With Her Capture

by Lorie O'Clare

  Ayden was honorable. Unless he was a master at concealing his feelings, she didn’t smell anything on him that indicated he thought less of her because of her breeding. Ayden ran straight, probably fought the same way, and didn’t judge another werewolf until they offered something worth judging. Aside from all those attributes, he had a body on him, in his flesh and in his fur that went beyond what might be conjured up in the hottest of sexual fantasies.

  Magda dropped to all fours and noticeably relaxed. The icy temperatures on top of this mountain forced her to keep every muscle in her body tight in an effort to war off the cold. The damp cave no longer chilled her flesh. Her fur warmed her. Although she’d readily admit that kissing Ayden and pressing against that virile body definitely assisted in bringing up her body temperature, too.

  The many odors around her were now as easy to smell as if they’d been laid before her to scrutinize. She smelled the mildew on the smooth cave walls, the smell from the different types of trees burning in the fire, and the trepidation as well as excitement coming off of her.

  She swallowed. Her tongue was thicker. Her teeth scraped against fur instead of lips. Magda growled in appreciation of the male standing outside her cave. He turned his head slowly. Large, almond-shaped, silver eyes met hers. Unblinking, his gaze penetrated hers. His mouth opened. He began panting while standing outside the cave.

  A swelling burned deep in her womb and at the same time moisture coated the inside of her thighs. Ayden growled. Her lust for him didn’t smell that strong, did it?

  They wouldn’t get much hunting done at this rate.

  As if knowing her thoughts, or thinking as she did, Ayden barked and turned away from the cave. The low, deep baritone of an order reverberated to the core of her body. His bark was commanding, predatory, and almost too arousing. Magda forced herself to quit trembling with need and walked out of the cave after him.

  Within minutes she was at a full speed run. Ayden tore across the mountain, leaping over boulders and across streams. He flew through the air to avoid fallen trees and dug into the ground when they raced along the side of the mountain.

  It had been since before she’d left her mountain that she’d run with unlimited freedom. Magda knew she was grinning like a pup. There was no problem keeping up with him. Her body sang with adrenaline. Every inch of her tingled with excitement from the pure pleasure of releasing confined energy her human form wasn’t capable of letting go. If Ayden offered her nothing more than this, it would still be a gift she’d never forget. And in spite of his seeming indifferent to her being Malta werewolf, she was fairly certain he knew it had been a while since she’d enjoyed freedom like this. The only time she’d reached this speed over the past months was when she’d been hunted and had run for her life.

  Ayden didn’t slow until they were close to the top of the next mountain. A deep, rushing stream, snaking its way down the mountain, roared at them in warning. Magda stopped alongside it and enjoyed the spray that bounced off dangerously smooth rocks protruding out of the foamy water. Ayden stepped away from her, pacing a few lengths alongside the bank before returning and rubbing his muzzle against hers. It was an affectionate gesture, one she hadn’t expected, and it made her heart constrict. Sexual need she shouldn’t allow to let surface, began bubbling around a pressure between her legs.

  Ayden would never be her werewolf. There was no way. It would never work. Even in her fur, where instinct prevailed and emotions such as persuasive denial or outright lying to herself weren’t as strong as they were in her flesh, Magda still found herself trying to argue with basic fact.

  Her parents had been Cariboo lunewulf and Malta werewolf. They had raised three pups and lived in perfect harmony for years. If her sire had successfully loved and ran by a Cariboo lunewulf all of his life, she should be able to also.

  Instinct demanded she accept simple logic. Her sire and mother had been mated during a time when humans hadn’t known about werewolves. During Magda’s lifetime all of that had changed. Humans knew they existed now and pretended they didn’t care, but then burnt them off their mountains and helped instigate fear that crept across the line and into werewolf packs.

  When her breed had learned how to master the elements, it had been done originally because that pack leader believed it enhanced them as werewolves. That pack leader had meant only to intensify the gifts he’d discovered were in all of them. Gifts beyond the ability to change into their fur.

  At the time, Malta werewolves had lived on Malta, a small group of islands in the Mediterranean. Their pack leader had learned how to develop his mind to control the elements. He had taught his pack to do the same. Magda’s sire believed there were bad werewolves in the pack who exploited their new gift. There were many reasons given. But in the end, the humans on Malta burnt out the Malta werewolf pack. It was bad enough that werewolves changed forms, but suddenly they also were moving things with their minds. Once again humans proved that if they didn’t understand something it was easier to destroy it than figure it out.

  The news was howled around the world—fast. Before most Malta werewolves landed on new soil, at least those few who survived, other werewolf packs believed Malta werewolves should be eliminated. They were unnatural. Controlling elements was voodoo, or witchcraft—human practices. Humans picked up on the howlings and backed the werewolves. Genocide was ordered. WA, Werewolf Affairs, which was now part of the American government, backed the howlings, making it law.

  Her sire was a survivor. Magda didn’t know all the details of him escaping Malta. But he had sniffed out her mother and they had mated. Her sire taught Magda those same survival skills, although as a pup she hadn’t known that was what he was doing. Her litter lived a good life hidden deep in the Canadian Rockies.

  Unfortunately, the mountains were no longer safe for Magda. Although running with Ayden, having him brush against her, and smelling the strength of his possessiveness, made her think there might be a chance.

  Magda gave herself a mental shake. There wasn’t a chance. She needed to enjoy the now and know there wouldn’t be a later. Accepting that fact was the only way to protect her heart.

  Ayden put a paw into the water then pulled it out. It wasn’t the frigid cold that had him stepping back. Water frothed and tumbled over large rocks while racing down the mountain in a curving, wide path. They wouldn’t be able to cross it.

  On the other side, fresh undisturbed snow fell in drifts down the mountain. Magda saw what Ayden saw and understood why he wanted on the other side. There were fresh prints in the snow along the opposite bank. There were scrapings from stags, who had shoved snow out of the way with their large antlers while searching for food. By the amount of prints in the snow, it appeared a small herd might be nearby. Magda’s tummy rumbled in anticipation of a feast.

  She nipped at Ayden when he once again put his paw in the water.

  I’ve got this, she growled.

  Ayden turned into her, forcing her away from the bank with his larger body. He was almost twice her size and if she resisted he would have her on her side. When he nudged into her, his scent seeped deep into her lungs. His powerful, hard muscular body singed her hide. More than anything she wanted to belly up and demand he fuck her. With her next breath she inhaled the smell of her growing lust.

  Ayden stared down at her with intense silver eyes. A low rumble cleared his throat. There was no language in their fur but she understood his meaning. First we eat, then sweet little bitch, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.

  Magda didn’t want to look away. She stared up at him, still feeling his fur pressed against hers. Cariboos were a large breed of werewolf. She imagined his cock filling and stretching her. Cravings she’d suppressed these past few months now bordered on desperation. More than enjoying his kill, she wanted him impaling her until she howled with pleasure.

  Ayden would imprint his scent on her. She would do the same to him. That realization sobered her thoughts.

 
; Practical thinking prevailed in her fur. Carrying his scent wouldn’t save her from death. If he returned to his pack with her scent, he’d be forced to deny who he’d just fucked. It forced her to acknowledge that all the two of them would ever enjoy together was casual sex, nothing more.

  Magda turned her head until Ayden was out of her line of vision and blew out a breath. If she were able to expunge his scent from her lungs, from inside her nose and the air around her, she’d do it. In spite of her brain telling her a good roll in the mountain grass would ease the gnawing pain growing relentlessly in her womb, her heart wasn’t sure she’d endure a one night stand with this male.

  Doing her best not to think about how wonderful his cock would feel buried deep inside her, she forced herself to dwell on their current situation. It pained her more than she wanted to admit. She needed a real meal, though. Magda argued with her mind that she needed to focus on food and not Ayden’s sexual abilities. Although fucking tail! There wasn’t a doubt in her mind he would be one hell of a good lay.

  Helping them out with their predicament would distract from the lustful currents clogging the air between them. And the thoughts distracting her mind. Once she did, the rich, sweet smell of desire that was a bit too strong at the moment would diminish considerably, at least on Ayden’s end. Once he truly saw why Malta werewolves were despised, understood the extent of her gift, there was no doubt he’d lose interest. It was how it always worked with males in the past growing up on her mountain.

  Magda would use her gift. Ayden would see exactly what she was capable of doing. It would turn him away. He might not want to protect or help her anymore. It was a chance she’d take. A chance she’d have to take. It was the only way they’d be able to cross the water.

  But they would enjoy fresh kill. Magda needed to eat. She leapt away from him. Hopefully he wouldn’t betray her. Then she’d be on the run again. But at least this time well fed and in the company of a gorgeous werewolf, who at least at the moment, wanted her.

  He tried circling her. There wasn’t any hiding how aroused he was, especially in his fur. His cock hung low between his legs. His stiff prance proved how ready he was to mount her. The lust rolling off him made it damn hard to concentrate.

  Part of her didn’t want to do this. She didn’t have to use her gift again around him. He’d seen her temper get the best of her in the cave but that was nothing compared to what he was about to witness. Let Ayden believe what he already did about her breed. If she didn’t show him and he continued to want her, her life might change for the better.

  Magda wasn’t going to turn her back on her heritage though. Running, hunting, fucking this male might prove a glorious time. He still wouldn’t take her to his den. She would still be a Malta werewolf. And having run with a pack, eventually Ayden would miss that. He’d leave her. Magda didn’t want a short time of heaven just to have it ripped away from her—and her heart destroyed as well.

  That was enough to motivate her to do what she did next. She didn’t take her time deciding which tree might be best. She looked up, found the tallest one, and forced herself to think only of it. With that part of her brain she’d fine-tuned since leaving her den with her littermates, she thought only of breaking the tree trunk at its base.

  The sound of bark splitting crackled in the air. It was louder than thunder and lightning exploding at the same time. The earth shook as bark ripped open and roots pulled free from the ground. Trees surrounding the one Magda had chosen swayed heavily when the tree began to fall. It was as if a violent, invisible storm attacked that one section of trees.

  Ayden quit moving around her and leapt in front of her, looking overhead as a fierce roar bellowed from his lungs. It was a ferocious, terrifying sound. His scent changed. Magda inhaled his aggressive, protective aroma. He then bull-dozed into her, knocking all air out of her lungs when he crushed her to the ground.

  Chapter Six

  Magda wasn’t able to see the result of her work. The ground shook when the tree fell. Water splashed and in spite of Ayden damn near suffocating her by lying on top of her, cold water soaked both of them.

  He continued growling, every inch of him trembling. It was the predator in him, as well as the protector’s need to attack and protect. Yet there was no enemy. Then slowly his scent changed. Yet he didn’t move off of her.

  This wasn’t what she expected. She’d just given Ayden a full-blown example of her gift, of the ability existing inside her due to the Malta werewolf blood in her system. And he smelled of lust?

  She took another breath, this one not as deep. There was no doubt. Ayden’s aroma was strong, powerful, and so rich, almost sweet. Definitely not spicy. He wasn’t pissed. She didn’t smell anything sour. He wasn’t disappointed. Magda picked up on one scent, and only one. Ayden wanted her, now.

  Did being a Malta werewolf turn him on? That made absolutely no sense at all.

  Magda tried moving underneath him. She twisted, then growled when he didn’t move. Get off me! Why aren’t you angry?

  Ayden moved his head next to hers. She turned and stared into his eyes that glowed with a vibrancy and energy suddenly radiating off him. He opened his mouth, showing off bright white, long sharp teeth.

  Are you grinning at me? Fucking tail! You’re making fun of me, she snarled, curling her lip at him.

  He moved on top of her. Magda stilled. His dick was hard—very hard.

  She wasn’t sure what possessed her. Ayden was twice her size. He was physically stronger, and faster than she was. An urgency she wasn’t able to label seized her and she pushed with all she had then darted forward and out from underneath him.

  Magda didn’t make it far. Ayden pounced. He was behind her so she didn’t see the action. She swore he must have left the ground and flew through the air because he landed on top of her a moment later. Partially surprised, but more than a little bit turned on, Magda once again found herself underneath him.

  She was on her side with too much muscle and male smothering her. Magda stared up at Ayden. She knew the look of a male when he wanted to fuck. Ayden definitely had that look on his face. But there was something else.

  It scared her. She growled at him. He’d said he wanted to lay his kill at her paws. There was no way he wanted a long term relationship with her, though. Ayden smelled smart enough to understand how much that wouldn’t work for the two of them. He’d be committing himself to a life on the run.

  Damn him. When she growled he started panting. There was no denying the cocky grin when he stared down at her.

  She did want him. But she wanted her heart in one piece when she had to run again. It was no secret that life wasn’t fair. Magda accepted how things were for her. Would spending time with this male be worth it? Once he started thinking with the head on his shoulders again, he’d smell the truth of how a life with her would be.

  Already she knew the answer to her question. Maybe she wasn’t thinking with the head on her shoulders either. Because there was no way she’d be able to turn him away.

  Ayden ran his tongue over her fur. Physical sensations conquered her worries. On one side of her, the frozen ground seeped deep into her coat and chilled her. On the other side, his large, thick body emitted warmth she swore was hot enough to melt the snow around them. But when he licked her again, the intense heat from his mouth scorched her hide, her mind and frazzled her senses.

  He continued stroking her body with his tongue, then started nipping at her neck. She looked up in time to see his eyes grow heavy. They half-closed and if she let herself believe, he appeared intoxicated by her taste.

  And what she wouldn’t do to believe. If a male like this, so incredibly strong, so wonderfully powerful, were to fall for her, everything in her world would change. She’d survived so far by keeping her head on straight and her senses strong. How would she fight falling for him as well just so she could keep them alive?

  When he bit again, this time applying enough pressure that the sharp tips of his teeth
scraped along her nape, Magda didn’t have it in her to fight him. Or even more so, fight her inner turmoil over whether his pleasure would be worth future pain. She wanted this too much. Her eyes rolled back in her head. He was still on top of her. Which at the moment was a damn good thing. If not, she was certain she would belly up for him.

  I won’t ever belly up for any male. Her growl was more a low rumble.

  Ayden mistook it for Magda enjoying what he was doing to her. It made sense that he would. Every inch of her was drenched in the smell of her lust. In spite of worrying over losing her heart, her desire for him still overpowered all other emotions. He thought she was growling over the pleasure she felt.

  His tongue and teeth created a certain kind of magic. They put her under his spell. Magda soon lost herself in a fog of lust. She no longer lay on snow melting under her body heat. The cold, wintery day no longer surrounded her. It didn’t matter that a wonderful feast was on the other side of the rushing mountain water. She’d worry later about any repercussions of fucking him. Ayden’s large muscular body pressed against hers. His sexual skills were beyond anything she ever dreamed a male capable of.

  It took her a moment to notice she wasn’t pinned under his weight any longer. He inched off her and snuggled in next to her. That tongue of his was going to stroke her into unleashed ecstasy. This time when she released a low rumble in her throat, she meant exactly what he thought she meant.

  His almond-shaped silver eyes glowed against his thick white coat. Ayden’s cheekbones were wide, his face expressive and sincere. He responded with a rumble of his own, his mouth opened just a bit as he stared down at her. Then he closed his eyes and continued exploring her body with his tongue.