With Her Capture (9 page)

He continued growling,
every inch of him trembling. It was the predator in him, as well as
the protector’s need to attack and protect. Yet there was no enemy.
Then slowly his scent changed. Yet he didn’t move off of
her.

This wasn’t what she
expected. She’d just given Ayden a full-blown example of her gift,
of the ability existing inside her due to the Malta werewolf blood
in her system. And he smelled of lust?

She took another
breath, this one not as deep. There was no doubt. Ayden’s aroma was
strong, powerful, and so rich, almost sweet. Definitely not spicy.
He wasn’t pissed. She didn’t smell anything sour. He wasn’t
disappointed. Magda picked up on one scent, and only one. Ayden
wanted her, now.

Did being a Malta
werewolf turn him on? That made absolutely no sense at
all.

Magda tried moving
underneath him. She twisted, then growled when he didn’t
move.
Get off me! Why aren’t you angry?

Ayden moved his head
next to hers. She turned and stared into his eyes that glowed with
a vibrancy and energy suddenly radiating off him. He opened his
mouth, showing off bright white, long sharp teeth.

Are you grinning at me? Fucking tail!
You’re making fun of me,
she snarled,
curling her lip at him.

He moved on top of her.
Magda stilled. His dick was hard—very hard.

She wasn’t sure what
possessed her. Ayden was twice her size. He was physically
stronger, and faster than she was. An urgency she wasn’t able to
label seized her and she pushed with all she had then darted
forward and out from underneath him.

Magda didn’t make it
far. Ayden pounced. He was behind her so she didn’t see the action.
She swore he must have left the ground and flew through the air
because he landed on top of her a moment later. Partially
surprised, but more than a little bit turned on, Magda once again
found herself underneath him.

She was on her side
with too much muscle and male smothering her. Magda stared up at
Ayden. She knew the look of a male when he wanted to fuck. Ayden
definitely had that look on his face. But there was something
else.

It scared her. She
growled at him. He’d said he wanted to lay his kill at her paws.
There was no way he wanted a long term relationship with her,
though. Ayden smelled smart enough to understand how much that
wouldn’t work for the two of them. He’d be committing himself to a
life on the run.

Damn him. When she
growled he started panting. There was no denying the cocky grin
when he stared down at her.

She did want him. But
she wanted her heart in one piece when she had to run again. It was
no secret that life wasn’t fair. Magda accepted how things were for
her. Would spending time with this male be worth it? Once he
started thinking with the head on his shoulders again, he’d smell
the truth of how a life with her would be.

Already she knew the
answer to her question. Maybe she wasn’t thinking with the head on
her shoulders either. Because there was no way she’d be able to
turn him away.

Ayden ran his tongue
over her fur. Physical sensations conquered her worries. On one
side of her, the frozen ground seeped deep into her coat and
chilled her. On the other side, his large, thick body emitted
warmth she swore was hot enough to melt the snow around them. But
when he licked her again, the intense heat from his mouth scorched
her hide, her mind and frazzled her senses.

He continued stroking
her body with his tongue, then started nipping at her neck. She
looked up in time to see his eyes grow heavy. They half-closed and
if she let herself believe, he appeared intoxicated by her
taste.

And what she wouldn’t
do to believe. If a male like this, so incredibly strong, so
wonderfully powerful, were to fall for her, everything in her world
would change. She’d survived so far by keeping her head on straight
and her senses strong. How would she fight falling for him as well
just so she could keep them alive?

When he bit again, this
time applying enough pressure that the sharp tips of his teeth
scraped along her nape, Magda didn’t have it in her to fight him.
Or even more so, fight her inner turmoil over whether his pleasure
would be worth future pain. She wanted this too much. Her eyes
rolled back in her head. He was still on top of her. Which at the
moment was a damn good thing. If not, she was certain she would
belly up for him.

I won’t ever belly up for any male.
Her growl was more a low
rumble.

Ayden mistook it for
Magda enjoying what he was doing to her. It made sense that he
would. Every inch of her was drenched in the smell of her lust. In
spite of worrying over losing her heart, her desire for him still
overpowered all other emotions. He thought she was growling over
the pleasure she felt.

His tongue and teeth
created a certain kind of magic. They put her under his spell.
Magda soon lost herself in a fog of lust. She no longer lay on snow
melting under her body heat. The cold, wintery day no longer
surrounded her. It didn’t matter that a wonderful feast was on the
other side of the rushing mountain water. She’d worry later about
any repercussions of fucking him. Ayden’s large muscular body
pressed against hers. His sexual skills were beyond anything she
ever dreamed a male capable of.

It took her a moment to
notice she wasn’t pinned under his weight any longer. He inched off
her and snuggled in next to her. That tongue of his was going to
stroke her into unleashed ecstasy. This time when she released a
low rumble in her throat, she meant exactly what he thought she
meant.

His almond-shaped
silver eyes glowed against his thick white coat. Ayden’s cheekbones
were wide, his face expressive and sincere. He responded with a
rumble of his own, his mouth opened just a bit as he stared down at
her. Then he closed his eyes and continued exploring her body with
his tongue.

In spite of knowing his
exact intent, Magda still jumped when he stroked her inner thigh.
His tongue was long, rough, but with just enough sensuality to
caress her senses to a level hard to reach in her current form.
Emotions such as love, compassion, or even hatred, weren’t as
strong in her fur.

That didn’t mean every
nerve ending didn’t stand at attention and spark a craving between
her legs that needed attention. She was very capable of feeling
pleasure in her fur. And fucking tail! Did Ayden know how to
pleasure!

Magda rolled to her
back, which wasn’t bellying up. She simply made it easier for Ayden
to give her what she wanted. Magda spread her legs, and was lost in
the torturous agony Ayden created with his tongue. Her fur was
soaked between her legs, and it wasn’t just from him. Cream coated
her entrance. It soaked her fur. The smell of it mixed with their
mutual lust and hung thick in the air around them.

The sound Ayden made
when his tongue dipped inside her damn near rocked her world. No.
It was more accurate to say he almost rocked her off her world. She
was falling—hard. Sensations racked her insides and almost sent her
toppling over an edge she hadn’t known was that close. She wanted
to hang on. She wanted to know the extent of pleasure he offered.
Magda wanted it all.

His tongue swirled
around her entrance, dipping inside then lapping at the cream that
readied her for him. The weight of his head pressed her thighs
further open for his exploration. His long, thick and perfectly
rough tongue tortured her entrance. He explored, enjoyed, and
pulled all apprehension and logical thinking from her
system.

One of the reasons
werewolves in general pitied humans was because they were half of a
whole. Humans didn’t have the ability to change, shed their skin
and free themselves of all the baggage life brought on. Werewolves
changed and ran, hunted, fought and played in their fur. It freed
them of all the emotions brought on while in their flesh. It was
the main reason why werewolves always smelled crisp and carried the
scent of whatever emotion they experienced at that moment. It was
also why humans stunk from years of bottling up emotion after
emotion.

Ayden helped free her
of those emotions carried in her flesh faster than she’d ever have
been able to on her own. Magda howled, no longer able to restrain
from the pleasure Ayden offered. His tongue dipped deep inside her
and stroked her inner walls with fiery passion.

Magda raked the air
with her claws. She snapped her teeth and roared her delight. She
wanted to hold on, to find a way to stay right where she
was.

Don’t stop!
she howled.
I don’t ever want this to
end.

When she opened her
eyes, it took a moment to focus. Part of her didn’t want to leave
the blissful, yet torture ridden place he was sending
her.

If her body were shaped
different she would have grabbed his head. She would have put both
hands on him and insisted he stay right where he was. There was no
pleasure greater. Well there was. Her orgasm would be incredible.
It was so close she smelled it on her already. She tasted it in her
mouth. She felt it building from deep in her womb, creating a
pressure that was both pain and pleasure.

But her paws wouldn’t
grab his head. Her claws were extended, sharp and deadly and trying
to claw through the air. She lifted her head and looked at Ayden.
His large head, with glistening white fur, was a striking contrast
from her shiny black coat. Where his fur was thick, coarse and long
enough that she itched to drag her claws through it, her fur was
silky, much longer, and at the moment, incredibly soaked between
her thighs.

His eyes were at
half-mast. The glow of the silver there was set off even further
from the glimpse of his wet, red tongue between a powerful row of
teeth. Not once did he nip her. He was being gentle. It was almost
cruel. She wanted aggressive, rough, maybe even a power play, yet
loved what he was doing right now and never wanted him to
stop.

He sensed her looking
at him and she knew the moment his eyes focused. They opened wide
and he met her gaze. Before she was ready for it he thickened his
tongue and impaled her.

Oh my fucking tail!
she wailed. It sounded more like a choked
yelp.

As quickly as he thrust
deep inside her, he pulled his tongue out and mounted
her.

Right before she was
able to come.

Hey!
she
protested.

Just because she’d held
back while he devoured her pussy didn’t mean that when the time was
right she wanted to be robbed of her orgasm. She intended to nip at
his cheek, just to let him know how truly cruel he’d just been, but
Ayden washed her face with his come-soaked tongue. She smelled
herself on him.

Our scents will be embedded on each
other.
It was a bit too late to dwell on
that fact. Especially when it was suddenly impossible to think. As
he soaked her face, he drove his cock deep inside
her.

This time Magda didn’t
yelp. She barked and howled at the same time, the sound fierce to
her ears. And she opened her eyes wide. Ayden didn’t look
apologetic. Nor did he look proud that she appreciated his size.
His expression was hard, intense, and his eyes glazed over with the
pleasure he was also experiencing.

Then he began moving,
repeatedly impaling her. He fucked her hard. His cock was
wonderfully thick, perfectly long and filled her completely She
swore her inner pussy walls stretched to take all of him, which
made her orgasm more imminent.

The pressure he’d
already created soared through her with lightning fast speed. This
time she wasn’t able to hold back to lengthen the ecstasy. There
was no controlling it, not for either of them.

Magda cried out while
her world shattered into millions of pieces. She let go while her
orgasm exploded inside her. Come rushed out of her, like a bubble
erupting right before it left her, then soaking both of them
instantly. The smell of lust filled the air around them along with
something else that smelled clean, almost relaxing. Yet relaxed was
a far cry from how she felt.

Every inch of her
trembled. Her orgasm hit her hard. It didn’t matter how long it had
been since she’d came. It wasn’t important how well her last lover
had fucked her. Nothing about her past carried any importance, not
any longer. What she’d just experienced was unlike anything she
ever had before. Whether he knew it, or not, Ayden had just changed
her world—forever.

She watched him explode
along with her. For the rest of her life she would remember what
she saw at that very moment. Ayden threw his head back. His wide
chest puffed out. His neck appeared thicker. But it was when he
opened his mouth and howled, at the same time filling her insides
with repeated hot squirts of his come that she understood. He
didn’t try pulling out, which was the only way to minimize the
length of time their scents would be embedded on each
other.