With Her Capture (29 page)

“What’s wrong?” she demanded, her dark eyes
suddenly large as she sniffed the air.

Ayden took only a moment to glance at her
boobs as they bounced when she pulled her jeans up her hips. “I
don’t think the mutts’ pack leader is coming.”

Magda instantly smelled worried and frowned.
He wanted to console her, assure her everything was fine, and even
more so fuck her until she howled her satisfaction. He already
hated this pack for interrupting the plan he’d laid out for when
they arrived here. Magda had enough danger in her life already. He
hated just as much that those males stood outside their door. There
was no reason for them to be there. Unless American packs had a
very different way of greeting newcomers, this pack had decided
without even bothering to sniff him or Magda out, that the two of
them were dangerous.

Apparently it was a joke that American
werewolves were less prejudice. Their blood might be diluted down
to the point where they had no idea what type of werewolf they
were. But it seemed they still were still capable of judging other
werewolves because of their breeding.

Why else would Ayden and Magda suddenly be
confined to a motel room, which with every minute started feeling
more like a cage? They either didn’t like Malta werewolves, or had
an issue with him being too large of a
lunewulf
. Ayden
didn’t plan on waiting around to find out.

“What are you doing?” Magda demanded when he
stepped around her.

Ayden hoisted himself on to the bathroom
counter until he faced a small, frosted glass, square window. The
window opened easily toward him on a hinge. It made it a few inches
as far as the hinge allowed. Ayden took a big whiff of the cold air
that reached his face.

“I don’t like the way the hospitality smells
on these American mutts.”

“Let’s leave the way we came in,” she said
stubbornly. “If they try and stop us I’ll send them flying.”

“Using your gift on an entire pack might be
too exhausting,” Ayden whispered. He sniffed the cold air and
didn’t smell any werewolves outside the window.

He tugged harder. It didn’t take much
strength. The small window snapped loose from its hinge. Ayden felt
tingles rush up and down his spine. He wanted to grow stronger,
enforce their freedom and put an end, once and for all, to the two
of them watching over their shoulder or worrying if the next
werewolf they saw might try killing them.

There weren’t any buildings or dens behind
the small motel. A small grassy area, too small to be called a
field, turned rocky and into a steep incline not far from the
motel. He and Magda would be up the mountain, and likely entering
Malta werewolf, or
lunewulf
territory once they started
climbing. Either sounded safer than these American mutts.

“Let’s get everything put away,” he decided,
turning and easing off the counter. He dug his fingers into Magda’s
long wet hair that now hung in tangles over her still bare breasts.
“We’ll dump our stuff out this window, then change, and jump out.
The mountain is right behind us.”

“I still don’t know that we can’t leave the
way we entered.” Magda stepped backward, causing his hands to fall
free from her head. Then grabbing a folded sweatshirt, she hurried
to put it on then walked out of the bathroom.

Ayden hurried and grabbed her arm. When she
looked as if she might spin around and attack, he yanked her up
against him. He barely managed pressing his hand over her mouth
before she spoke.

“My
beaute noire
, listen to me,” he
whispered. “If you get pissed at me, they will smell it. Calm down.
Sniff it out for yourself. Don’t make yourself obvious, though. And
trust me, something doesn’t smell right.”

He continued whispering, his face close to
hers so that he barely uttered a sound. Then slowly, cautiously, he
removed his hand from her mouth. Magda gave him a hard stare, her
dark eyes wide, before taking her time looking away. Ayden gave her
credit. Her sharp look made it crystal clear that she didn’t
appreciate him stifling her like that. But she didn’t smell
angry.

Her sweatshirt tumbled down her body to her
waist. She pulled her hair free of it. Magda walked away from him,
not making a sound, and paused when she stood facing the door.
Neither of them spoke. Ayden breathed in the scented soap that
fragranced her body and hair. The males outside would smell it.

That was okay. After all, it simply confirmed
the two of them were still inside the motel room. Magda pressed her
nose to the crack between the door and the doorframe. She breathed
in deeply so that her chest expanded. Ayden dropped his attention
to her ass. Her sweatshirt was baggy and hid the wonderful curve of
her hips to her narrow waist. But it didn’t hide the view of how
she looked in those jeans.

More than anything he wanted to grab that
perfectly shaped ass. He wanted to put his mouth at that exact spot
where her thighs ended and that sweet ass began. No way he’d offer
those mutts standing outside their door the luxury of breathing in
the aroma when his beautiful bitch came. Ayden shifted his weight
and forced his growing hard on to subside. Somehow, some way, soon
he would fuck her.

After a moment, she turned and faced him. Her
expression was pinched with concern. She still had no scent to her.
His adorable mate was good.

Ayden walked up to her. He wrapped his arms
around her and lowered his mouth to hers. If they were giving those
two mutts outside a smell, it might as well be one that wouldn’t
arouse suspicion. They wouldn’t hear her howl her delight when his
dick hit that exact spot deep inside her pussy. But it wouldn’t
hurt if they lowered their guard a bit because they believed the
two they were watching inside were too distracted to care about
escaping.

Ayden cupped Magda’s ass, pressing her
against him so she felt how instantly hard she made him. Then
pushing his tongue between her moist lips, he dove in for a
taste.

God! She was everything he needed. Powerful,
proud, protective and strong willed. She challenged him, loved him
and he was head over tail in love with her.

He took a step backward, holding her close
while he continued kissing her. It wasn’t until they were standing
at the other side of the bed that he broke it off and rested his
head against her forehead.

“If I kiss you much longer I won’t be
thinking about anything else other than getting you out of those
clothes.”

Her chuckle was low, soft and alluring as the
feel of her body against his. And the way she tasted. He wanted a
feast, not a nibble.

Ayden growled, letting her see his
frustration. He didn’t want to push her away. But straightening, he
put her at arm’s length, although taking his hands off her was too
much. He stroked her hair, wishing there was time to brush it until
it was smooth silk, untangled and glossy dark.

“There are only two males standing outside
that I saw,” he whispered, keeping his voice low. He thought of
turning on the TV, just to make it harder in case the mutts were
trying to listen to them. But it might raise suspicion. He wasn’t
one to sit and stare at humans acting out scenarios of human lives.
“I didn’t smell anyone behind the motel. We’re going to change,
leap out and make a run for it.”

Magda nodded. Her eyes were wide as she
stared up at him. “I love you,” she whispered.

Her scent changed only slightly. She was
still reining in emotions. He saw turmoil in those pretty eyes, and
something that might have been fear rested on her scent.

“I love you, too.” He stroked the sides of
her head. “If we run into trouble—“

“If we run into trouble, I’ll use my gift.”
She didn’t take her eyes off him.

Ayden thought she might be asking permission.
Maybe she was warning him. He didn’t know if she was able to
control the extremes that her gift might reach. She had sworn that
she hadn’t meant to hurt his littermate, and he believed her. Magda
hadn’t known the werewolf racing at them at high speed was Anthony.
But here, with these mutts deciding to trap the two of them, there
was no love loss involved.

This time he nodded, and she walked in for a
hug.

He watched Magda strip out of her clothes
while he did the same. She would distract him in her flesh or her
fur. There was no point in looking away. Never had he wanted a
female so desperately. They were going to make it through this. He
had more motivation than he’d ever had in his life to escape a
bunch of raunchy mutts.

They stuffed the clothes they’d been wearing
into the bag. Magda helped him strap it around his waist. Then she
grabbed him, pulling him in for a rough kiss. Instantly his cock
was so hard it hurt.

She smiled against his lips. “Go through the
window first,” she whispered against his lips. “If you get stuck I
can help push you through. And don’t worry, Cariboo, we’re going to
make it to our new home.”

“Bet your absolutely adorable ass we are,” he
told her, needing to make light of their situation. He hated the
nervousness he now smelled on her.

But Magda was tough. She’d run ever since
losing her sire and mother and their den on her mountain. She’d
given up seeing her littermates, accepting that they were happy and
safe. Now it was her turn for that same happiness, for that sense
of safety he knew she hadn’t known for months now. Ayden would give
it to her if he had to kill every werewolf that came at them to do
it.

“I’ll go first,” he grumbled. “It might be
the only way I don’t immediately mount you once we change.”

She laughed, although she did it silently.
“Soon as we’re safe—“

“It’s the first thing we’re going to do.”

Her grin broadened and his heart swelled. The
change swam through his system. His spine prickled. Tiny electric
shocks zapped their way into his muscles. Ayden didn’t take his
eyes off Magda when his heart began pumping harder and his body
began changing.

He watched while Magda transformed as well.
White fur covered his flesh while silky, long black fur covered
hers. He continued staring into her dark eyes. Her irises altered
from black to silver. The natural drive, her willingness to plow
forward no matter the circumstances, and her powerful love of life
made her eyes glow when their shape changed. She was so
beautiful.

His skin hardened as bones stretched and
muscles contorted. Ayden dropped to all fours and immediately spun
his head around to grab the saddle bag with his teeth and adjust it
on his back. Magda took a moment to take the strap in her teeth and
tug on it. He nodded when it felt secure.

Again his heart swelled in his chest. She
turned her attention to the window above them. Magda’s long, silky
black coat was a perfect contrast to his. It would make it easy for
anyone to spot the two of them together, and know that they were
the new couple who’d just entered this territory. They needed to
race up that mountain as quickly as possible.

Ayden leapt on to the counter and to the
window. It was a tight fit, but he pushed his way through and
landed on hard, snow-covered ground. He jumped out of the way,
turning and looking up in time to watch Magda leap and land
gracefully next to him.

Her scent wrapped around him. Every inch of
him tightened. This was his female, his perfect black beauty. As
much as breathing her in affected his system, Ayden’s head was
clear enough to pick up on something else. There were other
werewolves nearby, and a lot more than two.

There wasn’t time to determine where they
were, or why neither of them had picked up on them in their flesh.
Ayden let out a low growl.

His message was clear.
Run!

Ayden leapt from rock to rock. Magda stayed
right beside him. It didn’t take more than a few minutes to climb
half way up the mountain. With it being a rocky incline, jumping
over boulders, landing on cliffs, and racing around rock walls, it
was hard staying out of sight. This was something the two of them
had done all their lives, though. Magda’s mountain climbing skills
easily matched his. They didn’t hesitate in their path and soon
reached a plateau of thick trees. He ran into them with his
beaute noire
at his side.

Magda glanced behind them. He heard a
rumbling sound and shot a glance from where they’d come as well.
There were werewolves in pursuit, and a lot of them. He damn near
leapt to the side when a good sized tree fell to the ground right
where they’d just run.

Ayden looked at Magda. They kept running. She
was using her gift to prevent the chase from continuing. Another
tree fell. And another. The two of them kept running. They reached
a wall of stone and changed their course. He didn’t know if they
were even on the right mountain, which sucked. But something told
him they would enter new territory soon. Ayden didn’t see the down
side of running into
lunewulf
or Malta werewolf territory.
Either breed had to be better to deal with than these insane
mutts.

The ground shook when a thick, older tree
crashed to the ground not too far behind them. Ayden heard howls.
Magda knocked a few werewolves down with that tree. How many of
them were there?

He chanced another look behind them when
werewolves of all different colors—brown, auburn, yellow and some
with those colors mixed together—jumped over the fallen tree and
began gaining speed on them. Magda was panting when she turned and
stared down the assholes still hunting them. Ayden hurried toward
her when her entire body began vibrating. Suddenly several boulders
began shaking. The werewolves in pursuit slowed. A small avalanche
began. Rocks raced toward the mutts. Ayden didn’t care about
watching to see how many Magda took out.

We need to keep climbing
, he growled
at her.
Let’s run to our new life.