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

legs crossed, have good table manners, and not use too much profanity…and hell, I manage that most of the time. I figure looking whenever you’re offered an opportunity is one of the perks of being female. It almost makes up for the PMS and the fact that we have to wear bras.”
    “You’re unbelievable.”
    “Yeah, you are, too. I mean, really, if ever there was a time to look under the blanket…”
    “I’m going to be like this pelt on the floor that your brother kicks in the head when he walks by…”
    “Hopefully it’ll be from when you’re a wolf, because even that’s a little gross, but otherwise, that’s like Hannibal Lecter levels of disturbing.”
    It drew a smile from his lips. It was the best night’s sleep of his life, but he’d be paying for it in spades. Then a horrible but also wonderful thought occurred to him. No…but…no…there was no way.
    “I had this dream last night…” He trailed off, hoping she’d need him to fill in the gaps, but he knew from her smile—her wide, wide smile—that there were no gaps to fill in.
    “Nope, we made out for a while in the middle of the night. But in my defense, you started it, and I thought you were awake up until you started talking about pancakes. You put up a good show of being awake.” She closed her eyes and moaned in a deep tone. “Ahhh, Christa, you smell so good. Mmm, yeah, Christa.”
    Even her horrible impression of him was turning him on.
    She opened her eyes and met his gaze…again. No one met his gaze when he looked at them like this—the outraged, long-lasting stare with eyebrows raised—no one. Even Vanessa, who sucked at showing deference, would have looked down. It made him more outraged and more aroused that she didn’t.
    “You kept saying my name over and over—so that was good. It’d be weird if you were calling me by another name, but I also figured it meant you were awake.”
    Then, she raised an eyebrow—this tiny female with her demon cat and her brown sugar scent held his gaze and raised an eyebrow.
    “Because really, for the most part, we just met last night…so why would you be saying my name in your sleep?”
    He closed his eyes. Aw. Hell. He’d been thinking over the last week that there had to be some mistake; the scent-match was flawed…because Christa couldn’t possibly be the alpha female intended for him. Christa couldn’t possibly be an alpha female—she was tiny, and obviously, her health would seem to suggest there’d be stronger females meant to be Alpha in the pack. But none of his previous choices for alpha female would have cut him off at the knees like that. When he opened his eyes, he could see she knew who’d won, too. Even if he hadn’t also lost their staring match, she’d clearly won.
    He dropped onto the bed. “I am so screwed. I’m painting a target on my forehead for your brother. Maybe I’ll even load his gun.” His sigh brought more of her delicious scent into his lungs. “Hell, you smell good.” Closing his eyes, he shook his head. That was meant to be said inside his head, not out loud. Great.
    The bed jostled as she crawled up behind him, pressed herself against his back, and put her arms around his neck. Mmm . He’d pull away in a second…when he dredged up some self-respect, when he wasn’t this whipped version of himself.
    “You keep mentioning how I smell, which is flattering—I mean, it’s good that I don’t reek, even first thing in the morning, but what’s with that? Is it a wolfman thing or just a fetish?”
    “Nothing. There is nothing with that.” His adamancy as good as proclaimed it was a lie. He might as well have shouted, Christa, pay attention to this—because it’ll really bring me down.
    “My brother was shouting something about a scent-match in the hospital—I mean, really shouting. I thought men with white coats were going to come in and offer to sedate him. And Vanessa and I kept passing looks back and forth like we wouldn’t complain