With Her Capture by Lorie O'Clare

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