Adrian Cross was never supposed to walk back into my life—especially not looking like that.
Towering. Tattooed. With eyes that burn hotter than his tattoo gun.
He’s my brother’s best friend. A polar bear shifter. My lifelong crush.
And the new artist filling in at our shop while Magnus is out.
He says I’m his fated mate. That he’s known since we were kids.
He says that he’s waited long enough and he’s done pretending.
Now, he’s all grown up, and he’s not just putting tattoos on skin.
He’s leaving something deeper. Something permanent.
Because tattoos aren’t the only mark he’s making.
He’s claiming me.
Body, heart, soul, and every filthy thought in between.
