With Her Capture (23 page)

Not that burying himself deep inside Magda’s
soaked pussy wouldn’t bring incredible pleasure. There was
something about that first moment, though. Something about the
initial contact when his cock first sunk into those tight
folds.

Ayden came down on top of Magda. Her pleasure
smelled as strong as his. He loved how his scent made hers sharper,
especially when he breathed it in off her perfect, beautiful
flowing black coat.

Magda braced herself, holding her position
when he pulled her in underneath him. Letting all his weight down
on her backside would force her to the ground. In spite of the
tight pain it created in his muscles, he remained off balance,
carrying the bulk of his weight with his hind legs. Having her
remain standing when he pinned her underneath him would allow him
to enter her fully. His brain boiled in anticipation.

Ayden wasn’t ready for Magda to squat to the
ground. It threw him off balance. His sight remained fogged with
incredible carnal lust when she slid forward on her belly and
escaped him.

He pounced.
Come back here
, he roared.
His primal nature demanded that his female be underneath him, ready
to be fucked.

It took a moment for Ayden to pick up on the
change in the air around them. Magda slivered across the grass,
moving fast and low so that her black coat floated around her just
over the tall mountain grass.

Ayden landed close to her but Magda kept
moving. She ignored his loud complaints. His head began clearing.
He understood why. Before his determined
beaute noire
created any more distance between them, Ayden came to full alert.
This time the low rumble deep in his throat stilled her.

A frigid breeze whipped down the mountain and
around the trees. It reached Ayden like a splash of cold water in
the face. Instantly his head cleared. The breeze carried a
different smell other than the fragrance of the evergreens or
various odors from the many living prey his kind feasted on. Ayden
smelled werewolves.

Magda didn’t look to him for guidance. He
would worry later about encouraging his female to know when to
submit. Fortunately, she wasn’t on the move either. Magda remained
crouched in the tall grass, her belly to the ground, and her ears
alert. He watched her sniff the air, although only for a moment.
The easiest thing to do was walk to her and stand over her. The
moment he sensed her stiffen, he grumbled low in his throat, for
only her to hear.

Don’t you dare move.

Magda remained crouched when he moved forward
and stood over her. Ayden didn’t know yet if the smell he picked up
on came from members of his pack, a rogue werewolf or two, or
members from one of the other packs on his mountain. With the
frozen breeze continually shifting down through the trees, it was
too soon to determine how many approached. But the smell of his
kind grew stronger.

It wasn’t until the air around them stilled
that Ayden picked up on the animosity. Magda snarled, obviously
smelling the same thing. He swallowed, taking a step forward and
praying his brand new mate was smart enough to stay right where she
was. Because now that the breeze was gone it was clear their
company was a hell of a lot closer than he’d originally
thought.

Ayden searched around him. He looked past
large rocks that jutted up out of the earth, across the tall grass
that was everywhere. He focused on the trees at the edge of the
clearing where they’d stopped. Ayden hadn’t paid attention, nor
cared much, when they’d first stopped where they were exactly. Now,
with his cock no longer doing his thinking for him, he recognized
his surroundings. This was his mountain. His pack, his den, wasn’t
far from where they were now.

Magda straightened at the same time that
there was movement by the trees. Ayden shot his attention in that
direction. He caught sight of the shadow, which was the best he was
able to make out at this distance even with the light of the moon.
The male charged toward them. Magda growled.

Before he had time to growl a warning in
return, the earth shook underneath him. Ayden let out a fierce
stream of barks. He was positive he charged at her, but not in
time.

A large boulder ripped free of the ground. In
the darkness it looked like a life-size baseball, round—but
incredibly heavy. Too heavy to stop, too fast to dodge or outrun.
It slammed into the shadow.

No!
Ayden roared, no longer focusing
on Magda. He raced toward the shadow and toward the large boulder
that had stopped moving. The shadow’s scent was familiar. The
boulder had squashed the shadow. It was on top of Anthony.

This wasn’t how she’d imagined it would be.
They had been ready to fuck. Magda had smelled Ayden’s love for her
when he’d started mounting her. Then her entire world had
changed.

In such a short time they’d come this far. A
full circle. From ignorance and lack of trust, to desire and lust,
to love—and now what? Would Ayden ever howl at her again?

“My worst nightmare,” she muttered, and for
the hundredth time that day it seemed, paced her prison cell.

Magda glanced at the small window laced with
barbed wire. She already knew the walls were supported with steel.
The door was metal. The floor cement. This was a cage for a
werewolf, designed by werewolves. There was no way to escape.

After waking up on the bare floor her third
morning in a row, she was stiff, hungry, and incredibly antsy.
There had been no visitors. Although she only wanted to see one
werewolf—Ayden.

If only her gift would allow her to erase
what had happened. She’d reacted to an enemy approaching. She’d
smelled the hatred, the bile and contempt. It was a scent she’d
never be able to forget as long as she lived, even if she never
smelled it again.

When she’d caught the whiff of it in the air,
moments before they were ready to fuck, she’d reacted on instinct.
Her life was finally in order. She’d fallen in love. Ayden had
fought to keep her with him, had hunted her down. He was the
perfect male. He’d been too good to be true.

Magda sunk to the floor, her back sliding
down against the wall as she dug her fingers into her tangled hair.
“Idiot. You were such an idiot,” she snarled, closing her eyes.

Which allowed her to relive that horrific
moment yet again. She saw the huge boulder freeing itself from the
ground. Even when she opened her eyes and focused on her grim
surroundings, she still felt the weight of it from when she had
forced it through the darkness. It had been a direct hit.

Then a damn pack of Cariboo
lunewulf
had charged out from the trees. They had surrounded her. She was
smothered by the overheated smell of pissed off werewolves.

It had taken Ayden changing into his flesh,
shivering uncontrollably in the freezing night air as he yelled at
his pack not to kill her, which had kept her alive so far. She was
sure of it. Then he’d left her. He’d returned to his fur and raced
over to the crushed werewolf. Magda hadn’t known it was his
littermate.

Her gaze fixed on the small box of granola
bars and the box next to it of beef jerky. She’d eaten half the
contents of both so far. They were like an hour glass. Once those
boxes were empty she’d starve to death.

She’d always guessed Ayden had clout with his
pack. She hadn’t known they were as close to his territory as they
had been when he’d decided to fuck. Not that he would have been
able to tell her in her fur.

Why had she agreed to his stupid plan?
Falling in love had been her first big mistake. Her head had been
clearer when she’d only given thought to her own safety. Ayden had
been convinced they would be able to run into his pack. He knew the
litters who lived on his mountain. They trusted him. And he’d trust
all of them with his life.

They would stay the night at his den. He
would introduce her to his littermate. Ayden hadn’t been
delusional. He’d agreed with Magda when she had pointed out that
Anthony would hate her on sight. But, he’d assured her that Anthony
would give Ayden his blessing, whether he agreed with whom he’d
chosen as a mate or not. After staying the night at his den, they
would then continue their journey to her litter.

Magda had consented to the plan. Ayden was
very convincing with his argument and he’d been right. Running to
the states, to the Colorado pack, would very likely mean she’d
never see Katrin or Liesa again. She’d put in the stipulation that
after visiting both litters, howling their stories around a good
fire and sharing in their kill, if it still smelled wise they would
then run to Colorado. Ayden had agreed.

He was an intelligent male. Magda wouldn’t
argue that point. Before they’d left he’d plotted how they would
enter his pack’s territory. Ayden had been up front in telling her
that there were some litters who would kill her if they sniffed her
out. He hadn’t misjudged his pack. The only werewolf he’d misjudged
had been her.

There was no point in going over everything
that had happened again. She’d wondered enough already how things
might have been different if she hadn’t used her gift, if she
hadn’t dumped that boulder on top of Ayden’s littermate. She’d even
questioned how things might have been different if it had been
another werewolf. Still someone from his pack. Obviously Ayden
cared about all the litters on his mountain, and her still being
alive was proof how much they honored anything he howled. But would
she be locked in this cage for going on three days now, without
even picking up on Ayden’s scent, if it had been another werewolf
and not Anthony that she’d crushed?

“Damn you, Ayden. You shouldn’t have chased
me down when I ran from the cave.” Magda pushed herself to her
feet. “You should have let me go.”

The cold cement topped with the harsh breeze
that blew in from the small barb-wired covered window made her
stiff and ache the longer she remained still. Ayden’s pack members
had dumped the contents of their duffel bag and had dropped a pile
of her clothes, along with one blanket, in the corner of the steel
enforced shed. Long underwear under her jeans, two shirts and a
sweatshirt, made the icy conditions barely tolerable during the
day. At night, changing into her fur kept her alive against the
harsh climate.

Magda understood the only thing keeping her
moving, that forced her to pace, to eat and to sleep was her
survival instinct. She also accepted that she didn’t have a death
wish. It wasn’t in her nature to become depressed and wish for
death. She grieved for Ayden’s littermate, whom she had to have
killed. That boulder had been a direct hit.

Ayden had left her, running to his
littermate. All Magda had been able to see, before the force of so
many large male Cariboo had surrounded her, was Ayden sliding into
the boulder. She’d watched him bury his nose underneath it. As his
pack members herded her up the mountain to this isolated shed with
no dens in sight around it, she relived the sound of Ayden howling.
His pain and anguish had stuck with her, making her numb when his
pack had nipped at her, bit into her flesh, then head-butted her so
that she rolled head over paws into her cage.

Less than an hour after hearing the
incredibly large padlock click into place, one purchased because it
was too large for any werewolf to bite his way through, a burly
male had unlocked it and dumped her possessions and the two boxes
of food on the floor. He’d called her a few choice names. Then he’d
left. That had been her last visitor.

Magda scooped out a beef jerky. Tearing the
wrapper with her teeth, she dropped it on the pile with the other
wrappers and bit off a piece of the cured meat. There were thick
trees outside her small window. She didn’t have a view of the sky
or the mountain range that she knew surrounded her. It was several
days running and climbing to reach where Katrin and her new mate
now lived. Ayden had sent Jaeger Alger ahead. He would howl that
Magda and her mate would arrive within the week. Ayden and Magda
had agreed it best not to tell Jaeger that they only planned to
visit and not stay. Magda had wanted to tell her littermates of her
plans personally. When this week passed and she didn’t show up, her
littermates would slowly begin to understand that something
terrible had happened.

A tear slid down her face. It surprised her
in spite of the incredible pain and her love sick heart. Magda was
sure she’d already cried all the tears she had over a littermate
she didn’t know and a brand new mate who likely now wished her
dead. Ayden hadn’t despised her kind. He’d believed himself capable
of smelling the good in a werewolf. It wasn’t in his nature to
condemn a male or female without knowing how they ran. And in the
short time they’d been together, Ayden had been convinced Magda was
a good female.

Maybe Magda and Ayden had been fooled into
believing she was good. After all, if the entire world believed
genocide was the only answer for Malta werewolves, maybe so many
werewolves smelled the truth better than the two of them did. Magda
understood now that although what she did had been terribly wrong,
a werewolf was the ultimate predator. It didn’t matter what breed
of werewolf. Any werewolf would attack if so many angry werewolves
had suddenly leapt out of the trees and charged.

“You only smelled the one werewolf,” she
muttered and bit off more of the jerky. The other males hadn’t
charged until the boulder had done its damage—until she had made
the boulder do its damage.

Magda understood her charges. She also knew
that werewolves didn’t have jails, or a legal system that held
criminals until tried by a jury of their peers the way humans did.
There was one punishment for any crime that smelled bad enough to
turn a pack on a rogue male or female. Magda was who she was and
accepted the way of her kind. Ayden and his pack would kill
her.