Page 27 of Marked By The Filthy-Mouthed Grizzly
They don’t stick around to argue. They just flee as quickly as they can with Banks’ dead wolf draped over the back of one of the bikes.
Their rumbling motorcycles race down the driveway and onto the gravel road, finally disappearing in the darkness.
It’s so quiet now. Just the heavy breathing of Magnus’ grizzly bear as he stands there watching the empty road.
He finally turns and looks at me, green eyes shining, mouth full of blood.
I shiver all over.
He’s so big. So powerful.
But I don’t feel any fear as he approaches. I feel loved. Protected. I feel like I’m exactly where I need to be.
The massive bear lowers his head as he walks right up to me. I sink my hands into his fur and he groans in content.
“Can you hear me in there, Magnus?”
The bear rumbles low, and I take that as yes.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his fur. “I’m sorry I was so hard on you.”
I swallow hard, wishing I could go back and relive the past twenty-four hours. I would have handled it so differently.
“I understand now that you did what you had to do. You didn’t have much of a choice.”
This man is a protector, not a murderer. He only kills when he has to. When it’s absolutely necessary.
“I forgive you,” I whisper as tears fill my eyes. “I forgive you for everything.”
The bear steps back and looks up at me with the most tender eyes I’ve ever seen. He licks my wrist and then starts to shake.
I gasp as Magnus bursts out of him, tall, and proud, and completely naked.
My eyes widen and my mouth falls open as I look him up and down, seeing every glorious inch.
He’s… a god.
Lit by the moonlight, he looks like a god stepped out of an old Greek myth. A deep primal need rocks my core as I take in his broad shoulders, his left side covered in ink. The sexy tattoo runs down his big muscular arm, stopping at his wrist. His massive chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths, his heated green eyes locked on me with an erotic gaze.
My pussy aches as I drag my eyes down, his six-pack flexing with each breath, every ridge and valley cut so deep it looks sculpted from stone. My breath catches in my throat when I see his long, thick cock hanging heavy between his muscular thighs. I whimper as I stare at it—wanting to touch it, wanting to taste it, wanting to feel itpushinginto me. It’s so beautiful. So masculine. So powerful. So fuckinglarge.
I tear my eyes away from it and look at him as a whole. He stands tall, unashamed, and more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. His skin glistens faintly with a sheen of sweat, and he doesn’t seem to care one bit that there’s a chill in the air.
My neck tingles like crazy, demanding to be marked. I want his lips on it. I want his teeth sinking into my flesh. I want to be his. I want to be marked by this perfect man.
He’s so incredibly gorgeous, but it’s not just his size or strength or sexy muscles that leave me breathless—it’s the way he looks at me. Like I’m the center of his world. Like I’m the only thing that matters.
His eyes—that impossible shade of green—soften as he takes a cautious step forward. Vulnerable. Hopeful.
“Erica…” he whispers, his voice husky and raw. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
I don’t even think. I just run to him and throw myself into his arms, letting the warmth of his body wrap around me like I’m coming home.
“I’m glad I saw it,” I say as I kiss his neck. “Now, I know… Now, I realize…”
“Realize what?” he asks when I don’t finish.
“That we’re meant to be together,” I say, staring into his eyes for a long moment before I kiss his sexy mouth.
