Untangling himself from her he pushed to his haunches and took a moment to stare down at the black beauty underneath him.
“Get out of those clothes before they turn into shredded pieces of cloth,” he advised.
Cariboo lunewulf had blue eyes. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a werewolf who had another color, except being silver when in their fur. Magda flashed her long lashes over those large dark eyes and stared up at him. He loved her unique shade.
“You will not tear my clothes,” she instructed.
He lifted one shoulder, dropped it lazily. “Then undress.”
“I don’t see you taking your clothes off.”
Ayden took that as a request. Pushing himself off the bed, he stood at the foot of it and watched her while peeling off his clothes. Magda didn’t move but watched his actions. Her gaze lowered when he exposed himself to her. He didn’t deny himself that pure male satisfaction when she sucked in her breath at the sight of his dick.
“Your clothes are still on,” he warned her when he crawled back on to the bed, fully naked.
Magda pushed herself to a sitting position. “Ayden, I—“
He grabbed one leg and pulled until she fell on to her back. “I warned you.”
“You’re not tearing my clothes off me.”
“I gave you ample opportunity.” He undid her jeans and pulled. This time he didn’t stop at her thighs.
She let out a loud grunt when he forced her legs into the air and stripped her pants and underwear off her. Her socks came next.
“Take off that blouse.”
The moment he had her half-naked, the scent from moisture between his legs attacked his senses. Ayden lowered her to the bed but held on to one ankle. Then dragging her, he made her spread open for him.
It was a sight so beautiful he groaned in pure pleasure. Running a finger down the crease of her opening, it dawned on him this was the first time he would fuck Magda in a real bed. Not to mention with artificial light instead of next to a fire. Granted the flames’ light dancing off her skin had created an erotic effect he hoped to enjoy again, with the room they were in now, so well lit, he saw every inch of her beauty without having to adjust his vision. It was an incredibly beautiful sight.
Her moan came out on a deep, sultry sigh. “You aren’t making this easy,” she murmured.
“I’m very hard.”
“I’m not talking about sex.”
Her cream clung to his finger and he used it to lubricate her entrance then stroke her smooth flesh to her clit.
Magda brought her hands to her face and groaned loudly. “I am talking about sex. Oh hell, I told you that you aren’t making this easy.”
The smell of her arousal mixed with the rich, pungent aroma of her come had him so swollen that it hurt to position himself better between her legs. He stretched out between her legs, putting him face level with her pussy and letting his lower half drape off the bed.
“You and I might not be easy,” he told her. “But I swear to you, my beautiful little bitch, every moment together will be worth it.”
He tasted her. Her cream was thick on his tongue. It clung to his upper lip. The scent of her filled him as if he’d just taken a shot of the strongest alcohol and was instantly drunk from it. And so addicted he couldn’t wait to come down before having more.
“Ayden,” she moaned.
There wasn’t a male on the planet who didn’t love hearing his name escape the lips of a sexy female in her moment of rapture. He wanted to hear it again—over and over.
At the same time, he needed more of her. Dipping his tongue deep inside of her, he filled himself on the taste of her. His cock shifted, jerked, demanded it get some of the same. In spite of his carnal needs tearing up his insides, Ayden was male enough to know that pleasuring his female came first. And he planned on offering her many forms of pleasure before they were done making love.
“Magdaline,” he whispered.
She moaned, her hands still over her face.
“You’re going to enjoy coming, and soon,” he promised.
Again, that low sultry sound crawled up from deep in her throat. Ayden loved the sound of it almost as much as he did hearing her howl his name.
With his tongue soaked from the taste of her, he left the smooth folds at her entrance and moved up to her clit. The moment he sucked the small orb into his mouth, Magda flew off the bed. Her hands slapped flat against the cover on either side of her and he enjoyed watching her mouth shape into a small circle as she let out a low howl.
He watched while pleasure replaced the hard lines of anger that had been on her face. Her smell filled the room, mixing with his own aroused scent. If he possessed the knowledge on how to bottle that aroma, keep it with him always, he would do it. Fortunately, there was the satisfaction in knowing they would smell like this every time they had sex.
As he continued bringing her small clit to its hardest state, the realization that he was making love, not just to the most beautiful, most incredibly evocative, intelligent and stimulating female he’d ever met, but to his mate, made the smell of his pleasure grow even stronger.
“Soon,” Magda gasped.
It was all the warning she offered. Her body grew stiff, and if that moment’s notice hadn’t been enough she might have pinned his head between her thighs. Ayden had the foresight to press his palms against the inside of her legs. He kept her spread open for him. This was one of the moments he wanted to see, as well as smell and taste.
Magda arched off the bed. Her slender back curved and her arms went taut. She opened her mouth, but there was no scream. Long strands of dark hair stuck to the corner of her full lips when she made gasping sounds and began coming.
Ayden’s dick did a vicious ritualistic dance. He endured the tightening of his balls when the first wave of thick cream soaked his chin. He lowered his face, dipping his tongue inside her just in time for her to soak him. The thick, purely erotic taste and smell of her drove him almost too far.
He came over her still convulsing body, not waiting for her to come down from her orgasm, and positioned his swollen head at her entrance. His cock was too ready. The moment he thrust into her heat and felt those velvety soft, soaked walls close in around him, he was lost forever.
“You’re mine, beaute noire,” he growled, driving deeper into her pussy with his cock. “Forever and always you are mine.”
Her eyes had been at half-mast. She raised her attention to his, staring unblinking, panting while he continued fucking her. When her fingers began a slow trail up the outsides of his arms, he swore her cheeks grew more flushed while she searched his face.
“Forever and always might not be as long as you think,” she whispered.
He knew she worried that he wouldn’t be able to handle running by her side. What she didn’t understand was how much thought he’d given to being with her. Magda wasn’t the same as if he’d found a female in his pack and decided to mate and build a den and litter together. He wasn’t sure, with Magda, if they would ever have a proper den. And while he wanted to grab and shake sense into her, make her see how well he understood that she was the despised race of werewolves, he needed her also to smell another truth even more.
Ayden didn’t doubt, not after what they’d run through together so far, how hard he had fallen for her. Magda was so wrapped up in the fight for her freedom, for those few cherished moments when she didn’t feel hunted, that she wasn’t smelling what was right in front of her. Ayden loved her.
Soon he would howl it loud enough for her to hear.
The harder he plunged, and as he built momentum, her internal fire tried suffocating him. He’d be lucky if he pulled off howling his own name with the way her tight, little pussy wrapped around him so well.
“For now,” she gasped, and reached for him.
Magda’s nails dug into his bare shoulders. She tugged, scraping into his flesh, and did her best to pull him to her.
“Now,” she repeated, her exp
ression strained.
She ripened, filling the air around them with the heady, pungent thickness of her next orgasm.
“Fucking tail,” she wailed. “Now!”
When she exploded, it left him no choice. The inside of her pussy, from the extreme depths of her to the flesh right at her entrance, began quivering. Then she tightened around his shaft and drained him dry. At the same time, she soaked both of them with proof of how incredibly perfect they were for each other.
Chapter Thirteen
Magda let her head fall forward and pressed her palms to the shower wall while magnificent hot water streamed down her back. It had been too long since she’d had a hot shower. She wasn’t sure she’d ever enjoyed water pelting this luxurious, this incredibly perfect, against her flesh. After taking her time bathing, then shampooing and conditioning her hair with the bottles provided by the Hampton nest, the water was still wonderfully hot.
It had been even nicer than she’d imagined it would be sleeping curled up next to Ayden in a large comfortable bed. She’d awakened, buried under thick blankets with his hard, muscular, warm body wrapped protectively around hers. For the longest time she’d laid there, content to believe their world was as perfect as it felt at that moment.
The first couple times she’d tried slipping out of bed, Ayden had growled and tightened his grip around her. But he hadn’t stirred. Magda smelled his deep satisfaction and pleasure in having her with him. She didn’t doubt he’d done a fair bit of stinking up everything around him stressing over finding her. It had been wonderful, and at the same time painful, when she continued cuddling into him before finally making it out from underneath the covers to the bathroom.
In spite water also streaming over her head and down her face, her eyes were dry. There weren’t any more tears to shed. Magda understood the pain constricting in her chest. She was in love with Ayden Toubec.
He’d more or less howled confirmation of their mating while fucking her the night before. And that sex had been so incredibly perfect. Ayden’s skills would take a lifetime to grow tired of experiencing.
She’d howled the truth when he’d announced they would be together forever. Remembering his proud, confident expression when she’d told him their time, if they ran together, might not be that long made her chest constrict even more.
“Fucking tail,” she choked out when it became harder to breathe.
Thick waves of steam that initially had seemed like delicate, hot blankets surrounding her, now began suffocating her. The smell of her sadness hung heavy in the damp air. There was no way she’d allow this shower, a shower that might be her last for quite a while, to end in misery. There was no way to change her life. The sooner she accepted that, the better.
If she loved Ayden, and she knew she did, running from him had been a compassionate act. Answering that phone in the convenient store parking lot, allowing Ayden to run to her, had been a mistake. Now the pain of knowing she’d have to leave him a second time felt like it might tear her in two. But she had to do it.
Thinking of him sleeping so soundly in that large bed out there helped convince her of what she had to do. If Ayden truly had grasped what life would be like running by her side, he would have sprung awake the moment she’d moved. Living with the knowledge that the next day, or even the next hour, might be her last, had trained her to be alert. Even when it seemed they were as safe as possible, Magda had awakened early, attentive to all sounds and smells. It wasn’t a life she wished on Ayden. Although moving on without him now seemed more than she could bear.
The water still ran hot when she finally turned it off—albeit reluctantly. Magda wasn’t sentimental enough to take each of these pleasures and store them away in some portal of her memory. It seemed pointless pulling them out to mull over when she’d reached a point of running and hiding in her fur for too long. The only way she’d stay alive was to put aside her personal feelings, and not grow melancholy over pleasures she might never experience again.
She wrapped herself in the extra thick, large towel after drying off. It crossed her mind to slip into her clothes and out the door into the hall before Ayden woke up and dressed. But her mother had warned her enough times growing up that it was always best to plan and strategize instead of taking on the full, brunt force of an obstinate, stubborn, incredibly angry male. She only remembered her mother saying that with a smile on her face, and the smell of happiness embedded in her skin. Magda didn’t feel like smiling, nor was she able to truly make herself smell happy. However, it still smelled like good advice. She needed to think through how to howl to Ayden so he’d understand. Forever was very short term with the two of them.
Not to mention, she didn’t have the strength to bolt on him again. Ayden deserved to be made to see the reasoning behind her actions. It might take another fight, but somehow she’d endure it until she smelled his understanding. If he ran with her it might all too easily get them both killed. A few rogue werewolves, or an unknown pack, wouldn’t show him kindness if he entered their territory with a Malta werewolf. Magda wouldn’t be given a chance to belly up to a pack leader simply because she approached him with a Cariboo lunewulf male.
She’d be killed. Ayden would be killed as a traitor, a dishonorable death, for mating with her. Mated with her.
“Oh God,” she moaned. How did something smell so wonderful and feel so bitterly painful at the same time?
Ayden was the perfect male. He fit all her fantasies of what she would want in a mate. She loved Ayden. Fucking tail, if that thought didn’t smell of the truth. Leaving him might kill her before anyone else was able to. But she had to do it. It was the honorable thing to do. She needed to leave alone to save the male she loved.
Putting the clothes back on she’d worn before her shower, Magda then fished through her bag until she found her brush. The door to the bathroom swung open, surprising her, before she’d worked out all the tangles.
“Fucking tail!” she hissed, her heart suddenly racing as she spun around.
Ayden filled the doorway, his tousled hair and silver-laced eyes all she needed to see to know his mood. Although when she sucked in a breath to slow her heart back to normal, the strong spicy scent confirmed he was pissed.
“If you’re trying to sneak out again…” he began.
“I was trying to take a shower.”
“With your bags in here with you?”
She held up her brush. “It’s where my things are.” No way would Magda share her thoughts when he had her trapped in this small space, and with him so angry.
Ayden tilted his head and studied her. He’d put his jeans on before entering the bathroom, but his bare chest and feet accentuated the wild beast that rested so near the surface within him. Ayden scratched his head, straightening his short blond hair. When he lowered his hand his eyes were once again a magnificent shade of blue.
He didn’t ask but pulled her into his arms. “I woke up and you weren’t there. My precious bitch, I won’t lose you again.”
She didn’t have the strength to push away from him. His scent wrapped around her as powerfully as his muscular arms. What she wouldn’t do to make forever last a really long time.
Magda wrapped her arms around his waist and held on. It would be the hardest thing she’d ever done saying goodbye, which was how they would part ways this time. She’d have to utter the words. Leaving him would kill her. Would it be worth living with the Malta werewolf pack if she barely felt alive?
“Why do you smell so sad?” he growled into her hair.
Chills rushed over her. She’d run out of time.
Magda pushed away from him, gathered up her things, and inched around him out of the bathroom. She needed a lot more space to howl this to him. Ayden was right on her heels.
“What is it?” he demanded.
It was the coward’s way but she busied herself stuffing her few possessions into her backpack. “Ayden, I’m leaving,” she said with her back to him.
Possibly that
approach had been the wrong one. Ayden grabbed her arm and spun her around fast enough that the shirt she’d been about ready to put into the bag flew from her hand and landed on the bed.
He lowered his face so it was level with her. “With me,” he growled, the two words slicing through the air with finality.
Magda swallowed. She didn’t doubt his temper would flare as easily as hers once provoked. She was definitely getting ready to poke the beast with a stick.
“No.” She maintained eye contact when she pushed her response back at him.
Ayden let out a sound that began deep in his chest and pushed itself to his throat until it resembled a deadly war cry.
She didn’t want this to be war. Creating space between them, her only choice was to move further into the room. He stood facing her with his back to the door. The bed and the dark wood bureau that held the TV were on either side of him. Magda fought the sensation of being barricaded in.
“You are my mate,” he said, his mouth barely moving and his lips almost white when he pressed them into a flat line. Muscles bulged under his taut flesh when he fisted both hands at his side. “You run by my side.”
“I can’t.” She almost held her hands out, but she wasn’t giving him any sign of surrender. This wouldn’t be an argument. Nothing was open for discussion. “I’m so honored that you hunted me down. I smell your love for me, Ayden. You know I love you, too.”
It was the first time either of them had voiced out loud the emotion that was as strong on them as any other feeling they had at that moment. Ayden straightened. His waist was slender. His broad, bare chest was sprinkled with dark blond, tight curls. His arms were by his side, biceps thick and powerful looking and roped muscles protruding everywhere. She’d run her fingers over every inch of his exposed body. The tiny scars and puckers of skin from previous battles or fights had all been explored. Ayden was so damn perfect, in every way. If there was only a way to do things the way he wanted.
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