With Her Capture

by Lorie O'Clare

  “We need to find out where the Malta werewolf pack is on Wulf Peaks,” Magda whispered.

  He started walking with her in the direction the male had howled. “We will,” he promised and hoped this pack of mutts wouldn’t start smelling of trouble.

  Ayden listened to the water run in the motel bathroom. Staring out the large window on their ground floor room, he focused on the mountain range that created a picturesque view as the backdrop of the town before him. His thoughts were further away than the mountains, though.

  Magda soaked in a hot shower, which he’d insisted she enjoy without him. Already he despised this mutt pack leader for not showing up yet. Ayden would have preferred showering with his mate. He couldn’t afford the luxury of cleaning her. Not yet. They weren’t safe. He smelled danger even in the walls of this werewolf run establishment.

  He turned from the window, although there wasn’t much to look at in the unadorned room. Steam rolled out around the bathroom door that he hadn’t closed all the way. Ayden had no doubts that Magda’s nipples would be puckered hard into sweet little erections in spite of how hot it was in there.

  Instead of standing there at the window, watching for anyone to approach their room and continually sniffing the air for any signs of a werewolf approaching, Ayden would much rather have Magda’s tight pussy wrapped around his cock. Whatever this pack leader had to howl, it would be short and sweet. There was little to say anyway. And he had very detailed plans that he’d had days on a damn human bus to plot out and organize in his brain.

  They’d run hard, endured more danger than he’d experienced in his life. It was time to experience happiness. Regardless of his skepticism over Colorado offering sanctuary, Magda was convinced she’d find that here. Ayden planned on giving that to her. No matter what it took. Their running ended here. If he had to find an isolated spot in this new mountain range, he’d sniff it out. His beaute noire deserved her happy den and a life of peace and prosperity.

  An enticing aroma reached him and Ayden breathed it in deeply. Magda was using the rose scented bath wash he’d bought her at one of the gift shops attached to a gas station that they’d stopped at while traveling. God damn these mutts! He really had wanted to be the one to pour that liquid soap over her tan skin. He wanted to clean her and create mounds of suds that would stream down her body. Just picturing it had his dick uncomfortably hard in his jeans.

  Ever since arriving at the small motel, Ayden had smelled nothing but werewolves. Under different circumstances, both of them probably would have rejoiced to have found a place like this to help cleanse their senses and spirits from their long, unpleasant journey. He didn’t trust this pack, though. And he would bet the walls were paper thin. That prevented him from howling, or growling too loud to Magda that she was bringing out the beast in him. And in more than one way. He pulled the curtains closed, and started toward the bathroom.

  “Little bitch,” he grumbled under his breath when he pushed open the bathroom door. He was greeted by steam moistening his flesh. It was heavy with the smell of her scented soap.

  “Think it’s safe to join me?” Magda pulled back the shower curtain and smiled.

  She tortured him with a view of her firm, soaked breasts. Her nipples were just as he’d imagined them. So round, puckered and mouth-watering perfect. Ayden was incapable of pulling his attention to her face. He did spare a glance toward her flat tummy, at the soft curve of her hips, and that incredible shaved pussy that he knew he could soak with more than water given just a few moments.

  There was a sound toward the door to their room. Ayden was able to look away from Magda now. He shot his attention to the solid, red painted door. Her rose-smelling bath soap still hung heavy in the air, but Ayden smelled something else now, too.

  “Unfortunately not. Stay in here,” he ordered.

  “Their pack leader?” Magda asked.

  “Stay in the bathroom,” he told her, and pulled the bathroom door all the way closed.

  The closer he got to the door leading outside, the stronger the smell of werewolf. Make that werewolves. The pack leader had brought reinforcements. Apparently this “over-sized” lunewulf had made them nervous. Ayden waited for the knock, but none came. He stood just inside the door, staring at brush strokes over the wood. No one knocked. There were definitely two males just on the other side of the door. And if he smelled them over Magda’s bath soap, they definitely smelled him.

  Why the hell were they just standing there? Did they think he would open the door and welcome them into his temporary den without having to trouble themselves with knocking? Maybe American mutts ran a little bit rabid.

  Ayden didn’t unlock, or open the door. He stepped away from it and walked to the far side of the window, then peered around the curtain he’d just closed. Not that he put much stock in peep holes in doors, but right now it would have been nice to have one.

  “Fucking tail,” he grumbled, careful to mouth the words and barely make a sound.

  Letting go of the curtain, Ayden straightened and glanced back at the bathroom. Then he focused on the motel room door. The werewolves on the other side weren’t planning on knocking. There were two of them. He’d sniffed that much out accurately. But he was kicking himself for not smelling the trap those two who’d found them at the bus stop had tricked them into. The two males stood outside the motel room door, with their backs to it, staring straight ahead. For all Ayden knew their pack leader wasn’t planning on coming. But he’d set two burly looking mutts to guard the door, and the only way out of their room.

  On instinct, Ayden made quick work back to the bathroom. Magda started when he opened the door. She’d wrapped her hair in a white towel and had just pulled her jeans up her still slightly damp body.

  “What’s wrong?” she demanded, her dark eyes suddenly large as she sniffed the air.

  Ayden took only a moment to glance at her boobs as they bounced when she pulled her jeans up her hips. “I don’t think the mutts’ pack leader is coming.”

  Magda instantly smelled worried and frowned. He wanted to console her, assure her everything was fine, and even more so fuck her until she howled her satisfaction. He already hated this pack for interrupting the plan he’d laid out for when they arrived here. Magda had enough danger in her life already. He hated just as much that those males stood outside their door. There was no reason for them to be there. Unless American packs had a very different way of greeting newcomers, this pack had decided without even bothering to sniff him or Magda out, that the two of them were dangerous.

  Apparently it was a joke that American werewolves were less prejudice. Their blood might be diluted down to the point where they had no idea what type of werewolf they were. But it seemed they still were still capable of judging other werewolves because of their breeding.

  Why else would Ayden and Magda suddenly be confined to a motel room, which with every minute started feeling more like a cage? They either didn’t like Malta werewolves, or had an issue with him being too large of a lunewulf. Ayden didn’t plan on waiting around to find out.

  “What are you doing?” Magda demanded when he stepped around her.

  Ayden hoisted himself on to the bathroom counter until he faced a small, frosted glass, square window. The window opened easily toward him on a hinge. It made it a few inches as far as the hinge allowed. Ayden took a big whiff of the cold air that reached his face.

  “I don’t like the way the hospitality smells on these American mutts.”

  “Let’s leave the way we came in,” she said stubbornly. “If they try and stop us I’ll send them flying.”

  “Using your gift on an entire pack might be too exhausting,” Ayden whispered. He sniffed the cold air and didn’t smell any werewolves outside the window.

  He tugged harder. It didn’t take much strength. The small window snapped loose from its hinge. Ayden felt tingles rush up and down his spine. He wanted to grow stronger, enforce their freedom and put an end, once and for all, to
the two of them watching over their shoulder or worrying if the next werewolf they saw might try killing them.

  There weren’t any buildings or dens behind the small motel. A small grassy area, too small to be called a field, turned rocky and into a steep incline not far from the motel. He and Magda would be up the mountain, and likely entering Malta werewolf, or lunewulf territory once they started climbing. Either sounded safer than these American mutts.

  “Let’s get everything put away,” he decided, turning and easing off the counter. He dug his fingers into Magda’s long wet hair that now hung in tangles over her still bare breasts. “We’ll dump our stuff out this window, then change, and jump out. The mountain is right behind us.”

  “I still don’t know that we can’t leave the way we entered.” Magda stepped backward, causing his hands to fall free from her head. Then grabbing a folded sweatshirt, she hurried to put it on then walked out of the bathroom.

  Ayden hurried and grabbed her arm. When she looked as if she might spin around and attack, he yanked her up against him. He barely managed pressing his hand over her mouth before she spoke.

  “My beaute noire, listen to me,” he whispered. “If you get pissed at me, they will smell it. Calm down. Sniff it out for yourself. Don’t make yourself obvious, though. And trust me, something doesn’t smell right.”

  He continued whispering, his face close to hers so that he barely uttered a sound. Then slowly, cautiously, he removed his hand from her mouth. Magda gave him a hard stare, her dark eyes wide, before taking her time looking away. Ayden gave her credit. Her sharp look made it crystal clear that she didn’t appreciate him stifling her like that. But she didn’t smell angry.

  Her sweatshirt tumbled down her body to her waist. She pulled her hair free of it. Magda walked away from him, not making a sound, and paused when she stood facing the door. Neither of them spoke. Ayden breathed in the scented soap that fragranced her body and hair. The males outside would smell it.

  That was okay. After all, it simply confirmed the two of them were still inside the motel room. Magda pressed her nose to the crack between the door and the doorframe. She breathed in deeply so that her chest expanded. Ayden dropped his attention to her ass. Her sweatshirt was baggy and hid the wonderful curve of her hips to her narrow waist. But it didn’t hide the view of how she looked in those jeans.

  More than anything he wanted to grab that perfectly shaped ass. He wanted to put his mouth at that exact spot where her thighs ended and that sweet ass began. No way he’d offer those mutts standing outside their door the luxury of breathing in the aroma when his beautiful bitch came. Ayden shifted his weight and forced his growing hard on to subside. Somehow, some way, soon he would fuck her.

  After a moment, she turned and faced him. Her expression was pinched with concern. She still had no scent to her. His adorable mate was good.

  Ayden walked up to her. He wrapped his arms around her and lowered his mouth to hers. If they were giving those two mutts outside a smell, it might as well be one that wouldn’t arouse suspicion. They wouldn’t hear her howl her delight when his dick hit that exact spot deep inside her pussy. But it wouldn’t hurt if they lowered their guard a bit because they believed the two they were watching inside were too distracted to care about escaping.

  Ayden cupped Magda’s ass, pressing her against him so she felt how instantly hard she made him. Then pushing his tongue between her moist lips, he dove in for a taste.

  God! She was everything he needed. Powerful, proud, protective and strong willed. She challenged him, loved him and he was head over tail in love with her.

  He took a step backward, holding her close while he continued kissing her. It wasn’t until they were standing at the other side of the bed that he broke it off and rested his head against her forehead.

  “If I kiss you much longer I won’t be thinking about anything else other than getting you out of those clothes.”

  Her chuckle was low, soft and alluring as the feel of her body against his. And the way she tasted. He wanted a feast, not a nibble.

  Ayden growled, letting her see his frustration. He didn’t want to push her away. But straightening, he put her at arm’s length, although taking his hands off her was too much. He stroked her hair, wishing there was time to brush it until it was smooth silk, untangled and glossy dark.

  “There are only two males standing outside that I saw,” he whispered, keeping his voice low. He thought of turning on the TV, just to make it harder in case the mutts were trying to listen to them. But it might raise suspicion. He wasn’t one to sit and stare at humans acting out scenarios of human lives. “I didn’t smell anyone behind the motel. We’re going to change, leap out and make a run for it.”

  Magda nodded. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him. “I love you,” she whispered.

  Her scent changed only slightly. She was still reining in emotions. He saw turmoil in those pretty eyes, and something that might have been fear rested on her scent.

  “I love you, too.” He stroked the sides of her head. “If we run into trouble—“

  “If we run into trouble, I’ll use my gift.” She didn’t take her eyes off him.

  Ayden thought she might be asking permission. Maybe she was warning him. He didn’t know if she was able to control the extremes that her gift might reach. She had sworn that she hadn’t meant to hurt his littermate, and he believed her. Magda hadn’t known the werewolf racing at them at high speed was Anthony. But here, with these mutts deciding to trap the two of them, there was no love loss involved.

  This time he nodded, and she walked in for a hug.

  He watched Magda strip out of her clothes while he did the same. She would distract him in her flesh or her fur. There was no point in looking away. Never had he wanted a female so desperately. They were going to make it through this. He had more motivation than he’d ever had in his life to escape a bunch of raunchy mutts.

  They stuffed the clothes they’d been wearing into the bag. Magda helped him strap it around his waist. Then she grabbed him, pulling him in for a rough kiss. Instantly his cock was so hard it hurt.

  She smiled against his lips. “Go through the window first,” she whispered against his lips. “If you get stuck I can help push you through. And don’t worry, Cariboo, we’re going to make it to our new home.”

  “Bet your absolutely adorable ass we are,” he told her, needing to make light of their situation. He hated the nervousness he now smelled on her.

  But Magda was tough. She’d run ever since losing her sire and mother and their den on her mountain. She’d given up seeing her littermates, accepting that they were happy and safe. Now it was her turn for that same happiness, for that sense of safety he knew she hadn’t known for months now. Ayden would give it to her if he had to kill every werewolf that came at them to do it.

  “I’ll go first,” he grumbled. “It might be the only way I don’t immediately mount you once we change.”

  She laughed, although she did it silently. “Soon as we’re safe—“

  “It’s the first thing we’re going to do.”

  Her grin broadened and his heart swelled. The change swam through his system. His spine prickled. Tiny electric shocks zapped their way into his muscles. Ayden didn’t take his eyes off Magda when his heart began pumping harder and his body began changing.

  He watched while Magda transformed as well. White fur covered his flesh while silky, long black fur covered hers. He continued staring into her dark eyes. Her irises altered from black to silver. The natural drive, her willingness to plow forward no matter the circumstances, and her powerful love of life made her eyes glow when their shape changed. She was so beautiful.

  His skin hardened as bones stretched and muscles contorted. Ayden dropped to all fours and immediately spun his head around to grab the saddle bag with his teeth and adjust it on his back. Magda took a moment to take the strap in her teeth and tug on it. He nodded when it felt secure.

  Again his heart s
welled in his chest. She turned her attention to the window above them. Magda’s long, silky black coat was a perfect contrast to his. It would make it easy for anyone to spot the two of them together, and know that they were the new couple who’d just entered this territory. They needed to race up that mountain as quickly as possible.

  Ayden leapt on to the counter and to the window. It was a tight fit, but he pushed his way through and landed on hard, snow-covered ground. He jumped out of the way, turning and looking up in time to watch Magda leap and land gracefully next to him.

  Her scent wrapped around him. Every inch of him tightened. This was his female, his perfect black beauty. As much as breathing her in affected his system, Ayden’s head was clear enough to pick up on something else. There were other werewolves nearby, and a lot more than two.

  There wasn’t time to determine where they were, or why neither of them had picked up on them in their flesh. Ayden let out a low growl.

  His message was clear. Run!

  Ayden leapt from rock to rock. Magda stayed right beside him. It didn’t take more than a few minutes to climb half way up the mountain. With it being a rocky incline, jumping over boulders, landing on cliffs, and racing around rock walls, it was hard staying out of sight. This was something the two of them had done all their lives, though. Magda’s mountain climbing skills easily matched his. They didn’t hesitate in their path and soon reached a plateau of thick trees. He ran into them with his beaute noire at his side.

  Magda glanced behind them. He heard a rumbling sound and shot a glance from where they’d come as well. There were werewolves in pursuit, and a lot of them. He damn near leapt to the side when a good sized tree fell to the ground right where they’d just run.

  Ayden looked at Magda. They kept running. She was using her gift to prevent the chase from continuing. Another tree fell. And another. The two of them kept running. They reached a wall of stone and changed their course. He didn’t know if they were even on the right mountain, which sucked. But something told him they would enter new territory soon. Ayden didn’t see the down side of running into lunewulf or Malta werewolf territory. Either breed had to be better to deal with than these insane mutts.