Page 15 of Marked By The Grouchy Grizzly

I stare at his broad muscular back and hard sculpted ass as it all comes together.

I’ve heard about bear shifters before, but I thought they were a myth. A legend. Something only those crazies on the internet believe in.

But now…

It’s the only thing to explain this feeling I have ripping through me.

I remember reading about bear shifters online. About how they’ll wait forever for their mate. How they’ll only ever want that one woman destined by fate to be theirs.

I thought it was so romantic. A little far-fetched, but romantic.

I remember wishing I could have a love affair like that.

I touch my tingling neck as Julian turns around, looking at the empty parking lot. He turns enough that I can see his long thick cock. The tantalizing sight makes my whole body come alive. I feel all shaky inside as he takes a deep breath.

I’m staring at it in shock. It’s so…big. So… captivating.

I should look away. I really should.

But I can’t.

I’ve never seen a naked man before, and if I’m going to get my first look, I can’t imagine a better one than this. It makes me glad I waited all these years.

Julian is pure masculine perfection. Broad shoulders, thick arms covered in intricate tattoos, only now I can see how they trail down his ribs, along the V-cut under his abs, ending low on his hips. His body is all solid muscle, like he was carved from something unbreakable, something untamed. His skin glows under the light of the porch, golden and warm. He looks magical. He’s a shifter. Heismagical.

But as beautiful as the rest of him is, my eyes can’t stop sliding back down…

I swallow hard as my gaze drops to the heavy length of him. He’s big. Thick. Long. A slow heat curls in my belly,spreading lower, making me press my thighs together. I can’t stop staring.

My mouth waters. My hands tingle with the need to touch and explore. I want him.

God, I shouldn’t be watching this. But it’s like I’m caught in a trance, my body vibrating with something primal, something instinctual.

Julian steps forward, bare feet on the wooden porch, completely unbothered by his nakedness. He slides the key into the front door of the quiet tattoo shop and disappears inside.

Panic flares in my chest. I don’t want to lose sight of him.

I came all this way…

Before I can stop myself, my hand is on the car door. I push it open and step out into the night.

“Julian.”

His name leaves my lips like a prayer, soft but certain.

He steps back out and looks my way.

Our eyes meet, and everything shifts.

No words pass between us, but something else does. A spark. A pull. An energy that tightens around us like an invisible thread, drawing us closer, pulling us together. His chest rises and falls, his jaw tightening as he stares at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

Like he’s been waiting for me.

I run across the dark empty road, my pulse racing as I get closer to him. I stop at the steps of the porch, looking up at him with a feeling like this can’t be real surging through me. How can this be real life?

Julian’s eyes are roaming over me, slow and savoring, like he’s memorizing every detail. Like he can’t quite believe this is real life either.

My body tingles under that heated gaze. I like having his eyes on me. I love the way they look so possessive like he’s ready to claim me as his own.

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