With Her Capture by Lorie O'Clare Page B

Ayden was
tall—really tall. His short blond hair looked thicker than when
he’d arrived, and his blue eyes were radiant against his sharply
chiseled face. He had broad shoulders and an incredible, perfectly
sculptured chest. She almost pressed her free hand against all that
ripped muscle but pulled back just as her fingertips brushed his
shirt.
    Ayden grabbed her wrist
and pressed her palm to his heart. He towered over her, pulling her
so close she had to tilt her head back to see his
face.
    “ When I fuck you it
won’t be because you think it’s what is supposed to happen next,”
he growled. “It will happen when neither of us can restrain from
having the other any longer.”
    Her first thought was
that would happen very soon. Magda was caught off guard by the fire
burning in those intense, dark sapphire eyes. His scent wrapped
around her, drawing her to him.
    “ You smell a bit too
sure of yourself.” She almost choked on her words when he lowered
his head and nipped at her lower lip just as she got the words out.
“Oh,” she gasped.
    Ayden’s confidence was
off the charts. Magda had known a few males when she’d run freely
on her mountain before the humans burnt them out. Most litters
surrounding their den lived there because, for whatever reason,
they preferred not to be part of a pack. With her litter, the
reasons had been obvious. She’d never bothered asking other litters
why they preferred living in isolation; mainly because none of the
males who’d sniffed after her had ever really impressed her. If
she’d run across a werewolf like Ayden it might very well have been
a different story.
    Magda breathed in the
scent of him. She leaned back, needing space. It seemed her feet
were pinned where they were. That or she didn’t want to move.
Standing this close she swore the sex appeal radiating off him
caused every inch of her to start tingling. Ayden was probably
everything she’d ever dreamed of finding in a male. However, it was
the way he’d been raised, the world he lived in, and the only one
he’d ever known that had so much to do with carving out the male
who stood before her now.
    Ayden lived in a pack.
He’d never known suppression, hatred, or the smell of disgust
simply over the blood flowing in his veins. Magda imagined he not
only ran with honor, but believed no other werewolf would challenge
his beliefs. Possibly no one ever had. Magda didn’t know a life
like that but pictured it in her head as one hell of a way to
live.
    It didn’t matter how
great that life was. It would never be her life. She managed to
start a step backward when Ayden laced his fingers through her hair
and yanked her head back further. Her neck stretched. His face was
so close to hers that it blurred. The way his scent changed,
growing stronger, richer, and smelling so damn good, Magda didn’t
care if she saw him clearly, or not. The imprint of this sexy male
holding her had fixed itself in her brain. She could look at it
anytime. Right now she allowed her other senses their
stimulation.
    “ Magdaline,” he
snarled, his voice thick with lust.
    Seldom did anyone use
her full first name. The way Ayden said it caused trickles of
desire to tease and torture her insides.
    It was all he said
before taking her mouth. If there were reasons not to do this they
got lost in the overwhelming waves of passion that exploded between
them. He didn’t just kiss her. His lips seared hers. Heat unlike
anything she’d ever known robbed her ability to
think.
    Magda felt his shirt
against her palms. She’d grabbed him, fisting his clothes in her
hands and held on as she spiraled toward a center too intense for
it to come at her this fast. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t come
before. But with a kiss!
    His mouth had more
ability, more skill, than most males possessed with their entire
bodies. He’d created an impenetrable fog in her brain. She gave up
on her sense of sight. She smelled him. And damn, a male had never
been so