbone. I can’t see properly the rest but from my view, it’s already so damn good-looking. His bulging muscles emphasize the grooves and complicated patterns, making it seem 3D and textured.

I took my AirPods out of my ear and took a water break, I was checking what other people were doing I recognized some faces and then one of them stopped dead in my tracks. He was… Here, Mr. Arrogant ass. He was doing some deadlifts, I can't help but look at his muscle, He's wearing gray shorts that reach his mid-thighs, Sweat drips down his chiseled body, and when he turns around I see that he has two big tattoos of leaves on his back, spreading horizontally on the back of each shoulder. There is another tattoo on his shoulder, but I can't make out what it is from this far away, His tank top and bag were on the floor.

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.

He hands me a set of clothes and I change into them. I feel clean and a little better. He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the ground. I swallow a large lump of saliva. My eyes roam his body. Wow, it's fucking amazing. Toned and made up of muscle. My eyes soak it all up. Gosh, this image will forever be in my head. I'll probably be dreaming about his body tonight. It's now where I see the full view of his tattoos. I want to know the story behind them. He has a full sleeve bear tattoo inked on his right shoulder that continues till his right hand and connects to it climbing a tree to chest inked on his right shoulder.

I spotted a thin scar slashing through his left eyebrow and a hint of a tattoo peeking out from both sleeves of his shirt. I’ve seen this man before but where?

But I always wondered what Jay would think of it. "I bet it is." I smiled. He liked it. Which meant he also liked my writing. That was a big deal for me. I realized that he was shirtless and my eyes fell on his chest. He had grown more muscular, his chest more defined, his shoulders more broad. I had always found the flat planes of his hard chest very hot. But what had my attention was the tattoo on his left pec, right over his heart. It was the Serch Bythol symbol.

Deciding not to interrupt, I rest my weight on one knee and fold my arms across my chest, my eyes ravaging his half naked body. The tattoos along his arms flex and relax with each repetition, ink stretching, contracting and settling again. Ryat, unlike his father and brother, is the type to get tattoos on a whim, so there's a lot of them, mumbled and jumbled, all fighting for the spotlight. The entirety of his back is sprayed with ink ranging from wild animals, to reptiles, to random objects. The most prominent on his back is a crowned lion sitting on the left side of his shoulder blade. There are scales running along his skin like he'd hoped to be a serpent but instead got molded him into m