Page 9 of Marked By The Grouchy Grizzly

“Is that…?” she mouthes.

I just glare at Curt, but he’s too busy trying to look around me at my girl who is showing way too much skin in front of him for my liking.

I move in front of her, blocking her body from his sleazy gaze as I glare at him, another low possessive growl rumbling out of my throat.

My bear is incensed. He’s snarling inside, wanting to burst out and rip this man to pieces for daring to talk to our girl.

“Hey, big man,” he says to me, still trying to look around my frame. “Move, will ya?”

“Stop talking,” Victoria says, grabbing his chin andyanking his head back until his shocked eyes are on her. “I can’t work when you’re constantly yapping.”

“I’m just trying to get some clients for tonight,” he says, unsuccessfully trying to move his head out of her firm grip. “Man, you got strong hands. That fucking hurt.”

“And I’m just trying to make this tattoo look like a dragon,” she says. “Keep moving and it’s going to look like a gecko.”

My grizzly is on edge as I turn back to my girl. He’s like an untamed beast with the way he’s stomping and snarling inside.

I take a few deep breaths and try to focus on the task at hand. This beauty has got me distracted enough. I don’t need that asshole Curt adding to it.

My bear is not settling down. He wants me to put my mark on her. He wants me to put my lips on the spot below her ear and slide my teeth into her flesh, making her mine forever. And he’s being relentless about it, grumbling and gnashing his teeth—making his desires known.

I want my mark on her too. Desperately.

Listening to that prick, Curt, trying to pick her up has sparked a possessive streak in me.

I need to make this girl mine. I need to mark her.

But I can’t put my teeth on her now. I’ve barely said two words to her.

And if the girls she’s with see me suddenly chomping down on her neck, they’re going to call the National Guard. They’ll make sure our tattoo shop goes viral for all the wrong reasons.

I just take a deep breath, pick up my tattoo gun, and get to work. I’ll be able to talk to her while I tattoo her flawless skin. I’ll be able to make her see that she’s mine. That she belongs to me. I’ll be able to convince her.

But as soon I start putting ink on her skin, my inner grizzly bear’s desire takes over. It becomes impossible to ignore.

Mark her! Mark her!

Her sexy whimpers, little moans, and quick sensual breaths are such a turn on.

It puts me into a possessive trance.

And my hand keeps moving.

A deep, dark, primal version of me takes over. The part of me that wants to own my mate. That wants to mark his territory. Who wants to make sure the whole world knows this girl ismine.

I tattoo without thinking.

I ignore the stencil.

Before I can stop myself, I’ve tattooed a J, then a U.

Shit, she’s going to be so mad.

But I can’t stop…

L. I. A. N.

When I finally snap out of the trance, I see my name on the back of my girl’s shoulder.

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