With Her Capture (19 page)

He turned, raising his fingers to what would
probably be a nice shiner in time to see her pulling her jeans back
up. Ayden stalked toward her, catching her before she finished the
act. This time he wasn’t gentle when he threw her on the bed.

Magda spun around, but only made it to her
back before he was on her. He grabbed her wrists when she raised
her hands. There was no way he was risking another blow.

“
Beaute noire
, I most definitely
dare,” he said, his voice a deep rumble.

She opened her mouth, but he didn’t give her
a chance to spew insults at him. Ayden took her mouth, crushing his
lips to hers. He tasted blood. It might have been hers or his. He
wasn’t sure. But the taste fueled the beast in him further.

She moaned into his mouth, groaned and
howled. More than once she arched up into him, as if trying to
throw him off of her. It wasn’t until she exhaled and began kissing
him back that he released her wrists.

His brain was a ravished fever. Never had he
wanted a female so desperately. If it meant fighting with her all
night, he would do it. Which brought a bit of sobriety to his
thoughts. Already he’d questioned his motives while hunting her.
His pride had taken a huge blow when she’d run from him. Ayden knew
it wasn’t just pride that sent him after her. And it wasn’t sheer
determination to win a fight that kept him from storming out the
door now.

Rolling to his side, he grabbed the side of
her head by her hair and pulled her face to his then bit her lip.
He wasn’t great on speeches. The best way to show Magda where she
belonged was to show her.

This time, when he pulled her up against him,
their kiss was fiery hot. Her small hands moved to his shoulder,
then down his arm. Everywhere she touched him scorched with need
for her touch again.

“You need to understand,” she whispered into
his mouth.

“I do,” he promised.

The fever was fogging his mind again. What he
understood best was how much he needed to be inside her. In spite
of knowing that Magda felt compelled to make him see her side of
the argument, those words would wait. He had no problem battling
out anything she wished. There was no doubt in his mind that each
time they fought it would bring them right back to here.

He slid an arm underneath her and pressed his
hand into the middle of her back. Then holding her in place he
began exploring with his other hand. All the while tasting her,
dipping deep into her hot, moist mouth and feasting. It was a
hunger he doubted would ever be fully appeased. Dragging her blouse
up over her breasts, he then rubbed her stomach.

Magda wasn’t panting anymore but her breath
still came hard. The tightening and relaxing of her muscles, while
the heat of her mouth flooded into his, got his dick so damn hard
that pain ransacked his body.

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 expression
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.