Xoxo Tattoo Ideas Romane & Geschichten

I’m sure I am and that makes me inwardly smile. We sit on the beach, X behind me while I snuggle into his warm comforting arms. Amongst us are way too many people, it’s okay though, the more people around the less apparent the hole in my heart feels. I trace my finger over X's tattoo on his forearm, an eagle, it’s becoming therapy to me. “Would you ever get one?” He asks into my hair and through my ear. “I don’t know, maybe one day if it feels right,” I say shrugging my shoulders slightly.

When we entered the bathroom, he set me on the counter before going over to the tub and turning on the facets. He loaded the bathtub up with salts, sweet smelling oils, and bubble bath. I watched him the whole time he worked, admiring his firm ass and broad shoulders. The Goddess sure took her time when she made Xander. I noticed a large tattoo across his back, another picture of the forest but with more wolves, all howling at the crescent moon above. It must be to honor his role as Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack.

Dylan had a long history with so many people and then I realized how he operated… he made more friends than enemies and as for enemies, he made sure to kill every last of them that there would be no one to hold a grudge against. Classic him. “What kind of tattoo do you want, Mr Xavier?” I didn't realize someone was standing before us. “What do you think I should do, milkweed?” He asked his voice in a low gruff. “I don't know, a rose? Or a bird…” I let my voice trail trying to think of something meaningful. “I love birds, freedom, flight, survival and a will to live, poetic but true” I shut my eyes and opened them, my heart skipped two beats in half a second… I was falling deeply for this man

“You’ll be okay soon. Try to relax. It’s okay.” In a daze, I trace my fingertips over the tattoos on his chest, studying them with hazy curiosity. My breathing slows, my heart rate calming. The sound of the hotel room’s ventilation is a distant hum in my ear, white noise that helps my mind settles. I tap Xander’s chest tattoo, the one in the shape of a dove over his heart. “What’s this one supposed to mean?” I ask, barely above a whisper. “To honor my mother,” he says. I’m surprised by his honesty.

Lori- right back shoulder! Xander- no I have a tattoo on my back, in middle almost lower back. Lori- yes a Phenix on fire!.. but I am talking about the wing like tattoo. It's like a hidden inscription or something but it's really beautiful. Xander- i only have one tattoo!... Lori would you mind if my brother come over?.. Lori- no, i want to go check Rossy anyway so you two can talk. Xander- we are mates, you need to be here too.

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

The reset button got pressed each time I was reborn. My eyes drank in my boys. Xander’s tattoos were always incredibly sexy to me. The additional sigils only added to that. Kai’s body lacked tattoos, but I now show how delectable he looked with them. “I think you need tattoos as well, handsome,” I murmured. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck. “Will you get some too? I love how it looks on you,” he said. I nodded eagerly. I had already been wanting tattoos. I always wanted them growing up, but it was not a good idea living in a pack that would rather poison me than give me a tattoo.

Tattoos are usually an expression of oneself. She hesitates for a moment; I can see the turmoil in her eyes but eventually she nods. CJ comes closer to me and turns around. I grab the back of the tank top and lift it over her head while her arms are crossed in her front. The realistic tattoo is a full-colored piece with an intricate golden bird cage in the center with a wolf’s head howling at the moon, an owl with its wings open, and portraits of a bear, fox and mouse intermingled with beautiful wildflowers. I run my fingers over the tattoo. Tingles touch my fingertips sending pleasure through me, but what gets me more are the scars I feel and not just a few but many scars. Now that I think

He didn't seem to notice my little show though, but his gaze often settled on me. We finally settled on a design; a beautiful, delicate tattoo of a phoenix feather that curled and twisted into the shape of a blooming rose. It was perfect. The phoenix, a symbol of rebirth and transformation, and the rose, a symbol of beauty and growth. "It’s beautiful," I breathed, my eyes wide. "I love it." He smiled. "Good. Now, where do you want it? The location is important. It can make or break the design." I had no idea. "Where's the least painful area?" I asked sheepishly.