be like when she was truly his. Her scent, the lovely, desperate sounds she had made while she was in the throes of passion, how soft her skin had been beneath his fingers, and how hot and tight she had been around his cock. God, he wanted her. This separation was agony.
He lost himself in his imagination, picturing Carla’s face tilted up to his, her hazel eyes wide and full of love, her lips slightly parted as she gasped faster and faster. He remembered holding her in his arms, lowering his head to capture that sweet mouth in a fulfilling, soul-blazing kiss, when suddenly reality snapped him out of the daydream.
Cricket snorted and took a step to the side. Diego leaned forward to pat the horse’s neck reassuringly, then looked up to see what had scared him. A car was heading toward them, straight across the land, crushing plants as it went. It was an expensive looking Jeep with a shiny silver paint-job that was marred with scratches and splashes of mud. Though it was a new model, it clearly hadn’t been well taken care of, given the way it bounced and rattled on its shocks, and the coughing sound of the engine.
He knew that car. It shouldn’t have been here on his land. Diego swung down off of Cricket and stepped forward. For a time it looked like the Jeep wouldn’t stop, but the driver finally braked a mere foot away from Diego’s chest. Diego had never flinched.
The Jeep’s door opened, and out stepped Seth Sullivan, oldest of the Sullivan brothers and the current alpha of the Sullivan wolf pack. He was skinny but Diego knew that rangy body was much stronger than it looked. His scent – the musky, rank odor of wolf – drifted on the air over to Diego, and his bear instantly bristled in preparation for a fight.
Seth looked him up and down, smug amusement glinting in his green eyes. But he made no move to attack; of course he wouldn’t. No matter how much he puffed himself up, a single wolf would never take on a bear.
“What are you doing here?” Diego growled.
Seth made a show of looking around. “Thought I’d come out and have a talk with your boy... what’s his name? Andy?”
“What do you want with him?”
“I’m offering him a job.” Seth raised his eyebrows, challenging Diego to take offense. “If he’s smart, he’ll know better than to stick with you. There’s no future for you here.”
Diego took a step forward, his greater height forcing Seth to look up to maintain eye contact. “Andy would never join sides with you,” he said.
Seth shrugged. “He wouldn’t be the first. I heard your new woman already left you.”
“Don’t you talk about her!” Carla was too precious, too important; even hearing her mentioned by Seth made Diego’s stomach turn. She was too good for a bastard like Seth.
“What are you going to do about it?” Seth said mockingly, but when Diego closed the distance between them, he scrambled back toward the protection of his car.
“Get off my land,” Diego said. His bear was pressing up beneath his skin, eager to shift. Diego kept control, but he felt his shoulders broaden, his height increased by a few inches, his teeth becoming sharper than a human’s.
Seth looked up at him, and Diego wanted him to start a fight. He knew he could crush this wolf. Hell, he could take him out with one swipe of his paw. But after a tense second of silence, Seth looked away, conceding dominance to Diego.
Seth climbed back into his car, but he leaned out of the window to get the last word. “It won’t be your land for much longer. You might be able to drive me off today, but you can’t take on all of us. Especially not alone.” Diego started forward, rage nearly blinding him, but Seth turned the ignition and sped off before Diego could attack.
Diego followed him for a few minutes, watching the dust cloud behind Seth’s car to be sure that he actually was heading away, back to the road and his own territory. Diego had won this round, but Seth was right. If Diego