Polar Bears are Forever: Book One Supernatural Enforcers Agency by E A Price Page A

touches he’d allowed himself, he was already besotted with her.  He wanted to run his hands all over her.  No, not just his hands, he wanted his mouth on her.  He wanted to taste, lick, nuzzle, and savor every inch of her delectable looking skin.
    Why the hell did she have to be human?   She was so frail, so fragile.  What if he hadn’t been there today?  That fucking wolf would have ripped her apart.  His heart almost stopped when he heard her yell, and his beast was only just really starting to calm now.  He knew it was a bad idea to have a human on the team, but he had no idea how bad.  He couldn’t trust her to be on her own.  What if she got into a dangerous situation and he wasn’t there to protect her?  He couldn’t trust Cutter or Wayne to look after her. 
    Gunner banged his fist onto the table as his beast roared in fury.  No, they were males, he wouldn’t allow them anywhere near her anyway.  Who knows what they might try! 
    No, he needed to be with her, he needed to protect her.  God knows she wasn’t doing an adequate job herself.  The security at her apartment was pathetic.  Barbie protected her dream house better than Erin did herself.  Something had to be done about that.
    “Hey, BBB!”
    Gunner smothered the growl that wanted to escape as he was surrounded by his teammates.
    Jessie bustled into a seat beside him, ignoring the glower on his face.  The squirrel was far too brave for her own good .  “There you are!”
    Wayne called over to the buxom waitress for a round of beers.  She simpered and purposefully squeezed her breasts together.  His animal chuffed in annoyance.  Usually, he liked this bar.  It was a supernatural friendly bar that a lot of the SEA agents frequented.  There was always a strong sexual charge in the bar that, ordinarily, he found appealing.  At that moment, it was just pissing him off.  A shifter could meet other shifters, and also human groupies who were dying to be bedded by shifters.  Not that he’d ever been with a human; they’d never appealed to him.  Before today, that is.  Until a certain curvy brunette human with big doe eyes barged into his life.
    Avery made a big show of looking around the table and its occupants.  “Where’s Erin?  Didn’t you invite her?”
    Gunner bristled.  “She was tired; she’s had a big day.”
    Jessie creased her brow in sympathy.  “Was she injured badly?”
    Too badly for his liking .  “She’ll have bruises for a few days, but she’ll be okay.”
    “The perils of being human,” mused Wayne.
    “Maybe she’ll remember her fucking gun in future,” grumbled Cutter.
    Gunner let out a warning growl.  “Not a word.”
    Avery slapped the grumpy wolf on the back.  “Yeah, go easy on her.  Without Erin, we’d still be running around re-interviewing people.  She cracked a case within an hour that would have taken us days or even weeks.”
    Cutter huffed in irritation.  “We would have gotten there eventually.”
    Jessie looked at Gunner hopefully.  “She is coming back tomorrow, right?  We haven’t scared her away?” 
    “Yeah, she’ll be back.”  She better be, or he had half a mind to stalk over to her badly protected apartment and drag her out kicking and screaming.  Actually, throwing her over his shoulder didn’t sound half bad.  No, not bad at all.
    Shit, he had to get his lust for the damn woman under control.  He muttered about needing to take a leak.
    His teammates ignored him, thank the freaking gods , at least he appeared to be acting normal, even if he felt like his insides were tearing apart over the darn woman.  He reflected that all he had to do was be grouchy and terse, and he’d get away with it. 
    Although, when he went out drinking, invariably, it ended with him taking a willing female home.  He needed to get around that somehow without enduring the jabs about his virility that would inevitably come if he didn’t.  But there was no way in hell he could