Our chests pressed together, his forehead coming down to rest on mine. I had never been so close to an alpha. His scent was faint, yet somehow still overwhelming.
A whimper left my chest, out of fear or horniness, I didn’t know. Reasonably, I should have been terrified at having him so near, but my body was reacting differently.
“Look, you and I need to have a little chat. You’re not keeping yourself safe. So I will.”
“Why?” I asked breathlessly.
He considered his answer for a moment. “Because you need someone who’s going to watch out for you, and that’s going to be me. You need to take your safety more seriously.”
“You can’t…”
“I can, there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
“I think that’s stalking…”
He shrugged. Honest to Godshrugged.
“In that case, you’d better get used to me. My name is Spencer. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”
“Now, wait?—”
“I’ve decided you need a keeper.” He said it so simply, like it was an obvious fact.
“Well, I don’t want a keeper!” I growled. The audacity of this alpha was mind-blowing.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Who says you get a say in that, princess?”
“Fucking creep,” I snarled.
He pressed against me harder—my back digging into the bookcase. “Now, I am not a weirdo lurking in the shadows. Am I uncouth and rough? Fuck, yes, but judging by the way your scent is flaring, you don’t mind that one bit,” he growled in a rough voice.
My face heated.
He wasn’t wrong. My body was reacting to his, my skin lighting up, my head swimming. I was attracted to him.
Clearly, I was having a mental breakdown.
Yet when he leaned forward, pushing his lips against mine, I didn’t stop him. It wasn’t gentle, far from it. Spencer devoured me, and I gleefully accepted him.
His hand on my waist tightened, the other pinning one of my hands to the bookcase behind me. I was totally at his mercy, and every fiber of my body lit up with excitement. My perfume flooded the stacks, making his pupils dilate.
He was everywhere, overwhelming me, but in the best waypossible. My pussy wept as his tongue battled mine for dominance and won.
His grip travelled from my waist to my hip—I was held firmly in place by his body pressed against mine—before hooking the back of my knee and tugging my leg up.
Holy Mother of?—
I was wearing a skirt and a sweater, so when he hiked my leg up, my barely covered pussy was pressedrightagainst his considerable hardness.
That should have freaked me out, but no. I leaned into it, gyrating against the hardness, reveling in the sensation.
He took a step back, separating from me. Both of us stood there, panting heavily. All I could smell was rich pepper, and I wantedmore.
“Until next time, princess,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face.
I gaped at him, my mind reeling from what had just occurred.
He handed me back the taser with a devastating smile, taking a step away and disappearing before I could even string together a coherent thought.
