With Her Capture

by Lorie O'Clare

  Pressure built inside her, starting deep in her womb and spreading fast while the old logs burned. The crackling and popping from the fire were as appeasing as a romantic song. Ayden lowered her to the blankets and his free hand moved under her clothes.

  “I believe I can think of more than a couple ways to make things perfect,” he grumbled, his voice raw and laced heavily with the lust that also altered the smell in the room.

  “I want to try every way you can think of.” Magda arched her back from the floor, moving so Ayden had no troubles pulling off her sweater. She reached for her jeans and undid them, then brought her feet up to unlace her boots.

  “Be careful what you wish for.” Ayden pulled one boot off, dropped it to the floor with a thud, then removed her other boot. “Hopefully you won’t fine tune that gift of yours so that you can read my mind and ruin my fun before I grant that wish.”

  Magda laughed, lifted her rear and let Ayden pull down her jeans. “If you only knew how much it takes from me to use the gift simply to move trees and rocks. Reading minds would possibly knock me out into a dead faint. And believe me, Cariboo, I will never allow myself into such a weak state as to faint.”

  “I believe you.” Ayden looked down at her when she once again lay next to him. He remained sitting, pulling his sweatshirt over his head. He was still staring at her when his face reappeared and the shirt landed on the pile with her clothes. “Does it bother you being among your own kind but not possessing the gift at their level?”

  She shook her head, moving her hair off her shoulder and away from her face. “Their pack leader is full-blooded Malta werewolf and doesn’t have the gift. Rosa told me he never was able to master it.”

  “He told me there’s no reason why only Malta werewolves have the gift.” His eyes gleamed and the fire behind him helped show off the slight hints of red in his hair. It gave him a more roguish look. “He said if I were interested that his mate has helped others with the gift. She’d be willing to work with me—that is if I ever felt you had the upper paw on me because you can move things.”

  “And do you feel like I have the upper paw?”

  Ayden twisted his torso and roped muscle became pronounced under his taut flesh. He reached for his boots, pulling one off. “No. I think we smell pretty equal.”

  Magda sat up, still in her bra and panties. A slight breeze from outside, possibly sneaking in under the door to the cabin, hit her flesh. The chill it brought caused her overheated body to sizzle. It invigorated her and she reached for his other boot, moving to her knees at his feet as she did so.

  “I don’t know about equal,” she murmured, applying some strength to pull the boot off. It landed with a thud when she tossed it to the side of the blankets. Then moving forward on her hands, she crawled up his legs until her hands were by his thighs. “You are most definitely stronger than I am.”

  “I’m not strong enough to yank a full grown tree out of the ground, roots and all.”

  “True.”

  He leaned back on his elbows, his half-naked body damn near making her drool. Magda wanted to run her fingers over the hair on his chest. She wanted to lick his nipples and bite the tiny, hard peaks.

  “I can outrun you.”

  She shot her attention to his face in time to see the corner of his mouth twist into a mischievous grin. A full blown gale wouldn’t extinguish the fiery need that suddenly ignited between her legs and threatened to burn her alive. Her panties grew wet and the scent of her desire created a rich, sweet smell in the dimly lit cabin.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  Ayden smiled and tried reaching for her.

  Magda leaned back on her haunches and pressed her hands into the hard erection in his jeans. He dropped his hand and groaned.

  “We might possibly both love sex the same.”

  “I’m willing to let you prove that to me.”

  Magda grinned. She unzipped his jeans, then stretched them open and pulled. “Take these off if you want that proof.”

  He raised his hips off the blankets, as she had for him. Magda didn’t complain when he didn’t oblige her request. Instead she tugged, working the denim down his muscular, perfectly hairy thighs. She grabbed on to his boxers and worked them off along with his jeans. Magda breathed in Ayden’s scent that clung to his clothing before dropping them to the side of the blankets. Grinning at her prize, she stared at his hard cock and enjoyed the fresh, ripe scent from his arousal.

  “I think I can come more than you can,” she whispered, knowing she was damn close to her first orgasm.

  Ayden let out a fierce rumble that didn’t quite sound human when she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. His cock danced in her hand.

  “I have no problem with you proving that as well.” His words were thick as he grit his teeth together and spoke through them.

  Magda’s hair fell forward around her face. It narrowed her view so all she saw was Ayden’s hard erection. She leaned forward, anticipating his taste. When her mouth was a breath away from the round, swollen top of his dick, she hesitated for a moment before running her tongue over his slick, smooth skin.

  Ayden shifted his balance, keeping his body propped up with one arm and reaching for her with the other. He grabbed her head, pushing down and forcing her lower. There was always a bit of fight in her. She resisted only a moment though, before opening and sucking him deep into her mouth.

  “Fucking tail, Magda. Yes!”

  She moaned, her mouth full of cock. When she began moving her tongue around his shaft, the taste of his salty pre-cum robbed her senses of detecting anything else. Its smell was earthy, the raw essence of what made up the male. In spite of the primal energy radiating from Ayden when his body stiffened and muscles bulged, harder than steel, Magda pressed her free hand over his belly and knew power even stronger.

  She salivated, soaking him down to his balls. Then sinking down over him, felt a tingling in her lips while she brought them both to a pleasure so heightened that the pressure inside her throbbed in perfect rhythm with his cock in her mouth. Magda tasted his saltiness and wanted more. She wanted him coming inside her, though, and not in her mouth. His taste invigorated her and she shivered with the a full sense of excitement knowing he would fuck her soon.

  Opening as wide as she was able, Magda took him deeper in her mouth. Right before gagging, she swirled her tongue around him. When Ayden pulled her hair, the sharp sting stretching across her scalp sent a rush of energy and power through her. She glanced up in time to watch his eyes roll back in his head. He let out a low rumble and held on to her tight. Her powerful male predator was hers to play with.

  Her lips glided up his shaft and she kissed and sucked his swollen head. More drops of pre-cum touched her tongue. She lapped at him, fighting the more carnal side of her from surfacing in order to enjoy this moment. Magda sucked him in deep once again. She traced light patterns across his balls with her fingertips. Every inch of him tightened. She loved how his muscles constricted from her actions. When he raised his head and looked at her, tormented pleasure as strong in his expression as it was in his scent, that same pleasure created a new spout of pressure deep between her legs.

  “I need you now,” she moaned, lifting her head and licking her swollen lips.

  Ayden rose to a sitting position, cupping her breasts and kissing her neck. “My little bitch is very good at that,” he whispered, his tone husky and his facial features rugged as he stared at her with beautiful blue eyes.

  “I’m glad you like.”

  “I like very much.” Ayden displayed some of that speed he professed to having when he grabbed Magda under her arms, lifted her off of him and flopped her on to her back.

  She spread her legs, desperately ready for him, and tried adjusting him over her.

  “It’s my turn,” he informed her, refusing to be positioned and instead grabbing her bra strap and slipping it from her shoulder.

  He pulled her bra off her breasts. Instantly t
he swelling inside her swarmed to her nipples. They ached, puckered and almost drove her mad in their desire for attention.

  “Then take it,” she rumbled, her voice raw with the need she smelled with every breath. Every inch of her now throbbed with anticipation.

  His breath hit her skin before his mouth. If this was how he planned on returning the torture, she was ready for it. Magda arched off the floor. She grabbed Ayden’s head, pressing his short hair to his scalp while she directed his mouth to her nipple. He didn’t suck but scraped her incredibly sensitive flesh with his teeth.

  “Damn it,” she hissed, feeling her teeth grow against her gums as more surging desire ran rampant through her system.

  She drew up her legs, trying to straddle him while lying on her back. Magda used everything in her power to pull Ayden closer to her. If he didn’t offer the relief that she knew he was able to provide she would scream. She was drawn tight. It was as if a treacherous storm brewed inside her. Magda had to have that explosion, that eruption when thunder attacked and lightning struck. If Ayden didn’t unleash that pressure she would wail as a hurricane might instead of being able to release like a steady hard rain.

  As if to appease her mental analogy, a harsh wind blew outside, shaking the old den’s walls just as Ayden latched on to her nipple.

  Magda swore her toes curled into her feet. Her nails extended, and her incisors pressed into the inside of her lips. The slight taste of blood crept on to her tongue. Her mind was too flushed and ready to unleash her uncontrollable need. She dug into Ayden’s shoulders and scraped her fingernails down his back. The metallic smell of blood rose to mix through raw and needy aromas already swimming around them.

  Ayden roared, and sucked her deep into his mouth. Then just as the lust, bound tight inside her, saw freedom, he moved to her other nipple.

  “Oh God!” she wailed, doing her best to make him suck her deep and hard.

  She needed him to latch on. Magda would lose herself to the insanity from need she couldn’t conquer if he didn’t relieve her soon.

  “Please,” she begged, too tormented to care that he held the power and she his willing prey.

  He lashed out with his tongue, fueling her fire further. “What does my sweet bitch want?” he grumbled against her damp flesh.

  “Come,” she whimpered, blinking but seeing her world through a haze too thick to clear. “Make me come.”

  “Yes.” It was all he said before giving her what her body needed.

  He sucked her in hard and her world exploded. The thick aroma of her orgasm was as intense as the unleashing of the unbearable pressure inside her. Magda came hard. Her panties were soaked with cream. They kept the moisture trapped against the smooth flesh between her legs.

  As she rode through the first powerful wave, Ayden moved, leaving her on her own to bring her orgasm to completion. He moved down her body, taking her legs and wrapping his long, calloused fingers around her ankles then pinning them together. He’d lifted her ass off the blankets and pulled her panties to her knees before she was able to acknowledge his actions. Then she took her time, raising her head and brushing strands of hair from her face before focusing on him.

  When she did, Magda moved frantically to assist. Instinct kicked in. No matter that this was the male she planned on running alongside for the rest of her life. At every level she trusted him. That didn’t mean he would bind her legs together, even with his hand, without smelling her strong protests.

  “Relax,” Ayden grumbled. “Fucking tail, you’re so incredibly beautiful.”

  “I’ll take my underwear off.”

  Ayden’s eyes glowed with streaks of silver. The fire accentuated the bulges and sharp curves of muscles throughout his body. Instead of releasing her ankles, his grip tightened when he raised her ass higher off the blankets.

  “Ayden!” she wailed.

  With a quick movement, his free hand grabbed her panties and ripped them free of her legs. The small amount of white material went flying as he released her ankles and she collapsed back on to the blankets.

  “Werewolf!” she snarled, rolling to her side and coming up to sit facing him.

  Her heart pounded in her chest and the mixture of anger and sexual excitement swarmed between them. It was a spicy sweet smell and inhaling it in only made her breath come harder. Magda fought not to pant. If she didn’t take the lead fast, her male would overpower her and command her into submission through brute strength.

  Moving to her knees, she pressed against his chest. Shoving with all her strength, she pushed Ayden on to his back. The pompous male only laughed and grabbed her arms.

  “Does my hot little bitch wish to take control?” he asked.

  “This will never be a mating where I ask permission to tell you what to do,” she hissed, and shifted her grip so she had the top of his arms.

  Try as she would, though, Magda didn’t possess the strength to make him lower them.

  “I agree.” Ayden let go of one of her arms. It was as if he wasn’t aware of her trying to control his movements. He grabbed her bra, making a fist between her breasts, and ripped it from her body just as he had her underwear.

  “Fucking tail,” she gasped, and damn near rolled off of him when the fabric tore and sent her off balance.

  Ayden rose, holding Magda and found her mouth. His kiss was hot, sensual, and demanding. His scent filled with the smell of his love for her. She’d never breathed anything so clean and enticing in her entire life. It drew her into him more than his actions. She collapsed against him and returned the passionate kiss.

  Their tongues swirled around each others. Magda wrapped her arms around his neck. Then straddling him, she pressed her soaked pussy against the tip of his swollen cock.

  Ayden growled into her mouth. She rubbed her damp nipples against his chest, loving the feel of his body. Tight curls spread over powerful muscle and tortured her until her need to come again was stronger than it had been before her first orgasm.

  This time Ayden didn’t try forcing her into whatever position suited him. His hands traveled up her back, pressing her against him further until her swollen breasts were smashed against him. Her pussy throbbed. The swelling inside her escalated.

  The deep, primal moaning that came from inside his throat while he continued impaling her mouth let her know the torture session was mutual. There was infinite satisfaction in knowing her body turned him on as much as his did hers. Magda grabbed both sides of his head, digging her slightly extended nails into his scalp, and tilted her head so she had the best advantage in deepening the kiss.

  When she moved her hips, swaying them back and forth over the tip of his dick, fresh juices released from inside her. She soaked both of them while a ripe, pleasurable aroma rose between them. Ayden tightened his hold on her, pressing his long fingers above the curve of her ass. Just when she moved so the velvety, round tip of his cock caressed her pussy lips, Ayden shoved her down on him.

  “Oh shit!” Magda bit back a howl.

  “I love how you smell,” he rumbled. “Almost as good as you feel,” he added, his voice growing tighter.

  Pressure only grew when his cock began filling her. “Ayden!” she cried out.

  “It might be morning before I find time to hunt for your kill.” And with that he thrust his hips forward.

  This time she did howl.

  Chapter Twenty One

  Her hair fell forward, and long, thin strands came close to blocking her vision. She stared into Ayden’s eyes as his dick stretched her open and filled her until the pressure felt like it was at her throat. His lips were wet, parted, and gleaming white teeth almost glowed from the flames of the fire.

  “God damn, Magda, my beautiful black bitch, you are hot, tight and so fucking perfect.” His hands moved to her hips and he raised her so his thick cock began gliding out of her.

  “Ayden,” she complained.

  He thrust deep inside her again.

  Magda lowered her head, resting h
er forehead against his, and pressed her palms on his shoulder. She wasn’t surrendering to him, she decided. Magda wasn’t going to deny her pleasure, or curb Ayden’s, by entering into a power play with her mate. She moved, using her thigh muscles, rising and falling, while relaxing into him.

  Their scent was one. The pure, carnal smell of lust and love grew stronger until she was sure the entire cabin smelled of nothing else. The fire crackled behind them. The heat grew, creating a damp sheen of sweat that covered her entire body, and Ayden’s. It made it easier to glide against him. Their bodies flowed with their lovemaking. They caressed each other. The pleasure grew. So did Magda’s happiness. She rode her mate, moving faster, enjoying the friction and pressure and heat.

  “Come, sweet bitch.” Ayden’s breath was so hot it seared her wet flesh.

  Her hair stuck to her back, her shoulders and her breasts. She was breathing hard when she lifted her head and let it fall back. Immediately, Ayden’s lips found the most sensitive spot on her neck. He kissed her, then nipped with his teeth, scraping her senses into a blind frenzy.

  Magda fucked Ayden with everything she had. His cock was so big. It was thick and filled her completely with each plunge. The dam holding her orgasm in place broke freely this time. Wave after wave of pleasure drained through her. She soaked his cock, drenched her flesh, and drank in the aroma like a drug she couldn’t get enough of.

  “That’s my female. You are amazing.” He was holding her, his arms wrapped around tight.

  Magda didn’t mind this time when he lay her on the blankets, managing to keep his dick buried inside her pussy. The flames from the fire were nothing compared to the heat erupting inside her. When they moved, his cock twitched, stroked the sensitive, soaked flesh inside her. She grabbed on to Ayden, holding on when he stretched over her.

  “Fuck me, werewolf,” she whispered.

  Her voice was scratchy but she didn’t remember howling so much that it seemed strained. When Ayden raised his torso off her, straightening his arms so that they twitched and muscles flexed and bulged, she managed to focus on his face.