With Her Capture (34 page)

This was her male. No matter the trials or
difficulties they might face in life, Ayden belonged to her. And
she to him. They would suffer together, howl in pleasure together,
and bask in the wonders of life while side by side. She would love
him in his flesh and in his fur. Magda never imagined her life, one
that only recently she thought was almost over, would turn out to
be so incredibly perfect.

“Magdaline.” Ayden’s voice was rough.

She blinked, pulling herself out of that
blissful place and smelling a fresh wave of come. Magda wouldn’t
have lost herself through another orgasm. But cream flowed from her
and she was suddenly aware of how wet she was as she focused on
Ayden’s face.

“Is it okay if we do this all night?” she
whispered, and noticed that so much hard panting had made her voice
raw like the rest of her.

Ayden chuckled. The deep, caressing baritone
stroked her senses.

“Wait. No,” she complained and groped at air
when Ayden pulled out and leaned back. “Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on stopping.” He wasn’t looking
at her but stared down between her legs.

His fingers brushed against her thighs. He
didn’t try moving her where she wanted. But the slightest touch had
her spreading her legs, opening up for him in order to have any
attention he would give her.

“Then why are you?” She thrust her hips up,
raising her pussy toward him.

Ayden ran his fingers over her entrance. “You
are soaked, my sweet bitch.”

“And I want to be soaked more.”

Again that chuckle. It would destroy her
ability to hold a rational conversation. So would what he was doing
to her. Ayden ran his fingers over her boiling hot entrance and
down past the smooth flesh between her pussy and her ass. He
continued the movement until his fingers lingered at her tight,
puckered asshole. Then rimming the incredibly sensitive flesh there
he sent nerve endings sparking. Magda swore a type of pleasure she
hadn’t known existed ransacked her body.

Ayden looked up at her, his expression so
focused and grave that it was impossible to look away. And still
his fingers soaked her tight ass with come from her pussy.

“You’re going to come harder than you ever
have, little bitch.” Ayden brought more come from her pussy until
her ass was as wet as the rest of her. Without warning, he thrust
one finger into her ass.

“Oh God!” Magda opened her eyes wide,
suspecting he might enter her there but still not ready when he
did. “What are you thinking, Cariboo?” she growled.

If he thought he would fuck her ass, her male
would learn right now it would never happen without him asking, and
honoring her if she told him no.

“I want you here, Magda.” There was so much
intensity in his words that a new scent wrapped around both of
them. The air had never smelled so humble and honest.

Although persistent, her male wouldn’t force
her to do anything that she didn’t want. The sincerity of his
words, how softly they were spoken, was enough to bring that desire
inside her to the boiling point.

“Then take me there.” Her heart suddenly
swelled and her gut twisted. She sucked in a breath, ignoring the
nervous anticipation. “I want you in every way possible.”

“I definitely want your ass.” He dragged more
come from her pussy and with his soaked finger again entered her
tight hole. “But I also want you to love how it feels.”

Ayden continued soaking his finger with her
pussy’s juices. With each stroke fire burned even hotter inside
her. Then he took that finger, covered in her come, and tortured
the many nerve endings around her ass. He pressed inside her and
her tight hole clenched around him. Ayden repeated the process,
until the burning turned into a pleasure too erotic for words.

“Relax Magda.” Ayden’s words caressed her
senses. “I have to smell your desire more than your
apprehension.”

“I want it.” Magda realized her eyes were
closed and blinked.

Ayden’s expression was so intense, almost
fierce. She dropped her gaze to his cock. It was hard and stiff,
hanging low and erect between his legs. She knew how soft and
velvety the skin was that covered that engorged shaft. Magda damn
near drooled staring at his cock. It was longer and thicker than
she’d ever seen it before. Which explained the look on his face.
Ayden was enduring the pain of his erection while taking time to
prepare her for anal sex.

“I’m ready,” she murmured.

“Every time I look at your ass I have wanted
you there.” Ayden’s fierceness shifted into a relaxed look.

“Oh really, wolfman?” She wanted to say
something coy, to smell amused at his confession.

When he moved over her, and she spread her
legs, preparing for him, her insides grew so tight she couldn’t
howl a thing. But then Ayden slipped his cock back inside her
pussy. He let out a hissing sound and raised his head, his eyes
closed and his hard, masculine features rugged and breath
taking.

She was so wet. He slid in and out of her
easily. Pressure and friction created a heat that was
all-consuming. Magda would boil alive. Ayden fucked her hard, fast
and with a fierce aggression that she loved. Her hands slid along
the top of his shoulders. She stretched her legs, allowing him full
penetration and smelled the cream that soaked his cock with each
incredible plunge.

As fast and hard as he’d just made love to
her, Ayden stopped and pulled out with the same precision. His cock
moved lower and pressed against her rear end. When he lowered his
head to look at her, the tip of his dick, moist and hot, rubbed
across her flesh until it pressed against her tight, puckered
entrance. Instinctively, her body clenched, preparing for an
unknown type of invasion.

“Take my dick in your hand,” he told her.

Magda stared at him only a moment before
focusing between their bodies. It was an amazing view, both of them
panting, their skin glowing from the flames in the fireplace. She
reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

Ayden sucked in a hard, ragged breath. She
shot her attention to his face.

“I think it’s my mate’s turn to come,” she
whispered, and tortured him by rubbing her fingers up and down his
hot, soaked dick.

“I plan on it.” His lips barely moved when he
spoke. His jaw was set and his scent so ripe and strong it was
almost visible. “Put me inside you.”

Magda positioned his cock so that it pressed
against her ass. The skin surrounding her entrance was taut, and
every nerve ending there seemed electrified. It caused a burning
sensation that wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but damn near distracted
her from the pleasure she ached to feel. Already a pressure built.
It was no longer apprehension. She smelled as well as knew what it
was. Excitement and an eagerness to share with the male she loved
the most intimate type of love making caused the burning around her
ass to spread heat over every inch of her body.

Ayden didn’t move. He held himself
motionless, braced above her. Magda moved his cock, circling it
around her entrance. He didn’t push but remained completely still.
She took in his body, how rigid and pronounced every muscle inside
him was. His beautifully sculptured chest. His flat, hard stomach.
The roped muscle that stretched to his loins. Every inch of him was
perfect.

“Magdaline,” Ayden growled. “This isn’t the
time to tease or torture your mate.”

She might have smiled but her actions were
making her nuts, too. She positioned him where he needed to be and
glanced up at his face. Her fingers loosened around his shaft.

Ayden looked down at her and their gazes
locked. Then he thrust and slid inside her, the moisture from her
come creating the perfect lubricant to ease his way.

“Oh crap. God!” she howled, instantly arching
her back.

Her breasts were once again swollen. The tips
of her nipples brushed against his chest. Every nerve in her body
was suddenly electrified. She was acutely aware of the slightest
touch to her body. Ayden slid into her ass, stretching and filling
the narrow, tight cavity. The moment she thought he would split her
in two, he began to recede.

It created an odd type of pressure. First
heat, then her incredible awareness of his cock moving, brought her
to the edge. But it was a different place than she’d been to
before. This time, although knowing she was close to coming again,
her orgasm built from a different foundation. Magda cried out
again, howling loudly when Ayden began fucking her ass.

He lowered himself on to her, one hand moving
and grabbing her jaw. Ayden delve deep into her mouth, filling her
with his tongue when his cock filled her ass. Nothing she’d
imagined compared to this. The heat that took over her body reached
a temperature she hadn’t thought possible. Magda wasn’t going to
burn alive. She was going to explode, be incinerated from a heat so
powerful, so incredibly intense that there was no doubt it would
change who she was forever.

His cock was so swollen. She felt the weight
of it when it sank deep into her hole. The smooth, tight skin
inside her stretched. The burning grew.

Magda yanked her mouth away from his, turning
her head to the side as she screamed.

“Ayden!”

Fire ripped her in two. Her body accepted the
thickness of his cock, in spite of its efforts to burn them alive
instead. The flames that tormented her deep to her soul raged out
of her. Pressure broke when a dam, unable to hold the currents of
lust and passion any longer, exploded into millions of pieces.

“Fucking tail! Oh shit!” She thrashed
underneath him.

Ayden held her in place, managing to stay
inside her when an orgasm so incredible it blinded her and robbed
her of every sense she’d ever relied on, broke her in two. For a
time she floated. Or maybe that wasn’t how to describe it. She
spun, unable to hold on to Ayden, or the world around her. Wave
after wave continued thrashing through her. Moisture exploded from
her pussy and she clenched down, barely able to do that.

“Jesus Christ, Magda!” Ayden’s voice sounded
so far away.

It was rough, a gravelly rumble that reached
her ears over one of the many waves that continued ransacking her
system.

“My amazing black beauty.”

Magda wasn’t sure if Ayden were actually
speaking. Maybe she’d come so hard that her world now existed on a
different plane. Moments might have been hours. It took a fair bit
of that time for her to blink, remember to breathe, and once again
feel his rugged body over hers.

“My turn.” This time she saw his mouth when
he spoke.

Ayden began moving. If she thought the
pressure was gone from her orgasm, Magda was mistaken. With each
deep thrust into her ass, he built her back up as if inflating her.
She watched with loving amazement while his gorgeous body rippled.
There were waves building inside him, too. Magda swore she saw them
grow in intensity just as they did inside her.

There was no warning sign. Magda just knew
when to look up. She shot her attention to his face, grabbing his
upper arms and holding on so she wouldn’t float away again and miss
the moment. Ayden was watching her. As she wanted to witness her
mate’s pleasure, so had he with her.

Ayden’s mouth opened. He tried speaking but
no words came out. He stared down at her and she thought she saw
helplessness. Not in a bad way, but in a matter of surrendering. He
didn’t look away but instead began to howl. Then his body pumped.
Release after release filled her. Magda embraced the sensations,
thrilled that her nerve endings were so electrified that it
intensified the moment. His hot come soaked her asshole. It was
torture and pleasure all at the same time. She felt every moment of
his orgasm right along with him.

Waiting until his breathing returned to a
steady pant, Magda lowered her rear end to the floor. She wasn’t
sure when during their love making that she’d lifted herself into
the air. But slowly, she made the muscles in her body relax. When
she did, Ayden’s dick eased out of her. He took a lot of the heat
with him. Magda was left with the soothing cream he’d filled her
with that now coated and soothed her.

“I love you,” she whispered, which was all
she was able to do. Her vocal chords would take a bit to mend after
all the howling she’d done.

Ayden collapsed next to her on the blankets.
“I love you, too,” he said between heavy breaths.

“I need to figure out how to bathe my mate,”
she said, deciding to embrace the ritual he’d started when he’d
insisted on cleaning her in the past. “There’s no hot water
tonight, nor are there pots the size of the one you brought me in
the cave.”

“I’m already thinking it through.” He turned
his head and smiled at her.

Ayden rolled to his side, slipping his arm
underneath her neck and pulling her up against him. She was limp.
Not one muscle inside her had any desire to comply and allow her to
move of her own accord. Magda didn’t mind. She snuggled into the
heat of his body and let her head fall back so she was able to
smile up at him.

“Maybe we should stop up the tub and fill it
with snow so it can start melting now.”

A grin toyed at his mouth. “And why is
that?”

“So that we have lots of water and won’t have
to work to get it after we make love again.”

Ayden blessed her with a very satisfied, and
most definitely wicked grin. “Thinking of wearing out your
mate?”

“Only if fucking me all night long exhausts
you.” Magda wasn’t at all sure she’d make it until dawn if they had
more sex like they’d just had.

Ayden wrapped his arms around her and held on
tight. She was barely able to breathe. It didn’t matter. She had
never been happier and there wasn’t anywhere she’d rather be.

“I like this scent on you much better.”