With Her Capture by Lorie O'Clare Page A

denying
she wanted Ayden. Her craving for him grew every time he entered
the cave. It was more than physical beauty with him. His inner
strength. His ability to smell past what other werewolves told him
to smell. His willingness to do so much to help her, although she
wouldn’t become reliant on it, made Ayden damn near perfect. Magda
thought it only fair that she sample perfection at least once in
her life. As long as she didn’t let him break her heart, all would
be fine.
    “ This is what you want,
isn’t it Cariboo?”
    She wasn’t ready when
Ayden flipped her off of him. The cave floor was hard, and cold. He
crushed her back against it. Before she knew what had happened,
he’d taken control.
    Ayden pinned her to the
ground. His muscular arms locked, straight, pressing her shoulders
into hard stone underneath her. His legs moved between hers,
preventing her from bringing hers together, or raising them in an
effort to fight back.
    “ More than anything,”
he snarled, his expression suddenly hard and almost
terrifying.
    His scent changed, and
it wasn’t what she’d expected him to smell like.
    “ There’s no reason to
be angry.” Magda forced herself to relax when all she wanted was to
throw him off of her.
    She fought not to
sneeze from the spicy smell of outrage that suddenly filled the
cave. Magda wasn’t sure what just happened but his getting pissed
wasn’t how she’d thought he’d react.
    “ I think the normal
reaction is to be aroused,” she whispered, hoping she sounded
seductive, although she wasn’t able to keep a hint of sarcasm from
surfacing.
    No way would he sniff
out how nervous he’d just made her.
    “ Is this how it is for
you,
ma beaute noire
?”
he grumbled. Silver laced through his blue eyes like lightning. The
closeness of the change burned underneath his flesh and added to
his strength.
    Magda wouldn’t dwell on
how much stronger he was, or how he had her pinned so well she was
completely his captive. “I told you. I am not
your—“
    “ Do you believe I am
here simply to fuck you then run to the next
female?”
    His question smelled
genuine. Magda studied his broad cheekbones, the intense way he
stared at her. There was anger under the surface of his harsh
expression. But another emotion, not as easily detected, simmered
there, too. She wasn’t able to label it.
    “ I know why you’re
here,” she snapped, frustrated that he was so hard to sniff out.
“I’m not like the females in your pack. I am forbidden and that’s a
turn on to many males. You aren’t the first to come sniffing around
because you smell something you shouldn’t have and that excites
you.”
    “ As thin as you are,
the others must not have offered you much to eat.” With the same
speed and agility he’d used to slam her to the cave floor, Ayden
leapt to his feet and yanked her up with him. “So this is how it’s
been since you’ve been on the run.”
    “ What does that mean?”
Magda wasn’t able to free herself from the iron grip he had on her
arm. “I said others have come sniffing around. But I never howled
anything about raising my tail to each and every one of
them.”
    “ I don’t need to be
paid with sex for taking care of you.”
    “ What?” she gasped. Her
shock at how close to the truth he had just howled pissed her off.
Not that she looked at it that way. Hell, at the moment she wasn’t
sure how to smell the truth. “How dare you!” she
yelled.
    Magda felt her shoulder
pop when she tried tearing free of his hold on her. Instead of
letting her go, he started dragging her toward the entrance of the
cave.
    “ My beautiful black
bitch, I dare,” he ground out through clenched
teeth.
    “ Where are we
going?”
    “ Hunting.” Ayden
turned. “Unless you’d rather remained caged in this cave and
fight,” he suggested, his voice too smooth to mistake the cold,
underlying rage he barely contained.
    When he quit dragging
her and turned to face her, Magda almost walked into him.