Wes Watson Tattoos Novels & Stories

He nodded, totally understanding what I was thinking through our connection. As he stood up, I could not help but let my eyes wander over him, pausing at his chiseled abs and then down to his pelvis. Right there in the middle was a thick, four-inch tattoo of an infinity symbol. Mated wolves have this thing where they let anyone who catches a glimpse of their skin below the waist know they have a mate. This tattoo meant a lot. A lump formed in my throat as my eyes began to water. How long had he been dealing with this?

“You like them?” God, that smile. My knees actually shifted under the table. “Maybe,” I teased, though my voice wasn’t nearly as steady as I hoped. “They each mean something,” he said, rolling up his sleeve to show more. “This one" he tapped the wolf "is for loyalty. This one—" he pointed at a jagged line with fire etched into it "is for survival. "And this” He smirked, pulling the neckline of his shirt down slightly to reveal a tattoo near his collarbone. “is just for fun.”

"Hudson on one. Mason on the other. How could I not ask about it?. It's not like you were trying to hide them or anything." I go still. The realization lands hard. Damn it. She is right. I got those tattoos years ago. Hudson on my left forearm. Mason on my right. I look down at my own arms for a second. The ink is right where it has always been. Loyalty. Brotherhood. The kind that runs deep in the parts of my life she does not need to touch yet. I run a hand over my face and let out a slow breath. She speaks again. "So are you going to tell me who they are or should I mind my business and go to bed?"

There was a tribal tattoo starting from the left of his neck and disappearing into his grey T which aligned with his muscular body like a second skin, she noticed the words tattooed on the knuckles of his left hand. W. I. L. D. His hair was the same jet black as Rasmus's; most of his features were the same except he was clean shaved, his sharp jawline on full display. He was wearing silver rings on the same tattooed hand. No wonder, that Lennox guy works for him. She rolled her eyes internally. They thought they could fool her by claiming him to be a vampire. Dorks. They should know she was excellent at pranks. They can't fool her. Duh.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

He had his name written just above the wolf tattoo on his back closer to his nape. She didn't think Dexter would also have a tattoo at his back just Jayden. Now she thought about it, the wolf on Jayden's back was the color of his wolf and the crescent moon tattoo on his chest. Only that Dexter didn't have a tattoo on his chest. So does that mean that Ryder also had a tattoo at his back too ? She had not see Ryder's wolf before to know the color of his wolf. Was it a wolf thing to tattoo their wolves at their backs ?

Whilst Isla was not the prettiest of the bunch, due to the fated bond we shared, she did have the ability to make me stronger, if we were to mate and that is why I wanted her back. I bet it would be so easy to convince her to come back and I was counting on that. At this moment, I was heading to the shower to wash off as I just finished combat training. My muscles were sore, but they were bigger now, and I had also gotten a couple tattoos on my arms. One was a sleeve which consisted of a wolf, with blood spewing out of its mouth surrounded by a snake and some roses to signify death. It was a dark tattoo, but I think it helped me express myself a lot, so I liked it.

Celeste asked. Both of his sisters made gagging noises as Wyatt rolled to his back. “Thanks for ruining any plans for a morning quickie,” he grumbled. “Tuesday,” Celeste said and heard him groan as his sisters complained about the suddenly pitched tent under the sheet. “Teuf, go with Wynne,” Celeste said, throwing off the sheet and standing up and stretching. Wyatt looked over and growled at her and she simply smiled seductively over her shoulder at him. “USDA prime grade A,” Whitney said reading one of her tattoos.

Alpha Anton P.O.V Today, I haven't much to do. I've worked so hard daily; I have done every work I needed to do. The pack was fine. All I had to do now was to listen out for any danger alert, which barely happened. Outsiders are so terrified by me no one wants to get on my bad side. Sometimes I'm so bored I want to take a break from my land for a while and chase any criminal I see just for fun. My wolf needed to attack and chase something. Sometimes my wolf felt like it wanted to claw its ways outside of me and run wild. Last night I barely had any sleep after Thruce had completed my tattoo. It is a bad-ass tattoo covering my entire chest and both hands. A word us to describe it how it looke

He seems like a really good person, who is honest and hard-working and thinks others before himself. He also likes to ride with his bike, which worries his aunt but he does it anyway. Ashton has a ton of tattoos, we even have a matching one, we both have this wolf tattoo on our forearm. What a coincidence! I walk towards my shower and take of my clothes and step under the hot water. I think about Ashton’s lips, they were perfect against mine. Being able to hold my mate like that was like all my dreams coming true. He felt absolutely perfect in my arms. And his scent! Absolutely divine.