Page 19 of Marked By the Possessive Polar Bear
He stops and spins me around, pulling me into him as he grins down at my mouth. “I hope that’s not true.”
“For you, I can make an exception.”
My cheeks flush pink as he grins while leaning down. “That’s my girl.”
I moan as he kisses me under the stars, those big perfect hands splayed on my back, pinning me in place against him.He’s the best kisser. Not that I’ve had any experience, but when you know, you know. You know?
“Maybe we should skip the bar,” I whisper shyly as one hand slides up into my hair, holding the back of my head. “We can have more fun at my place.”
He growls possessively as he looks down at my breasts. My nipples are hard and tingling under that heated gaze. My pussy is already so wet. I push my hip against his hard-on and he groans. Yup. We candefinitelyhave more fun at my place.
“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all?—”
The rumbling of motorcycles interrupts us. Adrian’s whole body turns stiff as he looks at the three approaching lights.
I’m expecting them to roll right past us to the bar, but they screech to a stop a few feet away.
Adrian growls as he grabs my arm and pulls me behind him, shielding me with his massive body.
His arms and back are flexed as he stares them down.
“Do you know these guys?” I ask as my inner grizzly perks up, getting ready in case I need her.
“I have a feeling, yeah.”
We still can’t see them since the spotlights are blinding us.
They finally turn the motorcycles off and the street snaps back to darkness. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust but I see three grisly men stepping off their bikes. They don’t look too friendly.
“Shit,” Adrian mutters. He turns around with worry in his eyes. “Run, Victoria.”
“No way,” I say, squeezing my hands into fists as I step out from behind him.
His grip on my arm tightens. “Please.”
“Not a chance,” I say as I stare the three approaching men down. “I’m staying with you.”
He sighs, but it’s not a sigh of annoyance. It’s a sigh of acceptance. Of admiration. We’re in it together now through thick and thin, and he knows it.
The breeze shifts and the thick dank smell of wolves hits my nose. My nostrils flare as my bear growls. Wolf shifters. All three of them. What the hell do they want with us?
“We heard you were back in town,” the tall man in front says with a cocky grin on his pretty-boy face. His hair is all messy, but it looks like a manufactured messy, like he spends more time getting ready in the morning than I do. He looks more rockstar than killer, but I can tell by his vibrating energy, that looks can be deceiving.
The two scowling men standing a few feet behind him look like tattooed walls of muscle.
“I don’t want any trouble, Knox,” Adrian says as he puts his arm in front of me like a shield.
Knox notices and sneers as he looks me over.
Adrian doesn’t like that. He lets out a low possessive growl. I can sense his bear inside going nuts as well.
“Don’t look at her,” he snarls.
Knox grins like a carefree playboy as he looks back at my man. “Where have you been hiding all this time, Cross? My brother has been looking for you.”
“It was a long time ago,” Adrian says through gritted teeth. “Tell Mace it’s over.”
“It’s over when Mace says it’s over,” Knox says, running a hand through his silky brown hair. “You obviously don’t know how any of this works.”
