With Her Capture

by Lorie O'Clare

  Her hide began thinning until flesh covered her body. Her long black coat receded. Tiny hairs replaced it, which wasn’t enough to keep the frigid air in the cave from instantly making her shiver relentlessly. All the thoughts she’d had while in her fur bombarded her. Magda fought not to start crying before she stood on two feet.

  “Magda,” Ayden said from behind her.

  The change still burned inside her. Even as she shivered in the dark cave and worked to focus her human eyes, her hearing remained acute enough to hear the dark rumble in his human voice. Pressure swelled in her pussy. The strong aroma of their recent sex mixed in with her unbearable urge to fuck him again. She breathed in its pungent smell while moisture soaked her shaved flesh between her legs. Running from him would be impossible to do if she didn’t act soon.

  She turned around as soon as her two feet held her. It was important she howl the way of it before her emotions tore her apart.

  Chapter Eight

  “Thank you,” she choked out. Her vocal chords were barely human and the words came out stiff and throaty.

  “I’ll build up your fire.” Ayden moved in behind her. He rested his hands on her bare, damp shoulders and swore the energy still sizzling inside her shot straight through him to his cock.

  Magda stepped away from him and bent over to pick up her clothes. “I can do it.”

  “I’ll do it,” he growled.

  It took a fair bit of strength to turn from her and stalk across the cold cave floor to the pile of large and small branches blocking the entrance. How did any mated male manage to prepare bathing water for his female when she stood naked next to him? Her bare human ass sticking up in the air as she bent over to grab clothes looked too good to ignore. It damn near prevented him from seeing which pieces of wood to pull from the pile for a fire.

  As incredibly sensual as Magda was in her fur, with her tantalizing black silky coat flowing around her as she ran, she was equally hot in her flesh. Cariboo females had creamy white skin. Not Magda. Her melting, chocolate-colored flesh and her long, dark hair were only the beginning of what made her so fucking sexy.

  She had a round, perfectly shaped, firm ass. And those legs. They were trim, yet muscular. Werewolves were almost always in incredible shape. It came from good hard runs every night. Hunting in their fur and staying alert in their human form enabled his kind to almost always be slender and fit. That didn’t prevent him from stopping dead in his tracks and drooling while dropping logs on the embers in the fire pit. Magda pulled baggy sweats up her thighs. Ayden caught a glimpse of that shaved pussy before she hid it with sweatpants.

  Shifting his attention to her nicely rounded breasts and those dark rose colored areolas, he accepted that her soft curves and firm body drew him to her. She had a come-fuck-me body. But she was far from an easy female.

  Magda preferred howling how things would be. She liked being in control. It was that natural dominance in her that made him want to growl for her submission. As well, her predatory nature appealed to him. Ayden never would have guessed a female with so many dominating traits would smell like heaven every time he was near her.

  The logs fell on the smoldering ashes and began making crackling sounds.

  “Can you make the fire grow?” he asked, and watched as she pulled the sweatshirt over her head and her breasts disappeared underneath it.

  Magda looked at him with her dark eyes and brushed her tangled hair away from her face. She didn’t say anything but a thick smell suddenly surrounded him. He shifted, suddenly alert, and stared at her.

  “Did I offend you?” He smelled her sadness and instantly started around the fire pit toward her.

  Flames danced to life around the logs. Ayden took a step back, turning his attention to the fire that sprang to life at her silent, unnoticeable bidding.

  “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled. “That’s just amazing.”

  Light danced up the cave walls and cast Magda’s face in shadows. Her emotions changed with his next breath. He wanted to understand. It was important she knew he didn’t judge her for being different from him. Ayden didn’t smell an ounce of bad anywhere on her beautiful body.

  “No, I’m not offended.” Once fully dressed, she sat on the rock that was on her side of the fire. Her tone was unreadable.

  Something bothered Magda and he planned on knowing her thoughts. “Stay right there,” he ordered.

  He hurried into his jeans and boots, not wanting to dress but needing to if he were to gather snow for her bath.

  “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” Ayden wagged his finger at her, then grinned even though he wasn’t able to tell if she smiled back at him.

  Not bothering with his shirt, Ayden endured the elements as he scooped snow. The harsh cold helped clear his head. It also helped his dick release blood so it returned to the parts of his body that needed it so he’d think straight.

  Not that he thought his direction of thinking was going the wrong way. He was certain of his actions and why he would complete them. But the cold did soothe the growing feverish need inside him. Magda would probably appreciate her bath more if he weren’t pawing her all the way through it.

  She was unlike any female he’d ever known. It wasn’t her endangered life, her wary outlook or her continual fear that turned him on. Ayden knew he was a natural leader, that it was part of his nature to care for everyone and everything around him. The fact that Magda needed him, that her life was in jeopardy, that she was in dire need of a protector, definitely howled to him. But he saw now it was none of those things that made him want to know her better. It was her passion for life, to take on whatever might endanger her and run her way around it that grabbed at something deep inside his groin.

  “What are you doing?” She leapt to her feet when he pushed his way around her makeshift door with the pot loaded with snow.

  “Giving you a bath,” he grunted and took his time to make sure the pot sat evenly over the fire.

  “Ayden, there is—“

  He broke her off when he raised his hand to silence her. “I’m sure there are parts of my personality you’ve already sniffed out,” he told her, walking around the fire so he stood in front of her. “I’ll tell you now, I’m a traditional werewolf. After a run and good kill, I’m going to bathe you.”

  “I know what you’re doing.” She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and pursed her lips into a pout.

  He focused on them. His brain conjured up an image of his dick sliding through those pouty lips and he was instantly hard.

  “Pretty sure I was clear about it.” He lifted a thick strand of her dark hair. It was as silky in her flesh as it was in her fur.

  “You don’t have to do this,” she whispered.

  There it was again. He smelled sadness. Lifting his gaze to her dark eyes, which were almost round when she stared wide-eyed up at him, he picked up on confusion as well. Maybe he needed to be a bit clearer about his intentions.

  He sunk his fingers into her hair, feeling the tug from tangles and cupped the back of her neck.

  “I want to do this,” he growled, and captured her mouth with a searing kiss.

  Ayden yanked her up against his body. He wanted her mouth, but at the same time needed to taste all of her. He licked and nipped at her cheek, her neck, then her shoulder. With snow melting over the fire, there was time to show her exactly what he wanted to do before he bathed her.

  His breathing was hard and raspy as he turned the two of them toward the blankets she’d slept in the night before.

  “You might be able to do things I’ll never be able to do,” he let her know as he continued tasting her shoulder and forcing her to step backward. “There are things I can do, too.”

  “Oh,” she let out with a breath when he pressed her down on the cave floor.

  His body stretched over hers. Already one hand pushed her sweatshirt over her breasts. The other grabbed the elastic waist of the sweatpants and tugged them past the round curve of her
hips.

  “I want you out of these,” he growled, his tone sounding fierce when he’d wanted to sound chivalrous. Once ignited the fire inside him pushed him past any normal civilities. Ayden might be in his human form, but something more primal, even carnal, pulled from deep inside him and demanded he push forward until this female was officially his.

  It took a moment for his brain to register that he needed to lift off of her to undress her. He also needed out of his clothes. Because he wanted flesh—he needed to feel her naked body against his. He had her pinned underneath him. Before he tore the clothes off of her he managed to put space between them to peel them off.

  “If you do this—“

  Ayden cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. The fierceness in which he attacked her mouth had his mind swirling. His hand continued moving between them, struggling to unzip his jeans, moving his feet to try and remove the boots.

  “Ayden,” she moaned.

  Her hands were with his now. She pulled the sweatshirt over her head then left it there, creating a makeshift pillow with it. Her dark hair fanned away from her head in thick strands that were a wild frenzy of black silk stretching out in thick, long waves.

  His brain was in a frenzy, just like the untamed tangles of hair streaming away from her face. Magda no longer smelled of sadness or confusion. It was all the incentive he needed to continue on his path.

  Ayden pushed back to his knees and grabbed her sweat pants. The force in which he ripped them down her legs and off her body lifted her off the ground. Her rear end plopped back on to the blankets underneath him and her eyes widened.

  “Don’t move,” he instructed and stood to kick out of his boots and remove his jeans.

  All the while he stared down at her beautiful body. Her legs were bent and slightly open. Magda kept them that way as her gaze traveled down his body. Her tummy rose and fell. Ayden imagined he heard those small breaths of air flowing past her puckered, moist lips. It was impossible to hear with his human ears. Nonetheless, he kept his attention on her mouth and knew each breath would be soft and equally as torturous as a feather brushing over his skin.

  Thick black lashes hid part of her eyes from him. He knew where she looked though. He was acutely aware of each part of his body when she focused on it. His flesh sizzled under her scrutinizing attention. Each scar, every healed, puckered bit of flesh from an old tooth wound, grew hot when she studied it.

  Ayden knew her thoughts. Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of good wine when part of him held its appeal. Her lips moved, but she didn’t speak, when she looked at the mended flesh from battles throughout his life.

  She wanted to know. Magda took his body in sexually, but also because she wanted to know his past. This shed more light on what she thought then her scent. Who he was, how each battle had gone where he’d been scarred, mattered to her. He knew he smelled very pleased but couldn’t stop the emotion. His beaute noire cared about him, too. His heart thudded with primal possessiveness. The moment her attention dropped to his dick, blood rushed through him to engorge it.

  Magda’s eyes widened. She let out a soft moan and her scent was suddenly richer. He grew even harder when her mouth opened and her small tongue darted out to moisten her lips. She stared at him, but only for a moment before darting her attention back to his face when he lowered himself over her again.

  “You’re so beautiful.” He straightened his arms, keeping part of his weight off her. The action pressed his cock deep into her satiny smooth flesh just next to her hip bone.

  “I’m different.”

  “Perfect,” he insisted and gripped her hip, rolling her flesh against his swollen dick while lifting her slightly off the cave floor.

  Her laughter intensified her intoxicating aroma. “I’m definitely not perfect.

  Ayden scraped her lower lip between his teeth. “I think you might be perfect for me,” he whispered.

  “Ayden,” she said on a breath, and in turn bit his lip. “Maybe I’m not the perfect female for you,” she whispered into his mouth.

  “Maybe?” He pulled back and loved how flushed her face was.

  She swallowed. Her scent was making him mad. Ayden didn’t remember the last time his dick had been this swollen with need for a female. Magda pulled something deep inside him to life that he hadn’t ever known was dormant until now.

  When her lashes fluttered he was captivated by the act. She looked up at him. He stared deep into her black eyes. The longest moment of his life passed before his heart took its next beat. Magda wouldn’t stop him now. He wouldn’t allow it. Already he knew she wanted him. Her smell and body language didn’t lie.

  “You don’t know what life with me would be like.”

  “I don’t fear what I don’t know,” he told her, fighting to help her understand while her body tortured his cock. “I leap to understand it.”

  She gave him a small smile and the growl that was almost a purr, escaping from deep in her throat, brought his blood to a boil.

  Nothing compelled him to be gentle. The predator in him needed to possess, to control and conquer, and gain Magda’s complete submission.

  But with his next breath, which he barely managed to take because so much ripe, fully aroused female lay trapped underneath him, Ayden inhaled the sumptuously rich smell of her desire. It was stronger than before. She finally understood. It didn’t matter to him what breed she was. It was her, who she was inside and out that mattered—a lot.

  “Magdaline.” He growled her full name although not sure how coherent he sounded. He unleashed his need for her with an aggressiveness so strong, so breathtaking and demanding that with each of her soft, sultry cries, he needed even more.

  Ayden ran his hand down her smooth flesh and cupped her breast. He tugged on the full, ripe mound until his hand slipped and his fingers grasped her nipple. While nibbling on the corner of her mouth, he pinched the puckered flesh between his fingers.

  “Oh God!” She slapped her hands on either side of the cave floor and arched her back, pushing her breast against his hand. ”More. I want more,” she gasped.

  He pinched and swore he saw her flesh sizzle. When he let go and ran his fingers over the outside swell of her breast, her skin was no longer cold from the outdoors.

  She stared up at him with eyes laced with streaks of silver. Magda lifted her hands and reached for either side of his head. She dug her fingers into his short, thick hair and pulled his face to hers.

  “Fuck me,” she uttered under a staggered breath.

  “Already plan on it, my beautiful bitch.”

  “Make me come.”

  “Definitely.”

  When she lifted her head and pressed her lips to his, Ayden caught a glimpse at how hard it might be to tame his wild, black beauty. He might need to control. It was in his nature, who he was, bred deep through generations of fiercely aggressive, alpha males. It was part of his DNA make up to manage—and yes, adore—his female. At the moment though, Magda tugged him to her. Ayden obeyed like a compliant dog on a leash.

  It didn’t stop his urgency though. The moment he embraced their kiss, he once again drank in her scent, her sweet unique taste that so easily had captured his being from the basic core, and the feral side of him rose to take over and conquer. It wasn’t an action that required conscious thought. In his human form he was still a werewolf—an alpha male ready to command his queen.

  Ayden rolled off her body, breaking their kiss and forcing her fingers to slide off his head. He no longer cared how hard, or cold, the cave floor was. It brought some coherency to his brain. Grabbing her as she had just him, he sunk his fingers deep into her hair and pulled her face to his.

  “Come here,” he rumbled.

  Her growl matched his when she rolled to her side and draped a leg over his. Magda ran her hand down his back and scraped her finger nails over his flesh.

  Ayden’s balls constricted. They prickled then swelled with the same fury that matched the pressure building insi
de him, pushing him to the edge. His dick was painfully swollen and this time pressed against her inner thigh. It danced between them and she thrust her hips into him, teasing him when her damp pussy brushed against his shaft. All that mattered was filling her, stretching her hot moist flesh around him when he buried his dick deep in her pussy.

  He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and she took all of him. Magda dug her fingernails into his scalp then back down to his shoulders, scraping into his flesh. The sting when she punctured skin drained what blood was left there completely out of his brain.

  Magda ripped her mouth from his with a fierce turn of her head. “Oh damn,” she whispered, and wanted to mount Ayden right now, without further torture, and slide down his cock until he hit that spot deep inside her aching for release.

  It took a moment to catch her breath, to remember how to breathe. This was Ayden’s doings. He’d instigated this between them. Later there would be consequences. Magda wasn’t some innocent female who didn’t understand the direction they headed. Fucking him now would mate the two of them—if she were to honor their traditions. An alpha male like Ayden wouldn’t tolerate negative fallout after fucking her. She understood his scent, knew what he planned. God knew she desperately wanted him. Did she want him for life?

  Magda knew the answer to that question. However, it was a two-sided sword. She also wanted him to have a life.

  “I won’t hold you to a commitment.” She let the words spill out of her, hating how painful it was to force herself to be practical when she wanted him so bad.

  “Magdaline.”

  She’d never heard her name growled that way before.

  “You have nothing to worry about.”