With Her Capture by Lorie O'Clare Page B

her mouth, he pinched the puckered
flesh between his fingers.
    “ Oh God!” She slapped
her hands on either side of the cave floor and arched her back,
pushing her breast against his hand. ”More. I want more,” she
gasped.
    He pinched and swore he
saw her flesh sizzle. When he let go and ran his fingers over the
outside swell of her breast, her skin was no longer cold from the
outdoors.
    She stared up at him
with eyes laced with streaks of silver. Magda lifted her hands and
reached for either side of his head. She dug her fingers into his
short, thick hair and pulled his face to hers.
    “ Fuck me,” she uttered
under a staggered breath.
    “ Already plan on it, my
beautiful bitch.”
    “ Make me
come.”
    “ Definitely.”
    When she lifted her
head and pressed her lips to his, Ayden caught a glimpse at how
hard it might be to tame his wild, black beauty. He might need to
control. It was in his nature, who he was, bred deep through
generations of fiercely aggressive, alpha males. It was part of his
DNA make up to manage—and yes, adore—his female. At the moment
though, Magda tugged him to her. Ayden obeyed like a compliant dog
on a leash.
    It didn’t stop his
urgency though. The moment he embraced their kiss, he once again
drank in her scent, her sweet unique taste that so easily had
captured his being from the basic core, and the feral side of him
rose to take over and conquer. It wasn’t an action that required
conscious thought. In his human form he was still a werewolf—an
alpha male ready to command his queen.
    Ayden rolled off her
body, breaking their kiss and forcing her fingers to slide off his
head. He no longer cared how hard, or cold, the cave floor was. It
brought some coherency to his brain. Grabbing her as she had just
him, he sunk his fingers deep into her hair and pulled her face to
his.
    “ Come here,” he
rumbled.
    Her growl matched his
when she rolled to her side and draped a leg over his. Magda ran
her hand down his back and scraped her finger nails over his
flesh.
    Ayden’s balls
constricted. They prickled then swelled with the same fury that
matched the pressure building inside him, pushing him to the edge.
His dick was painfully swollen and this time pressed against her
inner thigh. It danced between them and she thrust her hips into
him, teasing him when her damp pussy brushed against his shaft. All
that mattered was filling her, stretching her hot moist flesh
around him when he buried his dick deep in her
pussy.
    He thrust his tongue
deep into her mouth and she took all of him. Magda dug her
fingernails into his scalp then back down to his shoulders,
scraping into his flesh. The sting when she punctured skin drained
what blood was left there completely out of his
brain.
    Magda ripped her mouth
from his with a fierce turn of her head. “Oh damn,” she whispered,
and wanted to mount Ayden right now, without further torture, and
slide down his cock until he hit that spot deep inside her aching
for release.
    It took a moment to
catch her breath, to remember how to breathe. This was Ayden’s
doings. He’d instigated this between them. Later there would be
consequences. Magda wasn’t some innocent female who didn’t
understand the direction they headed. Fucking him now would mate
the two of them—if she were to honor their traditions. An alpha
male like Ayden wouldn’t tolerate negative fallout after fucking
her. She understood his scent, knew what he planned. God knew she
desperately wanted him. Did she want him for life?
    Magda knew the answer
to that question. However, it was a two-sided sword. She also
wanted him to have a life.
    “ I won’t hold you to a
commitment.” She let the words spill out of her, hating how painful
it was to force herself to be practical when she wanted him so
bad.
    “ Magdaline.”
    She’d never heard her
name growled that way before.
    “ You have nothing to
worry about.”
    He moved his hand to
the middle of her back and pulled her against him.