With Her Capture (33 page)

Ayden shifted his balance, keeping his body
propped up with one arm and reaching for her with the other. He
grabbed her head, pushing down and forcing her lower. There was
always a bit of fight in her. She resisted only a moment though,
before opening and sucking him deep into her mouth.

“Fucking tail, Magda. Yes!”

She moaned, her mouth full of cock. When she
began moving her tongue around his shaft, the taste of his salty
pre-cum robbed her senses of detecting anything else. Its smell was
earthy, the raw essence of what made up the male. In spite of the
primal energy radiating from Ayden when his body stiffened and
muscles bulged, harder than steel, Magda pressed her free hand over
his belly and knew power even stronger.

She salivated, soaking him down to his balls.
Then sinking down over him, felt a tingling in her lips while she
brought them both to a pleasure so heightened that the pressure
inside her throbbed in perfect rhythm with his cock in her mouth.
Magda tasted his saltiness and wanted more. She wanted him coming
inside her, though, and not in her mouth. His taste invigorated her
and she shivered with the a full sense of excitement knowing he
would fuck her soon.

Opening as wide as she was able, Magda took
him deeper in her mouth. Right before gagging, she swirled her
tongue around him. When Ayden pulled her hair, the sharp sting
stretching across her scalp sent a rush of energy and power through
her. She glanced up in time to watch his eyes roll back in his
head. He let out a low rumble and held on to her tight. Her
powerful male predator was hers to play with.

Her lips glided up his shaft and she kissed
and sucked his swollen head. More drops of pre-cum touched her
tongue. She lapped at him, fighting the more carnal side of her
from surfacing in order to enjoy this moment. Magda sucked him in
deep once again. She traced light patterns across his balls with
her fingertips. Every inch of him tightened. She loved how his
muscles constricted from her actions. When he raised his head and
looked at her, tormented pleasure as strong in his expression as it
was in his scent, that same pleasure created a new spout of
pressure deep between her legs.

“I need you now,” she moaned, lifting her
head and licking her swollen lips.

Ayden rose to a sitting position, cupping her
breasts and kissing her neck. “My little bitch is very good at
that,” he whispered, his tone husky and his facial features rugged
as he stared at her with beautiful blue eyes.

“I’m glad you like.”

“I like very much.” Ayden displayed some of
that speed he professed to having when he grabbed Magda under her
arms, lifted her off of him and flopped her on to her back.

She spread her legs, desperately ready for
him, and tried adjusting him over her.

“It’s my turn,” he informed her, refusing to
be positioned and instead grabbing her bra strap and slipping it
from her shoulder.

He pulled her bra off her breasts. Instantly
the swelling inside her swarmed to her nipples. They ached,
puckered and almost drove her mad in their desire for
attention.

“Then take it,” she rumbled, her voice raw
with the need she smelled with every breath. Every inch of her now
throbbed with anticipation.

His breath hit her skin before his mouth. If
this was how he planned on returning the torture, she was ready for
it. Magda arched off the floor. She grabbed Ayden’s head, pressing
his short hair to his scalp while she directed his mouth to her
nipple. He didn’t suck but scraped her incredibly sensitive flesh
with his teeth.

“Damn it,” she hissed, feeling her teeth grow
against her gums as more surging desire ran rampant through her
system.

She drew up her legs, trying to straddle him
while lying on her back. Magda used everything in her power to pull
Ayden closer to her. If he didn’t offer the relief that she knew he
was able to provide she would scream. She was drawn tight. It was
as if a treacherous storm brewed inside her. Magda had to have that
explosion, that eruption when thunder attacked and lightning
struck. If Ayden didn’t unleash that pressure she would wail as a
hurricane might instead of being able to release like a steady hard
rain.

As if to appease her mental analogy, a harsh
wind blew outside, shaking the old den’s walls just as Ayden
latched on to her nipple.

Magda swore her toes curled into her feet.
Her nails extended, and her incisors pressed into the inside of her
lips. The slight taste of blood crept on to her tongue. Her mind
was too flushed and ready to unleash her uncontrollable need. She
dug into Ayden’s shoulders and scraped her fingernails down his
back. The metallic smell of blood rose to mix through raw and needy
aromas already swimming around them.

Ayden roared, and sucked her deep into his
mouth. Then just as the lust, bound tight inside her, saw freedom,
he moved to her other nipple.

“Oh God!” she wailed, doing her best to make
him suck her deep and hard.

She needed him to latch on. Magda would lose
herself to the insanity from need she couldn’t conquer if he didn’t
relieve her soon.

“Please,” she begged, too tormented to care
that he held the power and she his willing prey.

He lashed out with his tongue, fueling her
fire further. “What does my sweet bitch want?” he grumbled against
her damp flesh.

“Come,” she whimpered, blinking but seeing
her world through a haze too thick to clear. “Make me come.”

“Yes.” It was all he said before giving her
what her body needed.

He sucked her in hard and her world exploded.
The thick aroma of her orgasm was as intense as the unleashing of
the unbearable pressure inside her. Magda came hard. Her panties
were soaked with cream. They kept the moisture trapped against the
smooth flesh between her legs.

As she rode through the first powerful wave,
Ayden moved, leaving her on her own to bring her orgasm to
completion. He moved down her body, taking her legs and wrapping
his long, calloused fingers around her ankles then pinning them
together. He’d lifted her ass off the blankets and pulled her
panties to her knees before she was able to acknowledge his
actions. Then she took her time, raising her head and brushing
strands of hair from her face before focusing on him.

When she did, Magda moved frantically to
assist. Instinct kicked in. No matter that this was the male she
planned on running alongside for the rest of her life. At every
level she trusted him. That didn’t mean he would bind her legs
together, even with his hand, without smelling her strong
protests.

“Relax,” Ayden grumbled. “Fucking tail,
you’re so incredibly beautiful.”

“I’ll take my underwear off.”

Ayden’s eyes glowed with streaks of silver.
The fire accentuated the bulges and sharp curves of muscles
throughout his body. Instead of releasing her ankles, his grip
tightened when he raised her ass higher off the blankets.

“Ayden!” she wailed.

With a quick movement, his free hand grabbed
her panties and ripped them free of her legs. The small amount of
white material went flying as he released her ankles and she
collapsed back on to the blankets.

“Werewolf!” she snarled, rolling to her side
and coming up to sit facing him.

Her heart pounded in her chest and the
mixture of anger and sexual excitement swarmed between them. It was
a spicy sweet smell and inhaling it in only made her breath come
harder. Magda fought not to pant. If she didn’t take the lead fast,
her male would overpower her and command her into submission
through brute strength.

Moving to her knees, she pressed against his
chest. Shoving with all her strength, she pushed Ayden on to his
back. The pompous male only laughed and grabbed her arms.

“Does my hot little bitch wish to take
control?” he asked.

“This will never be a mating where I ask
permission to tell you what to do,” she hissed, and shifted her
grip so she had the top of his arms.

Try as she would, though, Magda didn’t
possess the strength to make him lower them.

“I agree.” Ayden let go of one of her arms.
It was as if he wasn’t aware of her trying to control his
movements. He grabbed her bra, making a fist between her breasts,
and ripped it from her body just as he had her underwear.

“Fucking tail,” she gasped, and damn near
rolled off of him when the fabric tore and sent her off
balance.

Ayden rose, holding Magda and found her
mouth. His kiss was hot, sensual, and demanding. His scent filled
with the smell of his love for her. She’d never breathed anything
so clean and enticing in her entire life. It drew her into him more
than his actions. She collapsed against him and returned the
passionate kiss.

Their tongues swirled around each others.
Magda wrapped her arms around his neck. Then straddling him, she
pressed her soaked pussy against the tip of his swollen cock.

Ayden growled into her mouth. She rubbed her
damp nipples against his chest, loving the feel of his body. Tight
curls spread over powerful muscle and tortured her until her need
to come again was stronger than it had been before her first
orgasm.

This time Ayden didn’t try forcing her into
whatever position suited him. His hands traveled up her back,
pressing her against him further until her swollen breasts were
smashed against him. Her pussy throbbed. The swelling inside her
escalated.

The deep, primal moaning that came from
inside his throat while he continued impaling her mouth let her
know the torture session was mutual. There was infinite
satisfaction in knowing her body turned him on as much as his did
hers. Magda grabbed both sides of his head, digging her slightly
extended nails into his scalp, and tilted her head so she had the
best advantage in deepening the kiss.

When she moved her hips, swaying them back
and forth over the tip of his dick, fresh juices released from
inside her. She soaked both of them while a ripe, pleasurable aroma
rose between them. Ayden tightened his hold on her, pressing his
long fingers above the curve of her ass. Just when she moved so the
velvety, round tip of his cock caressed her pussy lips, Ayden
shoved her down on him.

“Oh shit!” Magda bit back a howl.

“I love how you smell,” he rumbled. “Almost
as good as you feel,” he added, his voice growing tighter.

Pressure only grew when his cock began
filling her. “Ayden!” she cried out.

“It might be morning before I find time to
hunt for your kill.” And with that he thrust his hips forward.

This time she did howl.

Her hair fell forward, and long, thin strands
came close to blocking her vision. She stared into Ayden’s eyes as
his dick stretched her open and filled her until the pressure felt
like it was at her throat. His lips were wet, parted, and gleaming
white teeth almost glowed from the flames of the fire.

“God damn, Magda, my beautiful black bitch,
you are hot, tight and so fucking perfect.” His hands moved to her
hips and he raised her so his thick cock began gliding out of
her.

“Ayden,” she complained.

He thrust deep inside her again.

Magda lowered her head, resting her forehead
against his, and pressed her palms on his shoulder. She wasn’t
surrendering to him, she decided. Magda wasn’t going to deny her
pleasure, or curb Ayden’s, by entering into a power play with her
mate. She moved, using her thigh muscles, rising and falling, while
relaxing into him.

Their scent was one. The pure, carnal smell
of lust and love grew stronger until she was sure the entire cabin
smelled of nothing else. The fire crackled behind them. The heat
grew, creating a damp sheen of sweat that covered her entire body,
and Ayden’s. It made it easier to glide against him. Their bodies
flowed with their lovemaking. They caressed each other. The
pleasure grew. So did Magda’s happiness. She rode her mate, moving
faster, enjoying the friction and pressure and heat.

“Come, sweet bitch.” Ayden’s breath was so
hot it seared her wet flesh.

Her hair stuck to her back, her shoulders and
her breasts. She was breathing hard when she lifted her head and
let it fall back. Immediately, Ayden’s lips found the most
sensitive spot on her neck. He kissed her, then nipped with his
teeth, scraping her senses into a blind frenzy.

Magda fucked Ayden with everything she had.
His cock was so big. It was thick and filled her completely with
each plunge. The dam holding her orgasm in place broke freely this
time. Wave after wave of pleasure drained through her. She soaked
his cock, drenched her flesh, and drank in the aroma like a drug
she couldn’t get enough of.

“That’s my female. You are amazing.” He was
holding her, his arms wrapped around tight.

Magda didn’t mind this time when he lay her
on the blankets, managing to keep his dick buried inside her pussy.
The flames from the fire were nothing compared to the heat erupting
inside her. When they moved, his cock twitched, stroked the
sensitive, soaked flesh inside her. She grabbed on to Ayden,
holding on when he stretched over her.

“Fuck me, werewolf,” she whispered.

Her voice was scratchy but she didn’t
remember howling so much that it seemed strained. When Ayden raised
his torso off her, straightening his arms so that they twitched and
muscles flexed and bulged, she managed to focus on his face.

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.