With Her Capture (11 page)

She turned around as
soon as her two feet held her. It was important she howl the way of
it before her emotions tore her apart.

Chapter Eight

“
Thank you,” she choked
out. Her vocal chords were barely human and the words came out
stiff and throaty.

“
I’ll build up your
fire.” Ayden moved in behind her. He rested his hands on her bare,
damp shoulders and swore the energy still sizzling inside her shot
straight through him to his cock.

Magda stepped away from
him and bent over to pick up her clothes. “I can do
it.”

“
I’ll do it,” he
growled.

It took a fair bit of
strength to turn from her and stalk across the cold cave floor to
the pile of large and small branches blocking the entrance. How did
any mated male manage to prepare bathing water for his female when
she stood naked next to him? Her bare human ass sticking up in the
air as she bent over to grab clothes looked too good to ignore. It
damn near prevented him from seeing which pieces of wood to pull
from the pile for a fire.

As incredibly sensual
as Magda was in her fur, with her tantalizing black silky coat
flowing around her as she ran, she was equally hot in her flesh.
Cariboo females had creamy white skin. Not Magda. Her melting,
chocolate-colored flesh and her long, dark hair were only the
beginning of what made her so fucking sexy.

She had a round,
perfectly shaped, firm ass. And those legs. They were trim, yet
muscular. Werewolves were almost always in incredible shape. It
came from good hard runs every night. Hunting in their fur and
staying alert in their human form enabled his kind to almost always
be slender and fit. That didn’t prevent him from stopping dead in
his tracks and drooling while dropping logs on the embers in the
fire pit. Magda pulled baggy sweats up her thighs. Ayden caught a
glimpse of that shaved pussy before she hid it with
sweatpants.

Shifting his attention
to her nicely rounded breasts and those dark rose colored areolas,
he accepted that her soft curves and firm body drew him to her. She
had a come-fuck-me body. But she was far from an easy
female.

Magda preferred howling
how things would be. She liked being in control. It was that
natural dominance in her that made him want to growl for her
submission. As well, her predatory nature appealed to him. Ayden
never would have guessed a female with so many dominating traits
would smell like heaven every time he was near her.

The logs fell on the
smoldering ashes and began making crackling sounds.

“
Can you make the fire
grow?” he asked, and watched as she pulled the sweatshirt over her
head and her breasts disappeared underneath it.

Magda looked at him
with her dark eyes and brushed her tangled hair away from her face.
She didn’t say anything but a thick smell suddenly surrounded him.
He shifted, suddenly alert, and stared at her.

“
Did I offend you?” He
smelled her sadness and instantly started around the fire pit
toward her.

Flames danced to life
around the logs. Ayden took a step back, turning his attention to
the fire that sprang to life at her silent, unnoticeable
bidding.

“
Son of a bitch,” he
mumbled. “That’s just amazing.”

Light danced up the
cave walls and cast Magda’s face in shadows. Her emotions changed
with his next breath. He wanted to understand. It was important she
knew he didn’t judge her for being different from him. Ayden didn’t
smell an ounce of bad anywhere on her beautiful
body.

“
No, I’m not offended.”
Once fully dressed, she sat on the rock that was on her side of the
fire. Her tone was unreadable.

Something bothered
Magda and he planned on knowing her thoughts. “Stay right there,”
he ordered.

He hurried into his
jeans and boots, not wanting to dress but needing to if he were to
gather snow for her bath.

“
I’ll be right back.
Don’t go anywhere.” Ayden wagged his finger at her, then grinned
even though he wasn’t able to tell if she smiled back at
him.

Not bothering with his
shirt, Ayden endured the elements as he scooped snow. The harsh
cold helped clear his head. It also helped his dick release blood
so it returned to the parts of his body that needed it so he’d
think straight.

Not that he thought his
direction of thinking was going the wrong way. He was certain of
his actions and why he would complete them. But the cold did soothe
the growing feverish need inside him. Magda would probably
appreciate her bath more if he weren’t pawing her all the way
through it.

She was unlike any
female he’d ever known. It wasn’t her endangered life, her wary
outlook or her continual fear that turned him on. Ayden knew he was
a natural leader, that it was part of his nature to care for
everyone and everything around him. The fact that Magda needed him,
that her life was in jeopardy, that she was in dire need of a
protector, definitely howled to him. But he saw now it was none of
those things that made him want to know her better. It was her
passion for life, to take on whatever might endanger her and run
her way around it that grabbed at something deep inside his
groin.

“
What are you doing?”
She leapt to her feet when he pushed his way around her makeshift
door with the pot loaded with snow.

“
Giving you a bath,” he
grunted and took his time to make sure the pot sat evenly over the
fire.

“
Ayden, there
is—“

He broke her off when
he raised his hand to silence her. “I’m sure there are parts of my
personality you’ve already sniffed out,” he told her, walking
around the fire so he stood in front of her. “I’ll tell you now,
I’m a traditional werewolf. After a run and good kill, I’m going to
bathe you.”

“
I know what you’re
doing.” She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and pursed her
lips into a pout.

He focused on them. His
brain conjured up an image of his dick sliding through those pouty
lips and he was instantly hard.

“
Pretty sure I was
clear about it.” He lifted a thick strand of her dark hair. It was
as silky in her flesh as it was in her fur.

“
You don’t have to do
this,” she whispered.

There it was again. He
smelled sadness. Lifting his gaze to her dark eyes, which were
almost round when she stared wide-eyed up at him, he picked up on
confusion as well. Maybe he needed to be a bit clearer about his
intentions.

He sunk his fingers
into her hair, feeling the tug from tangles and cupped the back of
her neck.

“
I want to do this,” he
growled, and captured her mouth with a searing
kiss.

Ayden yanked her up
against his body. He wanted her mouth, but at the same time needed
to taste all of her. He licked and nipped at her cheek, her neck,
then her shoulder. With snow melting over the fire, there was time
to show her exactly what he wanted to do before he bathed
her.

His breathing was hard
and raspy as he turned the two of them toward the blankets she’d
slept in the night before.

“
You might be able to
do things I’ll never be able to do,” he let her know as he
continued tasting her shoulder and forcing her to step backward.
“There are things I can do, too.”

“
Oh,” she let out with
a breath when he pressed her down on the cave
floor.

His body stretched over
hers. Already one hand pushed her sweatshirt over her breasts. The
other grabbed the elastic waist of the sweatpants and tugged them
past the round curve of her hips.

“
I want you out of
these,” he growled, his tone sounding fierce when he’d wanted to
sound chivalrous. Once ignited the fire inside him pushed him past
any normal civilities. Ayden might be in his human form, but
something more primal, even carnal, pulled from deep inside him and
demanded he push forward until this female was officially
his.

It took a moment for
his brain to register that he needed to lift off of her to undress
her. He also needed out of his clothes. Because he wanted flesh—he
needed to feel her naked body against his. He had her pinned
underneath him. Before he tore the clothes off of her he managed to
put space between them to peel them off.

“
If you do
this—“

Ayden cut her off by
pressing his lips to hers. The fierceness in which he attacked her
mouth had his mind swirling. His hand continued moving between
them, struggling to unzip his jeans, moving his feet to try and
remove the boots.

“
Ayden,” she
moaned.

Her hands were with his
now. She pulled the sweatshirt over her head then left it there,
creating a makeshift pillow with it. Her dark hair fanned away from
her head in thick strands that were a wild frenzy of black silk
stretching out in thick, long waves.

His brain was in a
frenzy, just like the untamed tangles of hair streaming away from
her face. Magda no longer smelled of sadness or confusion. It was
all the incentive he needed to continue on his
path.

Ayden pushed back to
his knees and grabbed her sweat pants. The force in which he ripped
them down her legs and off her body lifted her off the ground. Her
rear end plopped back on to the blankets underneath him and her
eyes widened.

“
Don’t move,” he
instructed and stood to kick out of his boots and remove his
jeans.

All the while he stared
down at her beautiful body. Her legs were bent and slightly open.
Magda kept them that way as her gaze traveled down his body. Her
tummy rose and fell. Ayden imagined he heard those small breaths of
air flowing past her puckered, moist lips. It was impossible to
hear with his human ears. Nonetheless, he kept his attention on her
mouth and knew each breath would be soft and equally as torturous
as a feather brushing over his skin.

Thick black lashes hid
part of her eyes from him. He knew where she looked though. He was
acutely aware of each part of his body when she focused on it. His
flesh sizzled under her scrutinizing attention. Each scar, every
healed, puckered bit of flesh from an old tooth wound, grew hot
when she studied it.

Ayden knew her
thoughts. Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of good wine when
part of him held its appeal. Her lips moved, but she didn’t speak,
when she looked at the mended flesh from battles throughout his
life.

She wanted to know.
Magda took his body in sexually, but also because she wanted to
know his past. This shed more light on what she thought then her
scent. Who he was, how each battle had gone where he’d been
scarred, mattered to her. He knew he smelled very pleased but
couldn’t stop the emotion. His
beaute noire
cared about him, too. His heart thudded with
primal possessiveness. The moment her attention dropped to his
dick, blood rushed through him to engorge it.

Magda’s eyes widened.
She let out a soft moan and her scent was suddenly richer. He grew
even harder when her mouth opened and her small tongue darted out
to moisten her lips. She stared at him, but only for a moment
before darting her attention back to his face when he lowered
himself over her again.

“
You’re so beautiful.”
He straightened his arms, keeping part of his weight off her. The
action pressed his cock deep into her satiny smooth flesh just next
to her hip bone.

“
I’m
different.”

“
Perfect,” he insisted
and gripped her hip, rolling her flesh against his swollen dick
while lifting her slightly off the cave floor.

Her laughter
intensified her intoxicating aroma. “I’m definitely not
perfect.

Ayden scraped her lower
lip between his teeth. “I think you might be perfect for me,” he
whispered.

“
Ayden,” she said on a
breath, and in turn bit his lip. “Maybe I’m not the perfect female
for you,” she whispered into his mouth.

“
Maybe?” He pulled back
and loved how flushed her face was.

She swallowed. Her
scent was making him mad. Ayden didn’t remember the last time his
dick had been this swollen with need for a female. Magda pulled
something deep inside him to life that he hadn’t ever known was
dormant until now.

When her lashes
fluttered he was captivated by the act. She looked up at him. He
stared deep into her black eyes. The longest moment of his life
passed before his heart took its next beat. Magda wouldn’t stop him
now. He wouldn’t allow it. Already he knew she wanted him. Her
smell and body language didn’t lie.