Tatuajes En La Nuca Novels & Stories

Chapter 46 The tattoo depicted a slender silver ring, its surface meticulously detailed to reflect its gleam and character. Around its circumference, intricate symbols, intertwined hearts and delicate infinity loops created an artistic dance of unity and something…powerful, supernatural and extraordinary. The shadows and highlights in the design gave the illusion that the ring was truly resting upon her neck, a timeless adornment that spoke of a bond beyond words. How did she not see this? It was understandable that she wouldn't see it on her own neck, but what about Noah's neck?

A weight and pressure on my chest, crushing me and making it impossible to breathe as I finally made sense of what was on my neck. The skin was red and had deep scratches on it, scratches I knew were from me in my sleep, but under all that, there was the indent of teeth marks. The bit was large and took up a big noticeable spot on my neck, but the fact that it was on the left side of my neck was weird. Mates traditionally mark the right sides of their mate's necks and in the dip where the neck meets the shoulder.

Her let her regain her energy, besides, having her in his arms was a good feeling. He leaned back in the couch, getting relaxed. “You have your nipples pierced too. Didn't it hurt?” Caterina rubbed the pad of her finger on his pierced nipples. Hugo took a deep breath but didn't reply to her. She wasn't talking to him actually. She was just observing and feeling him and he let her explore. “What does this tattoo mean?” She moved her fingers on three lines near his chest pectoral. “Order of precedence. It represents the seniority”. He said in a calm tone.

Immediately, I jerked my eyes upward. Too late. Those butt cheeks can’t leave my head, not for a very long time. I hated that my face was getting hot. Then I noticed the tattoos. A black raven stretched across his back, its wings half-spread on the back of his shoulders as though caught between flight and stillness. On his right shoulder was a black serpent curled over his left pec, glaring at the raven with so much intensity while the raven looked lonely and, worse, sad. More ink trailed across his back. Script. Symbols. Lines disappearing beneath fabric.

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

Shit! Maybe deciding to pull his shirt was a bad idea. My eyes landed on his tattoo and I was finally able to see what was drawn there. “Wow.” I mouthed, my fingers slowly grazing on his tattoo. I couldn't help but touch it. It was a picture of a snarling wolf head, at one side of his chest. Just above his right nipple. I never knew Malcolm had sexy and inviting nipples. “Noelle focus.” I scolded myself, removing my hand from his chest.

Fear gripped him, he hadn’t had a tattoo in his life. "I don’t want a tattoo," he replied, and his gaze landed on Jake’s neck. He spotted a red tattoo of Ashley’s name on his neck, and shivers ran down his spine. He tilted his head, staring at Chris in the driver’s seat, and also spotted the same tattoo on his neck. He subconsciously touched his neck.

I asked her and she pointed at her shoulder. “There is a tattoo that is always given to people working under the alpha in the pack and it is imprinted on their shoulders. The soldiers all have it, all the workers have it too except for the maids and slaves” she explained in detail and I squeezed her hand gently to let her know that I had the whole situation under control and she didn't have to be scared then I smiled at her briefly before I stood up to my feet and turned to leave the office but then Damon held me back and I turned to look at him.

I looked nothing like my usual self. I couldn't help but blush as I remembered that Casper had seen me this way. My mind drifted to the mark on my neck, and I reached up to touch it. I was surprised to feel that it had already healed. In its place was a tattoo of a full moon, surrounded by a ring of stars. “This is beautiful!” My fingers danced around the mate mark. I adjusted the shirt on my body to give me a full view of my neck, when I saw the series of hickeys on my collarbone, which made me scream.

My head shifted as I looked up, my eyes meeting the man standing in front of us. He was tall and muscular with tattoos scattered on each arm; his jawline was sharp and his facial features were crisp. There was something about his demeanor that was just so cold and off-putting, but I couldn't exactly pinpoint anything. I continued to examine him before something in particular caught my attention. A tattoo was engraved on the lower center of his neck, the tattoo used to identify The Skulls. But that wasn't what threw me off, though. What threw me off was the word tatted right below it.