With Her Capture

by Lorie O'Clare

  In spite of knowing his exact intent, Magda still jumped when he stroked her inner thigh. His tongue was long, rough, but with just enough sensuality to caress her senses to a level hard to reach in her current form. Emotions such as love, compassion, or even hatred, weren’t as strong in her fur.

  That didn’t mean every nerve ending didn’t stand at attention and spark a craving between her legs that needed attention. She was very capable of feeling pleasure in her fur. And fucking tail! Did Ayden know how to pleasure!

  Magda rolled to her back, which wasn’t bellying up. She simply made it easier for Ayden to give her what she wanted. Magda spread her legs, and was lost in the torturous agony Ayden created with his tongue. Her fur was soaked between her legs, and it wasn’t just from him. Cream coated her entrance. It soaked her fur. The smell of it mixed with their mutual lust and hung thick in the air around them.

  The sound Ayden made when his tongue dipped inside her damn near rocked her world. No. It was more accurate to say he almost rocked her off her world. She was falling—hard. Sensations racked her insides and almost sent her toppling over an edge she hadn’t known was that close. She wanted to hang on. She wanted to know the extent of pleasure he offered. Magda wanted it all.

  His tongue swirled around her entrance, dipping inside then lapping at the cream that readied her for him. The weight of his head pressed her thighs further open for his exploration. His long, thick and perfectly rough tongue tortured her entrance. He explored, enjoyed, and pulled all apprehension and logical thinking from her system.

  One of the reasons werewolves in general pitied humans was because they were half of a whole. Humans didn’t have the ability to change, shed their skin and free themselves of all the baggage life brought on. Werewolves changed and ran, hunted, fought and played in their fur. It freed them of all the emotions brought on while in their flesh. It was the main reason why werewolves always smelled crisp and carried the scent of whatever emotion they experienced at that moment. It was also why humans stunk from years of bottling up emotion after emotion.

  Ayden helped free her of those emotions carried in her flesh faster than she’d ever have been able to on her own. Magda howled, no longer able to restrain from the pleasure Ayden offered. His tongue dipped deep inside her and stroked her inner walls with fiery passion.

  Magda raked the air with her claws. She snapped her teeth and roared her delight. She wanted to hold on, to find a way to stay right where she was.

  Don’t stop! she howled. I don’t ever want this to end.

  When she opened her eyes, it took a moment to focus. Part of her didn’t want to leave the blissful, yet torture ridden place he was sending her.

  If her body were shaped different she would have grabbed his head. She would have put both hands on him and insisted he stay right where he was. There was no pleasure greater. Well there was. Her orgasm would be incredible. It was so close she smelled it on her already. She tasted it in her mouth. She felt it building from deep in her womb, creating a pressure that was both pain and pleasure.

  But her paws wouldn’t grab his head. Her claws were extended, sharp and deadly and trying to claw through the air. She lifted her head and looked at Ayden. His large head, with glistening white fur, was a striking contrast from her shiny black coat. Where his fur was thick, coarse and long enough that she itched to drag her claws through it, her fur was silky, much longer, and at the moment, incredibly soaked between her thighs.

  His eyes were at half-mast. The glow of the silver there was set off even further from the glimpse of his wet, red tongue between a powerful row of teeth. Not once did he nip her. He was being gentle. It was almost cruel. She wanted aggressive, rough, maybe even a power play, yet loved what he was doing right now and never wanted him to stop.

  He sensed her looking at him and she knew the moment his eyes focused. They opened wide and he met her gaze. Before she was ready for it he thickened his tongue and impaled her.

  Oh my fucking tail! she wailed. It sounded more like a choked yelp.

  As quickly as he thrust deep inside her, he pulled his tongue out and mounted her.

  Right before she was able to come.

  Hey! she protested.

  Just because she’d held back while he devoured her pussy didn’t mean that when the time was right she wanted to be robbed of her orgasm. She intended to nip at his cheek, just to let him know how truly cruel he’d just been, but Ayden washed her face with his come-soaked tongue. She smelled herself on him.

  Our scents will be embedded on each other. It was a bit too late to dwell on that fact. Especially when it was suddenly impossible to think. As he soaked her face, he drove his cock deep inside her.

  This time Magda didn’t yelp. She barked and howled at the same time, the sound fierce to her ears. And she opened her eyes wide. Ayden didn’t look apologetic. Nor did he look proud that she appreciated his size. His expression was hard, intense, and his eyes glazed over with the pleasure he was also experiencing.

  Then he began moving, repeatedly impaling her. He fucked her hard. His cock was wonderfully thick, perfectly long and filled her completely She swore her inner pussy walls stretched to take all of him, which made her orgasm more imminent.

  The pressure he’d already created soared through her with lightning fast speed. This time she wasn’t able to hold back to lengthen the ecstasy. There was no controlling it, not for either of them.

  Magda cried out while her world shattered into millions of pieces. She let go while her orgasm exploded inside her. Come rushed out of her, like a bubble erupting right before it left her, then soaking both of them instantly. The smell of lust filled the air around them along with something else that smelled clean, almost relaxing. Yet relaxed was a far cry from how she felt.

  Every inch of her trembled. Her orgasm hit her hard. It didn’t matter how long it had been since she’d came. It wasn’t important how well her last lover had fucked her. Nothing about her past carried any importance, not any longer. What she’d just experienced was unlike anything she ever had before. Whether he knew it, or not, Ayden had just changed her world—forever.

  She watched him explode along with her. For the rest of her life she would remember what she saw at that very moment. Ayden threw his head back. His wide chest puffed out. His neck appeared thicker. But it was when he opened his mouth and howled, at the same time filling her insides with repeated hot squirts of his come that she understood. He didn’t try pulling out, which was the only way to minimize the length of time their scents would be embedded on each other.

  He lowered his head and focused on her. Something in his eyes had changed. She recognized pure carnal satisfaction. But she now understood what she’d smelled. Ayden had been serious about laying his kill at her paws. Not only had this powerful, protective male found her, but he’d just laid his claim on her. How would she ever leave him now?

  Chapter Seven

  Ayden followed Magda over the makeshift bridge she’d created by causing a tree to fall. The tree was tall enough that its trunk stretched over the rushing water with roots splayed on the bank they’d been on and branches stretched across the snow covered ground on the other side. It had taken a moment to smell the truth of what happened when it fell. He’d heard few howlings over the years about Malta werewolves—that they moved things with their minds. That didn’t make it any less incredible witnessing it.

  Magda had smelled more upset after the tree fell than him. Probably because she wasn’t used to anyone, possibly other than her litter, witnessing what she could do without whoever saw it wanting to hunt her down after. Ayden had no problem showing her that it didn’t bother him.

  Maybe it was growing up on a mountain with so many other species nearby. He’d known since he was a pup that everyone in the world wasn’t just like him. His sire raised him and Anthony to respect others, such as the leopards, owls and lunewulf. Each had their assets and flaws. The way it smelled to Ayden, Malta werewolf were different, but no
t so flawed they needed annihilated. The one trotting in front of him definitely needed kept around, cherished and protected.

  He watched her ass sway in front of him and focused on the extra shiny glimpses he caught under her tail where he knew she was still wet. Later he would bathe her. He couldn’t wait to do so. But he wouldn’t deprive her of a good hunt first. Ayden imagined it had been a while since Magda had enjoyed the luxury of being the hunter instead of the hunted.

  As they leapt off the fallen tree the sun gleamed over Magda’s silky black coat. He’d never seen a werewolf with her coloring. Black as night. Smooth and satiny, and so incredibly soft to the touch. Not like his rough, thick coat. Ayden imagined she felt the cold a lot more than he did. If so, Magda wasn’t showing it. She moved with eager enthusiasm ahead of him and looked back only after she’d jumped gracefully off the tree.

  A tree she still smelled very proud of making fall with her powers. She’d tested him, wanted a rise out of him, fear or anger. Hopefully he’d shown her that she wouldn’t chase him off with some trick of her mind.

  Ayden knew they were different. Hell, her coat was black and his white. But their markings weren’t what made them different. It was the way of their packs, how they’d been whelped and raised by their litters. Since his teenage years before fully maturing there had been howling that he’d make a good pack leader. Ayden entered into adulthood with the respect of his pack, and with knowing all that he saw around him was his to control and protect.

  Magda, he imagined, had lived a secluded life. Her litter probably had a den in a hidden, remote area. Since she’d survived into adulthood, there had to have been times when she’d known good hunting. Yet now she was alone. She’d entered his world running for her life. She didn’t question that she needed to stay hidden. It was likely the only way she’d ever run.

  It might be wrong but he liked the idea of keeping her away from everyone else—and to himself. It had felt so damn good being buried deep inside her pussy, and he planned on being inside her again soon. More than that, he wanted to explore what was between them, because he smelled more than lust.

  It sucked that he wouldn’t be able to take her to his den. That wasn’t an option. He sensed that Magda believed he didn’t understand the way of it with her. But he did. Ayden knew there was no way he could take her into his pack. He might have the respect of all he knew, but that wouldn’t allow him the right to prance into his world with a Malta werewolf. Now that she carried his scent it would only mean that his pack would hunt both of them down.

  Magda slowed and stopped, turning and waiting for his lead. Her mouth was open and she panted with a delectable smile on her face. Her long, graceful tail wagged and her scent smelled happy. He picked up on something else. Defiance, maybe a challenge. He read it and thought he understood. Magda still believed he should react more to her uprooting the tree. He’d responded physically. He’d been startled. But he hadn’t given her the emotional reaction that she wanted. Although he thought making love to her was one hell of an emotional reaction, he prepared himself for whatever she might do next.

  They easily picked up on the scent of an elk herd and hunted side by side. It was a glorious experience. Together, they chose their prey and went in for the kill with satisfying aggressiveness. The fresh meat tasted wonderful. A bright sun spilled warmth over Magda’s flesh once her belly was full. No one disturbed them. The world seemed void of anyone other than Ayden and her.

  Magda stretched over flat, cool rocks where the wind this high on the mountain had cleared all snow. She basked in the sunlight. It was important to focus on the good when it came along. They’d had wonderful sex. Ayden had taken her hunting. They’d just stuffed themselves on fresh elk meat. He wasn’t appalled by her gift.

  Ayden was damn near too good to be true.

  Magda stretched, content not to move for a while. This was as close to paradise as it got, she thought to herself. Then, with lids at half mask, she took in Ayden’s well sculptured body. He looked powerful, dangerous, and so incredibly confident in his world. Her scent was on him. If they fucked again it might remain embedded in his flesh for weeks. If they kept fucking it would eventually bond with his scent and, like her, both would smell mated—permanently.

  According to their ancient laws and traditions they were already mated. Although some claimed a true mating occurred when a male and female had sex in their fur and in their flesh. So they were half way there. Not that she thought their mating was a good idea. But to hell with ancient traditions and laws. They hadn’t helped her so far in life. Besides, Magda was dying to fuck Ayden in their human form. Although, and she fought not to smell sad over the thought, doing so would be a death sentence for Ayden if his pack found out whose scent was on him.

  Ayden stared off the edge of the cliff where he lay next to her. Unlike her, he appeared anything but relaxed. He rested on his haunches but muscles ripped underneath his shiny, thick white coat. She studied his profile, his serious, alert expression. She took in the thick muscle tone around his shoulders that led down to his firm stomach. His hind legs were perfectly shaped. There wasn’t a flaw on him.

  And if she continued lying next to him drooling, he’d smell her lust.

  She cleared her thoughts and shifted her attention to where he looked. From their vantage point Magda saw where they’d run to get here. The tree still rested from the edge of one bank to the other over the river. Beyond that, buried in the thick trees on the other side of the river, was her cave, her den for now.

  Maybe he wouldn’t pick up on her scent if she continued adoring how perfect he was. If she began imagining how sex would be with him in their human form, he might not even glance her direction when she turned ripe with desire. Ayden was in pure protective mode. It dawned on her that he was allowing her to enjoy the sun, her full stomach, and the sensation of peace. He, on the other hand, was making sure no one ruined her moment of happiness.

  And she was. It hadn’t crossed her mind that she might be attacked and killed the entire time they hunted. Nor had she worried about who might spot her when she enjoyed their fresh kill. Even now, stretched out on this cliff near the top of the mountain, Magda wasn’t in fear for her life.

  Ayden had given that to her. She wouldn’t deny it and when she was able to speak again she would thank him. He honored her, not for what breed she was, but for the female she was. Had anyone other than her sire and mother ever done that for her before?

  If she weren’t careful she would confuse the smell of his protecting her with something else. She shouldn’t fall for him simply because he offered her something that no other male had ever given her. She definitely couldn’t continue to run by his side simply because he offered protection.

  But how, in her world, would she differentiate safety and protection from love? Not that she was trying to sniff out love or a mate, but she needed to understand the difference.

  She argued that she hadn’t asked for Ayden to enter her life. She hadn’t sought him out or tried tricking him into being with her. Quite the opposite she assured herself. So where was the harm in running by his side, hunting with him, fucking him? And falling hard for him.

  Magda looked away quickly when she growled her last thought out loud. Ayden turned his head slowly, his action relaxed, comfortable, and pressed his nose into the side of her face. He inhaled, appeared satisfied that nothing was wrong with her, and with the same controlled movement, returned his attention to where he watched their world around them.

  There was no escaping her thoughts, however. Magda would eventually despise herself if she remained with Ayden simply because he protected her. Correction. She doubted she’d ever despise him. It would be selfish on her part to let him continue protecting her. If there were a world where they ran as equals, where she didn’t fear for his life, and he continued by her side, things would be different. Maybe then she would know love if she smelled it. But as things were now, it was impossible not to feel gratitude for what he
offered her. Yet that wasn’t love.

  Magda’s thoughts darkened when an ugly truth sank deep into her brain. Her heart constricted and suddenly it was too hard to breathe. If she did care about him, she needed to stop him from running by her side.

  Just looking at him lying next to her, so proud and content, was her confirmation that he wouldn’t survive in her world. Ayden wasn’t meant to be hunted, or worse yet, hated and despised. There would never be a world where she could run as he did.

  Ayden knew a world of power, confidence that all who saw him respected him. He was alpha to all around him. And he would lose all of that if he chose to run with a Malta werewolf bitch. He’d lose his pack, his den, more than likely even any litter he had. Everyone would shun him. His death would be ordered right along with hers just because of the bad choice he’d made in choosing a mate.

  The best thing to do, if she cared about him, was to run and never see him again.

  Ayden stood abruptly and gave her a sharp bark. When she stood, he rubbed his head to hers and nipped at her fur. It felt so right, so incredibly good. Even though she’d grown sullen with her thoughts, he instantly created sparks inside her that ignited into flames when he pressed against her. Already she wanted to fuck him again.

  He started back, running in their footprints embedded deep in the snow that they’d created climbing to the cliff. She followed, enjoying the view. His ass barely moved as he ran ahead of her but muscles rippled under his thick coat. Ayden was a lot taller than she was, but she still saw how his hips narrowed into his loin. His body was thick and powerful looking from his shoulders into his back. Magda doubted she’d ever tire of watching him run.

  They returned over her bridge. The two of them then broke into a hard run and didn’t stop until they reached her cave.

  Magda entered, feeling the change nip at her when she stopped by her clothes on the cave floor. As her body changed, bittersweet emotions tugged at her heart before the transformation was complete. She focused on the tiny, explosive shocks in her spine when it shifted in order to accommodate her human form. Bones stretched while her heart pounded against her ribs, insuring blood flow while she went through the change.