Tatuajes En La Nuca 소설 & 이야기

I unknowingly rub on my mark which is on the back of my neck. As far as I remember, I felt the mark just there on my neck one night when I was rubbing my body to clean off the dirty feeling after having a nightmare. I couldn't see it so I had to wake up Tatiana and ask her to describe it to me. The mark only appears when I am in distress and when I am alone except for Tatiana. It has always stayed hidden in the presence of the Elders and other trainee wolves. It is a small Celtic tattoo like design of a wolf's head and it is slightly raised above my skin. Caressing it always made me feel better and I've unknowingly developed that habit.

Minutes after Danica worked out of the airport, a convoy pulled over and a lot of men stepped out of the car. People came to a halt instantly, knowing that they were either there to escort someone in or escort someone out. Whoever it was had to be very rich with the flit of current cars lined up and men whose aura and build spoke of nothing but danger. Dressed in formal attires of black suits, shades and comms in their ears, they looked more like assassins than guards. All tall and huge to a fault, they looked both ravishing and dangerous to the core. The kind of danger that pulled women close. It was almost irresistible and it made them all frantic and excited to know who was coming or who

A date, 12-08-1994, was etched beneath the wolf's heart. Other than that, I saw a vividly drawn skull. A large knife was plunged through the top of the skull and cracks on the skull were shown around it. In capital letters ‘FEAR NO ONE’ was scrawled around the knife’s blade. In the very center of his back, a large wolf’s head with a majestic crown sitting on top of it was inked into his skin. Beneath it, a map of the North was drawn. On the left side of his back, I saw a compass tattoo.

I read the same line at least a dozen times because he kept pulling my attention to him. He was standing doing weights, topless, just to be more helpful to my concentration issues. He was completely ripped. There was no other way to describe him. The definition of his entire upper half seemed impossible. The tattoo of a sun just above his right peck moved with every rep, just twitching away and taunting me. The only other tattoo I could see was a tribal one that ran from his shoulder all the way to just above his elbow. I didn’t want to think about it, but yet the idea of finding out if he had more that were hidden from me was all I could think about.

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.

I was trying to think about it when I noticed the tattoo on her neck. I was shocked. It was no secret that Zara hated tattoos. She was the only warrior who did not have any tattoos before now despite how good she was at drawing them. The alpha's tattoos had been drawn by her, it was a skill she was blessed with and yet she refused to have one of her own back then.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous nam