Page 31 of Driven Wild By The Grizzly

This is it. This is where he gives me his mark, so the whole world will know I’m his. We’ll be permanently bonded.

“Give it to me,” I gasp out. “I want your mark, Ethan. I want all of you.”

He lets out a roar. The sound of his bear. Yearning pours through me. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.

And his teeth bite down.Owww.My eyes tear up as those sharp canines pierce my skin. But I don’t pull away. I hold still, giving myself to him. At the same time, his cock pounds me harder. Pain and pleasure mingle in an incredible harmony. The back of my neck and my pussy are two epicenters of ecstasy, and every bit of me is alive to him. My mate, claiming me body and soul. Making me his, forever.

When he unleashes a roar and shoots his hot seed inside me, I’m ready for him. I orgasm around his ejaculating cock, again and again, until he’s flooded my womb and we’re both spent.

12

Jessica

“Well, I’ll be damned! That old bus?” Ethan’s grandad slaps his thigh and laughs until tears leak from the corners of his emerald-green eyes. “I knew it, I just knew it, Kiddo.”

Ethan lets off a growl. “Less of the Kiddo, grandad. How many times?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Norman pats his grandson’s hand and throws me a wink. “He’s always gonna be the baby of the family to me, no matter how big and burly and famous he is.”

Ethan shakes his head. “Not famous. I design apps. That’s all.”

“One of the biggest sellers in the App store.” Norman crooks one of his thick, gray eyebrows. “You know that, my dear?”

“I sure do.” I reach for Ethan’s hand, unable to resist a small smile. I can see that Norman is a handful, but the love between the two bear shifters is obvious.

Norman adjusts his position in the hospital bed and Ethan darts forward to help him. Apparently his hip is healing well after the operation and he should be home in a week or so.

“You can’t imagine how grumpy he was when I asked him to take over the route,” Norman says.

“Not true,” Ethan mumbles, staring at his feet. “I was happy to help.”

“Oh, I know you’re always ready to help out your old grandad. I also know you’re not the most sociable guy in the world. But I just had a feeling…” Norman’s eyes twinkle as he looks at me again. He holds out one of his massive paws and I take it. “Welcome to the family my dear. I’m so happy that Ethan has found you.”

“Thank you,” I say, and suddenly, I’m blinking back tears. I love the thought of being part of Ethan’s big, rough and tumble family. All these years, it’s just been me and Ricky. We’ve always looked out for each other, but I know we’ve both longed for a big, rowdy family. Now, Ricky is starting to warm up to Ethan, and I hope he’ll soon get to know the others, too, so we can all hang out together.

The door of the room swings open and two huge men stride in, one carrying a big bunch of flowers and the other a six-pack of beer tucked under his arm.

Ethan slides his arm around my waist. “Jessica, meet my brothers, Lucas and Noah.”

Lucas strides forward, hand outstretched. “Good to meet you, Jessica.” He’s the oldest of the three, I figure. He has a serious, straightforward look to him.

“Hey, Jessica.” Noah shakes my hand next. “Heard a lot about you.” He’s the middle one, but somehow, he seems younger than Ethan. His eyes are full of mischief, and I’ve heard from Ethan that he’s always getting into scrapes.

“It’s so great to meet you guys,” I tell them.

I see their eyes drift to the mark on my neck—the one Ethan gave me two days ago, which is still tingling. Something moves across their eyes—two identical looks of reverence—and I glow with pride. I love bearing Ethan’s mark. He says it’s international shifter language meaningkeep the hell off.And even though these guys are his brothers, and he trusts them with his life, I can see the weight it carries.

We stay for a few minutes, chatting, until Norman insists we run through the whole story of how we met—again.

“I’ll let you take over the reins, grandad,” Ethan says, squeezing his shoulder. “You’ve always been a better storyteller than me.”

We say our goodbyes, and I can hardly keep up with Ethan as he strides out of the building.

“Remember how I said my grandad was a bit of a character?” he says when we get back to the car. “Understatement of the century.”

I grin. “He’s pretty awesome.”

Ethan groans. “When he’s not embarrassing the hell out of me. He’s real taken with you though.”

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