With Her Capture

by Lorie O'Clare

  He was flushed. His gaze was so intense. Shifting his thighs so that he stretched her open, he began moving. Ayden thrust, drove hard inside her. Magda grunted with each penetration, unable to stop herself. His dick seemed even bigger, more swollen, and filled her until she swore she might split in two.

  It became impossible to howl at him. Her fingers glided over pronounced muscles. He drowned inside her. She lost herself in those beautiful eyes.

  This was her male. No matter the trials or difficulties they might face in life, Ayden belonged to her. And she to him. They would suffer together, howl in pleasure together, and bask in the wonders of life while side by side. She would love him in his flesh and in his fur. Magda never imagined her life, one that only recently she thought was almost over, would turn out to be so incredibly perfect.

  “Magdaline.” Ayden’s voice was rough.

  She blinked, pulling herself out of that blissful place and smelling a fresh wave of come. Magda wouldn’t have lost herself through another orgasm. But cream flowed from her and she was suddenly aware of how wet she was as she focused on Ayden’s face.

  “Is it okay if we do this all night?” she whispered, and noticed that so much hard panting had made her voice raw like the rest of her.

  Ayden chuckled. The deep, caressing baritone stroked her senses.

  “Wait. No,” she complained and groped at air when Ayden pulled out and leaned back. “Don’t stop.”

  “I don’t plan on stopping.” He wasn’t looking at her but stared down between her legs.

  His fingers brushed against her thighs. He didn’t try moving her where she wanted. But the slightest touch had her spreading her legs, opening up for him in order to have any attention he would give her.

  “Then why are you?” She thrust her hips up, raising her pussy toward him.

  Ayden ran his fingers over her entrance. “You are soaked, my sweet bitch.”

  “And I want to be soaked more.”

  Again that chuckle. It would destroy her ability to hold a rational conversation. So would what he was doing to her. Ayden ran his fingers over her boiling hot entrance and down past the smooth flesh between her pussy and her ass. He continued the movement until his fingers lingered at her tight, puckered asshole. Then rimming the incredibly sensitive flesh there he sent nerve endings sparking. Magda swore a type of pleasure she hadn’t known existed ransacked her body.

  Ayden looked up at her, his expression so focused and grave that it was impossible to look away. And still his fingers soaked her tight ass with come from her pussy.

  “You’re going to come harder than you ever have, little bitch.” Ayden brought more come from her pussy until her ass was as wet as the rest of her. Without warning, he thrust one finger into her ass.

  “Oh God!” Magda opened her eyes wide, suspecting he might enter her there but still not ready when he did. “What are you thinking, Cariboo?” she growled.

  If he thought he would fuck her ass, her male would learn right now it would never happen without him asking, and honoring her if she told him no.

  “I want you here, Magda.” There was so much intensity in his words that a new scent wrapped around both of them. The air had never smelled so humble and honest.

  Although persistent, her male wouldn’t force her to do anything that she didn’t want. The sincerity of his words, how softly they were spoken, was enough to bring that desire inside her to the boiling point.

  “Then take me there.” Her heart suddenly swelled and her gut twisted. She sucked in a breath, ignoring the nervous anticipation. “I want you in every way possible.”

  “I definitely want your ass.” He dragged more come from her pussy and with his soaked finger again entered her tight hole. “But I also want you to love how it feels.”

  Ayden continued soaking his finger with her pussy’s juices. With each stroke fire burned even hotter inside her. Then he took that finger, covered in her come, and tortured the many nerve endings around her ass. He pressed inside her and her tight hole clenched around him. Ayden repeated the process, until the burning turned into a pleasure too erotic for words.

  “Relax Magda.” Ayden’s words caressed her senses. “I have to smell your desire more than your apprehension.”

  “I want it.” Magda realized her eyes were closed and blinked.

  Ayden’s expression was so intense, almost fierce. She dropped her gaze to his cock. It was hard and stiff, hanging low and erect between his legs. She knew how soft and velvety the skin was that covered that engorged shaft. Magda damn near drooled staring at his cock. It was longer and thicker than she’d ever seen it before. Which explained the look on his face. Ayden was enduring the pain of his erection while taking time to prepare her for anal sex.

  “I’m ready,” she murmured.

  “Every time I look at your ass I have wanted you there.” Ayden’s fierceness shifted into a relaxed look.

  “Oh really, wolfman?” She wanted to say something coy, to smell amused at his confession.

  When he moved over her, and she spread her legs, preparing for him, her insides grew so tight she couldn’t howl a thing. But then Ayden slipped his cock back inside her pussy. He let out a hissing sound and raised his head, his eyes closed and his hard, masculine features rugged and breath taking.

  She was so wet. He slid in and out of her easily. Pressure and friction created a heat that was all-consuming. Magda would boil alive. Ayden fucked her hard, fast and with a fierce aggression that she loved. Her hands slid along the top of his shoulders. She stretched her legs, allowing him full penetration and smelled the cream that soaked his cock with each incredible plunge.

  As fast and hard as he’d just made love to her, Ayden stopped and pulled out with the same precision. His cock moved lower and pressed against her rear end. When he lowered his head to look at her, the tip of his dick, moist and hot, rubbed across her flesh until it pressed against her tight, puckered entrance. Instinctively, her body clenched, preparing for an unknown type of invasion.

  “Take my dick in your hand,” he told her.

  Magda stared at him only a moment before focusing between their bodies. It was an amazing view, both of them panting, their skin glowing from the flames in the fireplace. She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

  Ayden sucked in a hard, ragged breath. She shot her attention to his face.

  “I think it’s my mate’s turn to come,” she whispered, and tortured him by rubbing her fingers up and down his hot, soaked dick.

  “I plan on it.” His lips barely moved when he spoke. His jaw was set and his scent so ripe and strong it was almost visible. “Put me inside you.”

  Magda positioned his cock so that it pressed against her ass. The skin surrounding her entrance was taut, and every nerve ending there seemed electrified. It caused a burning sensation that wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but damn near distracted her from the pleasure she ached to feel. Already a pressure built. It was no longer apprehension. She smelled as well as knew what it was. Excitement and an eagerness to share with the male she loved the most intimate type of love making caused the burning around her ass to spread heat over every inch of her body.

  Ayden didn’t move. He held himself motionless, braced above her. Magda moved his cock, circling it around her entrance. He didn’t push but remained completely still. She took in his body, how rigid and pronounced every muscle inside him was. His beautifully sculptured chest. His flat, hard stomach. The roped muscle that stretched to his loins. Every inch of him was perfect.

  “Magdaline,” Ayden growled. “This isn’t the time to tease or torture your mate.”

  She might have smiled but her actions were making her nuts, too. She positioned him where he needed to be and glanced up at his face. Her fingers loosened around his shaft.

  Ayden looked down at her and their gazes locked. Then he thrust and slid inside her, the moisture from her come creating the perfect lubricant to ease his way.

  “
Oh crap. God!” she howled, instantly arching her back.

  Her breasts were once again swollen. The tips of her nipples brushed against his chest. Every nerve in her body was suddenly electrified. She was acutely aware of the slightest touch to her body. Ayden slid into her ass, stretching and filling the narrow, tight cavity. The moment she thought he would split her in two, he began to recede.

  It created an odd type of pressure. First heat, then her incredible awareness of his cock moving, brought her to the edge. But it was a different place than she’d been to before. This time, although knowing she was close to coming again, her orgasm built from a different foundation. Magda cried out again, howling loudly when Ayden began fucking her ass.

  He lowered himself on to her, one hand moving and grabbing her jaw. Ayden delve deep into her mouth, filling her with his tongue when his cock filled her ass. Nothing she’d imagined compared to this. The heat that took over her body reached a temperature she hadn’t thought possible. Magda wasn’t going to burn alive. She was going to explode, be incinerated from a heat so powerful, so incredibly intense that there was no doubt it would change who she was forever.

  His cock was so swollen. She felt the weight of it when it sank deep into her hole. The smooth, tight skin inside her stretched. The burning grew.

  Magda yanked her mouth away from his, turning her head to the side as she screamed.

  “Ayden!”

  Fire ripped her in two. Her body accepted the thickness of his cock, in spite of its efforts to burn them alive instead. The flames that tormented her deep to her soul raged out of her. Pressure broke when a dam, unable to hold the currents of lust and passion any longer, exploded into millions of pieces.

  “Fucking tail! Oh shit!” She thrashed underneath him.

  Ayden held her in place, managing to stay inside her when an orgasm so incredible it blinded her and robbed her of every sense she’d ever relied on, broke her in two. For a time she floated. Or maybe that wasn’t how to describe it. She spun, unable to hold on to Ayden, or the world around her. Wave after wave continued thrashing through her. Moisture exploded from her pussy and she clenched down, barely able to do that.

  “Jesus Christ, Magda!” Ayden’s voice sounded so far away.

  It was rough, a gravelly rumble that reached her ears over one of the many waves that continued ransacking her system.

  “My amazing black beauty.”

  Magda wasn’t sure if Ayden were actually speaking. Maybe she’d come so hard that her world now existed on a different plane. Moments might have been hours. It took a fair bit of that time for her to blink, remember to breathe, and once again feel his rugged body over hers.

  “My turn.” This time she saw his mouth when he spoke.

  Ayden began moving. If she thought the pressure was gone from her orgasm, Magda was mistaken. With each deep thrust into her ass, he built her back up as if inflating her. She watched with loving amazement while his gorgeous body rippled. There were waves building inside him, too. Magda swore she saw them grow in intensity just as they did inside her.

  There was no warning sign. Magda just knew when to look up. She shot her attention to his face, grabbing his upper arms and holding on so she wouldn’t float away again and miss the moment. Ayden was watching her. As she wanted to witness her mate’s pleasure, so had he with her.

  Ayden’s mouth opened. He tried speaking but no words came out. He stared down at her and she thought she saw helplessness. Not in a bad way, but in a matter of surrendering. He didn’t look away but instead began to howl. Then his body pumped. Release after release filled her. Magda embraced the sensations, thrilled that her nerve endings were so electrified that it intensified the moment. His hot come soaked her asshole. It was torture and pleasure all at the same time. She felt every moment of his orgasm right along with him.

  Waiting until his breathing returned to a steady pant, Magda lowered her rear end to the floor. She wasn’t sure when during their love making that she’d lifted herself into the air. But slowly, she made the muscles in her body relax. When she did, Ayden’s dick eased out of her. He took a lot of the heat with him. Magda was left with the soothing cream he’d filled her with that now coated and soothed her.

  “I love you,” she whispered, which was all she was able to do. Her vocal chords would take a bit to mend after all the howling she’d done.

  Ayden collapsed next to her on the blankets. “I love you, too,” he said between heavy breaths.

  “I need to figure out how to bathe my mate,” she said, deciding to embrace the ritual he’d started when he’d insisted on cleaning her in the past. “There’s no hot water tonight, nor are there pots the size of the one you brought me in the cave.”

  “I’m already thinking it through.” He turned his head and smiled at her.

  Ayden rolled to his side, slipping his arm underneath her neck and pulling her up against him. She was limp. Not one muscle inside her had any desire to comply and allow her to move of her own accord. Magda didn’t mind. She snuggled into the heat of his body and let her head fall back so she was able to smile up at him.

  “Maybe we should stop up the tub and fill it with snow so it can start melting now.”

  A grin toyed at his mouth. “And why is that?”

  “So that we have lots of water and won’t have to work to get it after we make love again.”

  Ayden blessed her with a very satisfied, and most definitely wicked grin. “Thinking of wearing out your mate?”

  “Only if fucking me all night long exhausts you.” Magda wasn’t at all sure she’d make it until dawn if they had more sex like they’d just had.

  Ayden wrapped his arms around her and held on tight. She was barely able to breathe. It didn’t matter. She had never been happier and there wasn’t anywhere she’d rather be.

  “I like this scent on you much better.”

  “Much better than what?” Her eyelids were heavy and she decided there was no harm in closing them for a minute.

  “Then how you smelled before we started fucking. I know something bothered you.”

  It hardly seemed to matter now. She sighed, pure contentment smelling better than anything she’d ever breathed in.

  “It was something that was said while we were eating with the others.”

  “What was that?”

  “My sire had to have left Malta before the fires burned out that pack,” she told him. Her words sounded as lazy as she felt. “This pack lived there when the island burned. I’m twenty-five years old and these werewolves aren’t old enough to have been here my entire life.”

  “Interesting.”

  “Maybe I just assumed he left when the pack was burned off the island. He just seemed to know so much about it.”

  If Ayden howled anything else Magda didn’t hear it. She slipped into a sleep that was full of peace and love, knowing this was how it would be for the rest of her life.

  MORE BOOKS BY LORIE O’CLARE

  Black Jag 1: Black Seduction

  Black Jag 2: Black Passion

  Black Jag 3: Black Surrender

  Blue Moon

  Cariboo Lunewulf 1: Taming Heather

  Cariboo Lunewulf 2: Pursuit

  Cariboo Lunewulf 3: Challenged

  Fallen Gods 1: Tainted Purity

  Fallen Gods 2: Jaded Prey

  Fallen Gods 3: Lotus Blooming

  Fallen Gods 4: Embracing Temptation

  Leopard Visions 1: Vision Captured

  Leopard Visions 2: Vision Fulfilled

  Leopard Visions 3: Vision Controller

  Leopard Visions 4: Vision Lust

  Leopard Visions 5: Vision Revealed

  Lunewulf 1: Lunewulf Law

  Lunewulf 2: In Her Blood

  Lunewulf 3: In Her Dreams

  Lunewulf 4: In Her Nature

  Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul

  Lunewulf 6: Full Moon Rising

  Lunewulf 7: Wicked

  Lunewulf 8: With Her Hunger

  Lune
wulf 9: With Her Craving

  Penance

  Raptors Revealed 1: Feather Down

  Raptors Revealed 2: Feather Possessed

  Raptors Revealed 3: Feather Adored

  Raptors Revealed 4: Feather Torn

  Sex Slaves 1: Sex Traders

  Sex Slaves 2: Waiting for Yesterday

  Sex Slaves 3: Waiting for Dawn

  Torrid Love 1: The First Time

  Torrid Love 2: Caught!

  Torrid Love 3: After Dusk

  Werewolves of Malta 1: Elements Unbound

  Werewolves of Malta 2: Living Extinct

  Werewolves of Malta 3: Far from Innocent

  Werewolves of Malta 4: Forbidden Attraction

  Werewolves of Malta 5: For Life

  Werewolves of Malta 6: ’Til Death

  A NOTE TO THE READER:

  Some authors write a note to their readers at the beginning of books. I thought if I wrote this after the story ended, I wouldn’t unintentionally say anything that would sway your opinion of the book. If you’re like me, I enjoy reading a book without the opinions of so many others about the story already in my head.

  First let me say, I really hope you liked Ayden and Magda’s story. When I first envisioned these three littermates if you will, Magda, Liesa and Katrin, I knew each of them would have a different take of their life while still living on their mountain, and how they would find happiness after they started their new lives. These three left their mountain that had been filled with love, with no discrimination or prejudice, and entered a world where they were hated on sight. They had some understanding of Malta werewolves being despised outside their home, but not the full comprehension of it. I hope you saw how strong, how determined Magda was in creating a life for herself that she felt she deserved. She also deserved Ayden. And what a lucky werewolf she was to get him!

  With that said, I’m not writing this note to analyze our hero and heroine. You’ll walk away with your own opinion of them, which is how it should be. I want to tell you about some of the minor characters in this book.