With Her Capture by Lorie O'Clare

That
lurch of emotions inside him moved lower into something more
tangible in his groin. Ayden wasn’t sure how long he would be able
to keep his dick from becoming hard as a rock.
    Magda accepted the fruit he’d carried with
him in the bag, as well as several breakfast bars. Her hair dried
as they sat by the fire. There were actually several shades in her
thick, long mane, highlighted from the flames dancing around the
crackling wood. He noticed rich shades of auburn, brown and black
strands that fell past her shoulders and down her waist. Her hair
had a slight wave to it, and was incredibly beautiful. With it
almost dry, he ached to run his fingers through it again. But this
time when he pulled, he wanted his focus to be only on devouring
those full, luscious lips of hers.
    When she relaxed on the stone chair she’d
brought in and placed close to the fire, Ayden took his spot
alongside her, sitting on the cold ground. He relied on the
chilled, cave floor to extinguish the fire growing inside him.
Soon, once he was sure Magda was once again in her prime, Ayden
would fuck her. The way she looked now, it would be soon.
    “We should hunt so you have more food to keep
you well fed until I come again.”
    “Maybe in a bit,” she said with a wave of
indifference as she reached for her hair and began twisting it into
a knot at the back of her head.
    “Don’t,” he said. Ayden put his hand on her
leg without thought.
    Magda stilled. “Don’t what? Put my hair up?
Sorry, Cariboo, I don’t have the luxury of wearing it down.”
    “You do around me.”
    Magda still didn’t move. She didn’t lower her
hands and focused on his fingers wrapped around her knee. Her scent
was rich, intoxicating, stronger than it had been before. Then,
with her fingers crawling down her scalp, she released the hair
that she’d just twisted behind her head. It fell, uncoiling, in
thick waves past her shoulders and over her breasts.
    “That is what this is all about,” she
whispered.
    Something noticeably changed in her scent.
Magdaline leaned toward him. She moved to all fours and crawled
over Ayden. He fell to his back and breathed in her scent as her
hair tickled his face.
    “If you want to fuck then let’s do it now,”
she breathed, and lowered her mouth to his.
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    Magda didn’t want to
feel. All she needed to do was act. When she stared into Ayden’s
blue eyes, which darkened the instant she crawled over him,
something shifted inside her that was hard to
identify.
    He was a male. He was
bringing her gifts because he wanted to fuck her. It stung. He was
so incredibly sexy. This was the kind of male that a female dreamed
of catching. But if he just wanted sex, it would make him less
scrupulous than he smelled. And Ayden wasn’t easy to sniff out.
Maybe it was for the best. The last thing she needed was to lose
her heart to this male. She needed her head clear so she smelled
the truth in all matters. One wrong move and she’d be
dead.
    There were other
reasons she didn’t need involvement with a male. There was no
ignoring them. No male ever wanted to run with her. She certainly
would never be the female they would bring to their den and
introduce to their litter. For Magda, in her twenty-five years, all
males who sniffed her out did so out of sheer, limited time only,
fascination. Her breed had been sentenced to death. No male cared
to smell that truth for too long.
    No one would ever
accuse her of smelling of self-pity. It wasn’t as if she’d ever
been different than how she was now. Magda might have a beautiful
black coat, but she also had a gift that no one else had. The way
she saw it, she was blessed, which made up for being different. If
that meant she would run alone her entire life—so be
it.
    Of course, if she ever
made it to the Malta werewolf pack in Colorado, there might be a
male waiting for her there. It was hard to believe he’d be anywhere
as perfect as Ayden, though.
    There was no