Page 18 of The Alpha's Weakness
“I don’t want to.”
He tenses, looking annoyed. “I’ll leave our first encounter up to you.”
I eye him dubiously. “How?”
“I… don’t know yet.”
“Great.”
“Holly,” he growls in warning.
My nipples tighten, and my core clenches. I take a bite of the sandwich to hide my reaction.
It doesn’t work.
He braces his hands on the kitchen island across from me and leans closer. “I can smell your desire. Why are you fighting this?”
Anger overtakes me. He thinks I’ll fall into bed with him now he’s deigned to give me a bit of attention. “I want to be with someone who actually wants to be with me, and you’re not that person.”
I hop off the stool, spinning to leave, but he’s faster. He cages me in with his arms, and I gasp as my back hits the counter behind me.
“No one is better matched for you than I am.”
I shake my head. “We’ll see about that.”
He snarls. “You’re not dating anyone else.”
“Oh, yeah? How are you going to stop me?”
“I’ll guard your ass and threaten anyone who gets close to you. No one else in town, in any of the Packs, will go near you.”
“You can’t always be there. There are a lot of tourists here in town. I’m sure I could find someone to?—”
His phone rings, and he reaches into his pocket, still glaring at me. When he answers the call, I try to duck under his arm, but he catches me and wraps his arm around my waist, holding me to him.
“Yeah?” he answers.
I wriggle in his hold, and his cock hardens against my ass. I freeze.
“Goddamn, mate,” he growls into my hair.
“Let me go,” I order.
He holds me tighter. “Okay, I’ll be right there,” he says into the phone. He releases my waist and grabs my hand. “I have to go into town.”
I smile sweetly at him. “Okay. I can find my way back to Adeline’s.”
“No, you’re going with me,” he says, walking toward the front door.
I dig my heels in, or try to, but Camden easily tugs me along behind him.
“I want to go home!” I shout as he drags me over the threshold and toward his truck.
“You are home.”
I stare at him as if he’s crazy. “No, this boring house isn’t my home.”
“It will be,” he says as he buckles me into the passenger seat. He slams the door before I can get out.
