Page 9 of Guarded By A Savage Shifter

“I’m just a little nervous,” she says, shaking out her hands. “The more research I do on these guys, the more nervous I get. They’re pretty evil men. Los Lobos de la Muerte. The Wolves of Death.”

She shivers at the name.

I grit my teeth, hoping it’s just a name and not a clue to something bigger. Cerberus didn’t say anything about wolf shifters.

“Theyterrorizethe local population,” she says as she nervously looks out the window. “It’s going to be okay, right?”

Men I can handle, but a whole crew of wolf shifters? I’m not so sure. I don’t want my mate to be around an epic brawl like that if it starts to go down. I don’t want my Gracie in any danger, especially for something like a voluntary interview.

“It would be safer to go home,” I say, trying to urge her to do just that. I don’t want her anywhere near this Hector Contreras guy.

“Probably,” she says as she hops off the desk, “but I’m not in the business of being safe. You’re okay holding the camera? Hector only let me bring one other person, so you’re going to have to videotape the interview.”

“So, I was told.”

“Come to my room,” she says as she heads for the door. “I’ll show you how to use it.”

I want to use that video camera for something else…

I swallow hard as I follow her into the hallway. Her ass looks scrumptious in those shorts. My mouth is watering as I watch her cheeks swaying with each step.

“I brought one that isn’t too complicated,” she says as she opens her door. “Just point and shoot.”

Her hotel room is across from mine and down just a little, which I’m happy about. I’d prefer her staying in the same room as me, but at least I’ll be able to hear her if something goes wrong. She just has to call my name and I’ll kick the damn door down.

I step into her hotel room and look around. It’s larger than mine and the intact bed is a full king. I suck in a breath when I spot her open suitcase on the bed with her bright red panties laying on top.

God, this girl is killing me. I’ve never had a lustful thought about any girl I’ve come across and now it’s like thirty-four years of backed-up sexual thoughts being dumped into my head all at once. I’m not sure how to handle it.

Keep your eyes off her panties, I tell myself.That’s a start.

“So, here it is,” she says as she grabs the camera out of the bag and turns it on. “Pretty easy. The settings are here.”

She walks up to me and turns, so I can look over her shoulder as she cycles through the settings. The tantalizing smell of her apricot shampoo is making me dizzy. And being so close to my mate is making me rock hard. The sexy sight of her bare shoulder is making my cockacheas I fantasize about running my tongue along it.

“You can zoom in and out like this,” she says, showing me the controls. She shouldn’t show me that. I’ll zoom in on her gorgeous face and never once look at the man she’s interviewing.

“I’ll give it to you to practice with,” she says as she hands it to me. My hand brushes hers and I see her body reacting. She flinches and her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink.

She’s my mate, so these feelings should be hitting her too. Is she being drawn to me like I’m being drawn to her? Her feelings won’t be as strong since she’s not a shifter, but it should still be affecting her.

Maybe she’s too nervous and preoccupied with the dangerous interview to be paying any attention.

She stills a little after we touch and her eyes rise to my mouth. They linger there before she looks up. “Have we met before?”

I shake my head. “No. I would definitely remember meeting you.”

“Yeah, I think I would remember meeting you too. It’s just… I kind of feel like I’ve met you before.”

I can let this play out and drag it on, or I can tell her right now and get it over with. I’ve gone thirty-four years without her as my mate and I don’t want to go another second.

She has a right to know we belong together. She has a right to know she’smine.

“I know why you’re feeling this way,” I say as she puts her hands on her hips and looks up at me.

“So, we have met.”

I shake my head. “Not exactly. I’m a bear shifter.”

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