With Her Capture

by Lorie O'Clare

  He moved his hand to the middle of her back and pulled her against him. Her hair streamed off her shoulder. It stuck to her back, to her damp flesh. She shivered, but not from the cold. Lust so amazingly unleashed it filled her with a sense of power caused every inch of her to tremble. Ayden might be proof that a male existed who saw past her breeding and into the soul of what made her a female. And maybe, just maybe, he did fully understand and was trying to tell her that he accepted how his life would change by running alongside her.

  “Male, fuck me,” she snarled, and fought the urge to bite his shoulder. He wasn’t hers to mark, not yet.

  Her pussy swelled and pulsed. She tried stretching her leg further around his body, needing to rub herself against so much powerful male. When she pushed, she wasn’t able to roll Ayden to his back. He stubbornly remained on his side, willing to have her wrapped around him but not be inside her. She wasn’t able force him where she wanted him or to lift her body any higher in order to thrust her swollen heat against his hard cock. Ayden kept her where he wanted her and once again impaled her mouth.

  Her breasts ached. Her nipples were so hard that the pain was sweet. When his body shifted against hers, meticulous torture reverberated through her insides. Fine, taut curls on his chest brushed over her puckered nipples and damn near sent her sailing over the waves of desire building to a dangerous point in her womb.

  “Ayden,” she gasped in desperation. “Damn it. Please.” She hated how she begged but the need was too strong.

  Magda wanted him to be her perfect male. The smell of his desire was so rich, so incredibly pure she drowned in it. Her scent mixed with his. It made the air around them so intoxicating, like she breathed in an addictive drug with every breath. Magda didn’t smell any hesitation or reservations on Ayden’s part.

  And she didn’t need to sniff him out to know his intent. His cock was so hard it left no doubt how much he physically wanted her. Ayden was going to be just as wild a lover in his flesh as he was in his fur. His aggressive nature left no room for doubt. He wanted her bad enough to attack.

  She wanted to believe there was a wonderful life for them after they had sex. Because there was no turning back. They’d already fucked in their fur and were now going to do the same in their flesh. His scent would mix with hers. Hers would mix with his. They wouldn’t smell the same to anyone who knew them. They would smell mated.

  It would work out. Somehow she’d figure out a way to keep Ayden from getting killed once his pack learned he smelled like a Malta werewolf. She’d sniff her way to a solid resolution so he would maintain his alpha status. There would be a way. Magda would do all that and live to know what it felt like to have sex with the most perfect male she’d ever sniffed out in her life.

  Ayden continued kissing her while her thoughts jumbled around in her brain. But when his hand went up her back, grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled—hard—thinking no longer mattered.

  Magda let her head fall back, resting it against his fisted hand holding her hair. There was no mistaking pure male satisfaction when he growled and kissed and licked his way down her neck.. He did things with his mouth and tongue she’d never known would be so erotic. The way he lashed at her neck, then nibbled her damp flesh, created new sensations she desperately wanted to continue experiencing.

  His teeth found her collarbone. His rough scrape made her toes curl, and had her digging her fingernails into his back when she cried out. The air with a fresh wave of their lust. It’s rich, sweet smell would cling to the cave walls for days. She was sure of it. It was that strong.

  “Tell me you want this,” he breathed. His words were hot against her skin.

  Magda’s words were barely audible, but she didn’t hesitate. “I do,” she confessed. She wanted this every day for the rest of her life.

  He finally moved their bodies, rolling her again to her back. Magda stretched her legs, wrapping them around him when he came over her. Heat soaked through her flesh. Already, she was so damn wet between her legs. Rich, pungent smelling cream clung to her. Magda wanted to soak his cock with it. His swollen tip brushed against her entrance. She moaned and raked her nails over his back, doing her best to force him to move so he’d fill her. This time she did mark him.

  Ayden let out a fierce hissing sound when the faintest hint of the smell of blood, from where she’d just scratched his back, mixed with the lust already clinging to each of them. At the same time, when she wasn’t successful in forcing him inside her, Magda growled out her frustration and ran her hands up the rest of his back to his shoulders.

  “Tell me you want me,” he demanded. His words were harsh. His scent so incredibly dominating and possessive the air began smelling tart and sweet at the same time.

  He lowered his head. His pressed his arms against hers, preventing her from moving. Magda raised her head in time to watch his teeth capture her puckered nipple.

  “Ooh!” she wailed. “Fucking tail,” she choked out when an orgasm almost exploded inside her. She didn’t quite peak and wanted to pound his shoulders and insist he give her what she want.

  “Tell me,” he ordered.

  “Yes. Damn it, yes! I want you.”

  Ayden sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. Rapid currents of desperate need flooded her insides. It was as if there was a direct current, a torrent of lust as harsh and aggressive as the mountain water they’d crossed earlier, rushing inside her between her breast and her pussy. Again he took her breast into his mouth, and that already pulsing need ruptured inside her pussy.

  He was a full grown male, in his prime, physically strong and built to attack at a moment’s notice. The power behind her orgasm when it rushed out of her was enough for her to raise both of them off the cave floor. The molten heat flowing through her was too much to handle.

  Magda needed him now.

  “Fuck me,” she howled, her words easier to understand this time. She was driven by need stronger than she’d ever known before. “Now, Ayden. I need you now.”

  He responded by moving to her other breast. Ayden applied the same torture. He bit her nipple, applying just enough pressure with his teeth to send her senses spilling over to that place so hot, so sensual that it burned her from the inside out.

  “Fucking tail! God! Yes,” she cried out and forced her arms to move against his.

  Magda dug her nails in at his waist and pushed, wanting his cock at her pussy. The moment Ayden stiffened, responding to her assault, she felt a small wave of power. She hadn’t ripped his flesh this time. The metallic smell of blood from her first assault still lingered and was as erotic as the mixture of their lustful aromas that continued clouding the air around them.

  He lifted his head and looked at her. Strong streaks of silver made his potent blue eyes look more powerful.

  “Will you continue to mark me ma beaute noire?”

  Up until now Magda had viewed his French nickname for her as an insult. The way he growled the term of endearment now filled her with something stronger than lust. It was an emotion she didn’t dare embrace, but nonetheless it hung in the air between them. She stared into those eyes, terrified she might lose her heart to this male.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered, never looking away from his possessive stare when she spoke.

  “I will,” he promised, and moved lower down her body.

  Chapter Nine

  If Magda moved underneath him again, Ayden feared he might not make good on that promise. She had him more worked up than any female had in as long as he remembered. No one in his pack stirred the incredible urge to possess and protect the way she was doing now. Not once had he wanted a bitch so much that he wouldn’t be able to take his next breath if he didn’t have her.

  He hadn’t been furious when she’d made that log fall. It didn’t piss him off that she started a fire simply by looking at it. Nothing about her terrified him or made him believe his world would be better off, or safer, without her in it. In fact, the unwavering knowledge that she was s
elf-sufficient took hold of him in a way he wasn’t able to describe.

  He didn’t want her to see him as just a protector though. She’d run as far as she was able. He’d seen it in the way her eyes were flat, her soul having retreated to a dark and unpleasant place, when he’d first sniffed her out.

  His beaute noire damn near glowed from head to toe when he gazed down at her now. Her dark eyes were illuminated like rare gems. Her cheeks flushed a dark shade that almost matched the color of those full, luscious lips. Magda’s tanned flesh glistened with moisture. Every inch of her smelled ripe with need for him. It was a powerful aroma, rich with lust and something clean and fresh. He recognized the emotion. Magda craved him more than physically. She cared about him.

  Ayden wasn’t going to just fuck her. It was a decision that had seemed simple and rational in his fur. Now, in his human form, Ayden saw the truth wrapped around so many emotions. This was the female for him. He saw the challenge in all of it. There would be circumstances strong enough to change his life. But then, mating with any female altered the course of a single male.

  Ayden would howl the way of it with Magda later. That is, if she didn’t see how they were united already. But from what he knew about her already, he felt safe to say there would definitely be some howling. He almost grinned at the thought of sparring with her.

  Damn! He was getting ready to make love in their flesh and already he imagined how fucking her again would be.

  Staring deep into her dark orbs, Ayden bet his tail that she smelled the truth. Once they were done and she was clean from her bath, Magda would be stubborn enough to deny how they would run. He wasn’t in any hurry to finish having sex with her, however. Ayden planned on enjoying every scent and nuance involved with the act. He wanted to know her body, learn where all her scars were, where she was the most sensitive, and exactly where his dick needed to plunge to make her howl. And he wanted her to come harder every time he brought her to an orgasm.

  “You’re mine.” Ayden wasn’t sure if he rumbled the words out loud. They definitely rose to his throat, along with a growl full of satisfaction and pleasure when he sunk deep into her soaked heat.

  Everything in his world shattered. Ayden no longer dwelt on Magda’s personality traits. It wasn’t important at that moment how she might react the next time they had sex. He didn’t care how rough and aggressively she might snarl when he laid the truth at her paws later. In fact, there wasn’t a thought in his head.

  All matters of their future would wait until later. Right now, buried deep inside Magda’s soaked pussy, the pleasure of it was far too great to worry about anything. She was hot, burning hot, and fit him like a perfect glove. He swore she’d been made just for him.

  Ayden slid further inside her. Magda’s mouth formed a perfectly shaped circle. Her breathing made her chest rise and fall. Her breasts pressed against his chest, receded only a bit, then tortured him once again. Her nipples were exquisite points of pleasure that brushed over his taut flesh.

  Then she was moving. Her legs stretched around his torso. Her pussy constricted, then grew pliable with the act. Ayden blinked, clearing his vision and saw the silver in her eyes. If his back was filleted after this, he’d have a good time making her pay for the damages. Again, it made him think of fucking her again.

  “So good,” she moaned, her voice a soft whisper.

  “Good isn’t good enough,” he growled, and plunged, once again, all the way into her welcoming heat.

  Straightening to his knees, he took her feet and rested them on his shoulders. Then grabbing her hands he clutched them over her head and leaned into her.

  “We can do so much better than good,” he whispered, and drove inside her again.

  She was so tight around his dick. He drowned in her drenched pussy, feeling her moisture coat his shaft and fill the cave with its pungent scent. But most of all, he took what she gave. Ayden offered all he had in return.

  “Better,” Magda cried out, her words breaking off between her harsh pants. “Than good!” She finished with a howl.

  Her pussy tightened around his dick, suffocating all life out of him.

  Magda lurched forward, putting strength into freeing her hands when her orgasm crashed into both of them. He gripped her wrists, holding her fast.

  She tossed her head from side to side. All that beautiful dark mane of hers fanned across her face. Its dark shades added to the wildness he was quickly falling for in her. Ayden kept the pace hard, rough, needing to see her in her most raw glory—peaking with her next orgasm.

  The moment she caught her breath, Magda started thrusting her hips. She put more strength into freeing her hands until he relented.

  “Claw at me again, sweet bitch, and I’ll do more than hold your hands in place,” he warned.

  Instead of answering, Magda leaned forward, coming to a sitting position. “Your flesh is safe, for now,” she murmured, and forced his dick out of her as she sat up and pushed.

  “What?” he began.

  This time Ayden didn’t stop her from taking the lead. He wasn’t opposed to a new position. If she wanted to call the shots, he’d let her. There was nothing wrong at all with an assertive female, especially when it came to sex. And his adorable beaute noire definitely knew how to be aggressive. Something in the back of his mind warned how gaining her submission, having her belly up to her mate, might take longer than he’d thought.

  Magda shoved him to the side and on to his back. He barely noticed the cold, hard cave floor underneath him when she climbed on top. He looked up at her delighted expression. If showing her how to trust and therefore follow his lead, took time, he would continually smell patient. She would be worth it.

  “My turn,” she informed him, pressing her palms flat against his chest.

  The view was as amazing as how she felt. Magda pressed his swollen cock against her entrance, then slid down on him. Instantly her head tilted back. She made that adorable round shape with her mouth when she began riding him. With no time to spare, she picked up the speed. Her breasts bounced in front of his face while her pussy constricted and relaxed around him.

  “Fucking tail,” he snarled, gripping her hips to slow her pace before she drained him dry.

  Magda grabbed his wrists. She wasn’t stronger than he was. Ayden didn’t mind her feeling in control. Some males might be intimidated. Ayden knew if he crushed her spirit, he’d crush her soul. He would never do anything to make the light go out in her pretty eyes again. Right now those eyes were on fire and he planned on keeping them alight with that glow always.

  She pulled his arms up and pinned his hands over his head, just as he had done with her. It was a win win situation. Now her breasts were just over his face, full and plump and bouncing when she began aggressively fucking him.

  But she brought him too close to the edge. It was time to take back control

  “Damn it. Magda!” he howled, coming fast to a sitting position.

  He brought his arms down, in spite of her efforts to hold him. But Magda had managed to take him too far.

  “My perfect black beauty,” he growled, pinning her to him and exploding inside her.

  “Perfect,” she moaned and constricted around his dick while her body trembled with her last orgasm.

  It took a moment before Ayden moved. He wasn’t sure if Magda were better in her fur or flesh. Both times were incredible. And now, she was his. He laid back and pulled her on top of him.

  Magda sighed, and rested her head on his shoulder. “Definitely much better than good,” she whispered.

  Ayden’s shirt was still damp from bathing Magda. He opted not to put it on when he changed from his fur into his flesh that evening after running across the mountain and back to his pack. He entered his den and sniffed, checking to make sure he was alone. Anthony wasn’t there, which allowed him time to put on different clothes. Magda’s scent was embedded in his skin, but wearing something else would tone down her smell a bit. He flipped on his bedroom la
mp and rummaged into his closet.

  With clean jeans and shirt on, he began gathering a few more things. The slightest sound and he stepped out of his closet, glancing toward the front door and listening. It was wrong having to worry whether Anthony returned, or not. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cared where his littermate was—not since they’d been grown males.

  “Perfect,” he explained, pulling out an old backpack. It still held a faint scent from his sire.

  He held the backpack a moment, studying it. Ayden smiled, remembering the last time it had been used. His sire had worn it when their entire litter had taken fresh kill in the backpack to an older mated couple. It was common for litters to take care of elderly in their pack. Most often his kind didn’t live to be so old they couldn’t hunt. But occasionally, a few managed to win every fight.

  Remembering that day, and how his sire had bragged about his mother being better at hunting than any female he knew, created a dull pain inside Ayden. More than anything he wanted to show Magda off to his pack. He wanted to puff his chest out with pride when everyone he knew howled how beautiful she was. Anthony wouldn’t get to meet the female Ayden was falling in love with.

  “Crap,” he hissed, and gave himself a hard shake. “You’ll stink up the air with your fucking pity.”

  Ayden straightened, glancing idly around the small room that had been his since he was a small pup. Anthony’s room was directly across the hall. He remembered the two of them whispering to each other late at night after they were supposed to be asleep. Anthony’s bedroom door was closed, unlike when they were little and his younger littermate never allowed it to be that way. It was because he wanted to be able to sniff out if his sire and mother were ever in trouble. That was Anthony’s story anyway. To this day he wouldn’t howl that it had ever been for another reason. Ayden wouldn’t push his littermate into lying, in spite of knowing the real reason was because Anthony was scared of being alone.