With Her Capture (12 page)

“
You don’t know what
life with me would be like.”

“
I don’t fear what I
don’t know,” he told her, fighting to help her understand while her
body tortured his cock. “I leap to understand it.”

She gave him a small
smile and the growl that was almost a purr, escaping from deep in
her throat, brought his blood to a boil.

Nothing compelled him
to be gentle. The predator in him needed to possess, to control and
conquer, and gain Magda’s
complete submission.

But with his next
breath, which he barely managed to take because so much ripe, fully
aroused female lay trapped underneath him, Ayden inhaled the
sumptuously rich smell of her desire. It was stronger than before.
She finally understood. It didn’t matter to him what breed she was.
It was her, who she was inside and out that mattered—a
lot.

“
Magdaline.” He growled
her full name although not sure how coherent he sounded. He
unleashed his need for her with an aggressiveness so strong, so
breathtaking and demanding that with each of her soft, sultry
cries, he needed even more.

Ayden ran his hand down
her smooth flesh and cupped her breast. He tugged on the full, ripe
mound until his hand slipped and his fingers grasped her nipple.
While nibbling on the corner of her mouth, he pinched the puckered
flesh between his fingers.

“
Oh God!” She slapped
her hands on either side of the cave floor and arched her back,
pushing her breast against his hand. ”More. I want more,” she
gasped.

He pinched and swore he
saw her flesh sizzle. When he let go and ran his fingers over the
outside swell of her breast, her skin was no longer cold from the
outdoors.

She stared up at him
with eyes laced with streaks of silver. Magda lifted her hands and
reached for either side of his head. She dug her fingers into his
short, thick hair and pulled his face to hers.

“
Fuck me,” she uttered
under a staggered breath.

“
Already plan on it, my
beautiful bitch.”

“
Make me
come.”

“
Definitely.”

When she lifted her
head and pressed her lips to his, Ayden caught a glimpse at how
hard it might be to tame his wild, black beauty. He might need to
control. It was in his nature, who he was, bred deep through
generations of fiercely aggressive, alpha males. It was part of his
DNA make up to manage—and yes, adore—his female. At the moment
though, Magda tugged him to her. Ayden obeyed like a compliant dog
on a leash.

It didn’t stop his
urgency though. The moment he embraced their kiss, he once again
drank in her scent, her sweet unique taste that so easily had
captured his being from the basic core, and the feral side of him
rose to take over and conquer. It wasn’t an action that required
conscious thought. In his human form he was still a werewolf—an
alpha male ready to command his queen.

Ayden rolled off her
body, breaking their kiss and forcing her fingers to slide off his
head. He no longer cared how hard, or cold, the cave floor was. It
brought some coherency to his brain. Grabbing her as she had just
him, he sunk his fingers deep into her hair and pulled her face to
his.

“
Come here,” he
rumbled.

Her growl matched his
when she rolled to her side and draped a leg over his. Magda ran
her hand down his back and scraped her finger nails over his
flesh.

Ayden’s balls
constricted. They prickled then swelled with the same fury that
matched the pressure building inside him, pushing him to the edge.
His dick was painfully swollen and this time pressed against her
inner thigh. It danced between them and she thrust her hips into
him, teasing him when her damp pussy brushed against his shaft. All
that mattered was filling her, stretching her hot moist flesh
around him when he buried his dick deep in her
pussy.

He thrust his tongue
deep into her mouth and she took all of him. Magda dug her
fingernails into his scalp then back down to his shoulders,
scraping into his flesh. The sting when she punctured skin drained
what blood was left there completely out of his
brain.

Magda ripped her mouth
from his with a fierce turn of her head. “Oh damn,” she whispered,
and wanted to mount Ayden right now, without further torture, and
slide down his cock until he hit that spot deep inside her aching
for release.

It took a moment to
catch her breath, to remember how to breathe. This was Ayden’s
doings. He’d instigated this between them. Later there would be
consequences. Magda wasn’t some innocent female who didn’t
understand the direction they headed. Fucking him now would mate
the two of them—if she were to honor their traditions. An alpha
male like Ayden wouldn’t tolerate negative fallout after fucking
her. She understood his scent, knew what he planned. God knew she
desperately wanted him. Did she want him for life?

Magda knew the answer
to that question. However, it was a two-sided sword. She also
wanted him to have a life.

“
I won’t hold you to a
commitment.” She let the words spill out of her, hating how painful
it was to force herself to be practical when she wanted him so
bad.

“
Magdaline.”

She’d never heard her
name growled that way before.

“
You have nothing to
worry about.”

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
?”