Page 8 of Guarded By A Savage Shifter

I yank the door open and the stunning angelic vision in front of me hits me like a punch to the heart. It seizes my soul as I step back, staring at her in awe.

“What…?” I whisper, not comprehending what’s happening. My heart ispounding. My mouth is open. I can’t take my eyes off this angel in front of me. She’s… She’s…Mine.

“Wow,” she says as she looks me up and down. “You must be Ryker.”

I just stare at her. My voice is gone.

It’s the reporter I’m hired to protect. Gracie something.

“You’re Ryker, right?” she says, looking at me funny.

I manage to nod my head.

“Oh good,” she says as she walks past me into my room. “I’m going to feel much better with you by my—what happened to your bed?”

“I sat on it,” I say in a deep hoarse voice as I stare at her.

She looks at my hulking size and grins. “Makes sense. I bet this isn’t the first bed you’ve broken.”

Her cheeks get red as she realizes what she just said. “I mean, because you’re so… large.”

She’s adorable. I’m in love.

She has the most stunning black hair I’ve ever seen. It’s pulled up into a messy ponytail, but it looks phenomenal on her. I squeeze my hand into a fist when I get an unstoppable urge to slide the elastic out and watch her silky black hair tumble down onto her bare shoulders.

She’s wearing flip flops, shorts, and a tank top—showing off so much skin it’s getting my pulse racing. I look her over from her head to her toes as she looks at the broken bed frame.

I have a feeling this is not going to be the last broken bed we’ll be looking at. The strongest beds in the world won’t survive what I want to do to her.

She’s my mate.

It hits me hard.

Her sweet scent burning down my throat, my bear all calm and happy, the inexplicable feeling of awe I get whenever I look at her… This woman is my mate.

“How tall are you?” she asks, swallowing hard as those beautiful hazelnut eyes roam over my big arms. “Wait, is that rude to ask?”

“You can ask me anything,” I tell her. “I’m 6’5.”

She exhales and shakes her head a little as she looks at my broad shoulders.

“You look like you could single-handedly wrestle the whole Los Lobos de la Muerte into submission.”

“I will if they lay a finger on you.”

She smiles shyly and it nearly cuts my legs out from under me. I’ve never seen such a stunning sight. I hold onto the dresser as my thick legs get all weak and woozy.

“My boss Walter said your company is the best,” she says as she sits on the desk by the window. “Have you been working there long?”

“Not really.”

“But you’ve done a lot of security though, right?”

She’s looking a little unsure. If she knew half of what I would do to keep her safe, she wouldn’t be worried in the least.

I walk over and stand in front of her. Her hazelnut eyes rise to meet mine and my heart starts beating faster.

“No one will hurt you, Gracie,” I promise her. “You have nothing to worry about.”

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