got it, wolf man.”
He shouldn’t have said it, should have left well enough alone. Their worlds could quite easily collide with each other, and he’d no more ask her to give up her heritage than he would give up his own. That reality settled heavily on his heart. Nicolo bounded down the stairs, stomping through the snow until he reached Dimitri.
“All I’m saying is that barbed wire sliced one of our pack members almost in two,”
Dimitri said to the lunewulf pack leader.
Nicolo didn’t regret missing out on this conversation. Bob Abbey didn’t look pleased. He turned his sour expression on Nicolo.
“What were you doing in her den?” he demanded.
“In our pack, single bitches lock their dens. You’d do well to see to it that she does too in the future.” Nicolo enjoyed watching the pack leader’s eyebrows go up.
“I’ll talk to her.”
Dimitri must have been satisfied with what he had to say to the lunewulf . He nodded to Nicolo and the two of them got into the truck and headed out of the drive.
Nicolo fought the urge to look over his shoulder to see if Heidi still stood on her porch.
23
Lorie O’Clare
Chapter Three
Heidi took Tamara’s cub from her and let the baby wrap his small hand around her finger while she absently stroked the infant’s fluffy white tail that stuck out from his diaper. Most werewolf infants didn’t learn to hold on to one form until they were four or five years old. Tamara’s cub was barely a month old, making it way too soon to determine how quickly he would develop.
“I hope this pack meeting doesn’t last that long,” Tamara told her as she lifted an overstuffed diaper bag onto her shoulder. “My Martin told me we’d take the baby running in the snow later tonight.”
If Martin heard them, he ignored the comment and entered the large barn ahead of them. Heidi quickly scanned the crowd, noticing Steve, her ex-boyfriend standing with a handful of other males toward the front of the barn. She spotted Bob and others she knew while following Tamara and her mate toward available chairs.
“How are you enjoying your new den?” Tamara asked. “You know we miss you living with us.”
Heidi didn’t believe for a minute that Tamara missed her at all. “You needed that spare bedroom for your new cub. And I love having my own den, and my own furniture. I don’t have to live with my clothes on a pile on the floor anymore.”
They moved toward the front and the hairs on the back of Heidi’s neck prickled when she inhaled the obvious spicy smell of anger. She turned her attention again to the lunewulfs standing around Bob. They were definitely arguing over something.
She watched them while taking her seat. Once, she would have judged them well-built, lean and capable of protecting their pack. Two days ago, her opinion of a male werewolf had been greatly altered. Granted she’d seen Malta males before since they moved to the mountains. But not up close and personal—and damn! Lunewulf males didn’t hold a flame.
Maybe that was why, at the age of twenty-nine, she still didn’t have a mate. No male in this pack could possibly be as aggressive, as demanding and as intense as Nicolo. Steve continually whined about knowing where she was, whom she was with and when she would spend time with him. He smothered her, but in all his efforts to be the focus of her attention, not once did he come on to her the way Nicolo did the other day.
Hadn’t she always fantasized about rough sex? Dreamed of being tossed around, pursued and conquered while she returned the aggression and demanded that she be fucked until she screamed? Her fingertips fluttered over her neck while she remembered Nicolo’s hand there, yanking her to him and whispering his sultry words.
24
Forbidden Attraction
Steve glanced her way and caught her staring. She looked away, frowning as she took her seat. She prayed he wouldn’t come and sit by them.
“Did you hear what happened?” Steve grabbed a