This Weakness For You (Entangled Select Otherworld) (Taming the Pack) by Wendy Sparrow Page A

jumped on the bed and lay down beside her.
    “See, only you were making it complicated,” she said on another yawn before she leaned down and grabbed a blanket at the foot of the bed, which she pulled over them. “I hog the blankets, so you’ll need to steal them back if you want them.”
    The wolf wrinkled up his snout and was content…and very confused.

Chapter Four
    He woke up slowly and smiled. Waking up meant he’d slept…and he was energized, strengthened like he’d recovered from an illness. He felt like an Alpha. He hadn’t felt this great in a long time—maybe even two years, maybe never—like he could lift a truck over his head and throw it. He’d even had this incredibly sensual dream that was so real, he could almost taste it. Mmm.
    Stretching required moving a head covered in soft, messy brown hair nestled on his arm—but what really caught his attention was the hand that slid down along his stomach as he stretched. Jordan’s eyes flew open.
    Damn.
    He’d been planning on leaving Christa’s bed after she’d gone to sleep—instead, he’d fallen asleep and shifted at some point…and his clothes were currently on the side of the bed.
    Moving as slowly and silently as he could, he plucked her hand from his stomach and slid out from beneath the covers. If he was lucky, she’d slept all night, and he could get out of here without her waking up.
    He turned his back on her to slide on the jeans beside the bed and felt the tingles of awareness from being watched. When he twisted to look, Christa’s green eyes were on him—very much awake.
    Dane was going to castrate him.
    Christa smiled unrepentantly.
    “Enjoying the show?” he asked.
    “Well, you’re going too fast and my view isn’t optimal, but yes, thank you for asking.”
    He winced. Dane would be justified in castrating him.
    Christa sat up and stretched like a cat—like her damn cat, which he’d agreed to keep for her. It was a small price to pay to get her out of here, but it’d also pull her into his life. It was going to be hard enough getting her out of his every waking thought, without having that cat between them.
    “It’s not like I haven’t seen it anyway,” she said, smirking. “You’ve been here naked since around midnight when I let Lucifer out for a couple minutes—you sleep fairly deeply.”
    “And apparently without covering up.”
    “Oh, you had the blanket on, but I looked underneath it.”
    He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it when nothing came to mind. There was no one like Christa.
    She was still openly meeting his eyes. He had members of his pack who’d never met his eyes. It was…bizarre.
    “Your brother is going to have me neutered—you know that, right?”
    “Well, I wasn’t going to hand him measurements and a map to accomplish it if that’s what you’re worried about. I didn’t look for that long.”
    He slapped a hand to his head. His world was on its ass. He should have put her in her place, forced her to show deference. Instead, he wanted her place to be right where it was, in his bed. And he had this irrational need to please her. It felt all wrong and very right at the same time. He hadn’t felt this way about a woman since…ever.
    He had things to do. Things that couldn’t be impacted by a tiny elfin girl who smelled like brown sugar. Someone had to pay for what happened two years ago. That hadn’t changed. He’d continue to do his penance, but he was dragging those bloody poachers down with him.
    The last thing he needed right now was Christa.
    But apparently no one had told her that, because she was here.
    And he’d slept naked beside her.
    Hell.
    “Women are allowed to look,” she stated.
    “And why is that?” he asked, shaking his head.
    “Well, there’s that whole aspect of ‘being a gentleman’ where you’re supposed to turn your back when a woman is dressing, but there’s nothing like that to being a lady—we’re just supposed to sit with our