With Her Capture (6 page)

Ayden left his thoughts and where he’d waited
and began climbing the rocks toward the cave. He breathed in the
smell of perfumed soap, vanilla smelling shampoo, and conditioner.
He heard a fire crackling with decent strength. He smelled and saw
smoke bellowing out from behind her rocks and branches hiding the
entrance to the cave. This wasn’t ideal hunting ground and the
mountain water grew deeper as it curved around the mountain making
fishing better there. Hopefully no one would wander to this
location and sniff out the smoke, or worse yet, an unmated
female.

Once he reached the ledge outside the cave,
Ayden dropped the bag he’d been carrying in his mouth. The change
turned his blood to fire. His spine prickled and electrical charges
sizzled his flesh when his hide softened.

Right before his senses muted, Magdaline
sighed. It was the sound of a female content, at peace with her
world. Ayden bristled, causing the change to freeze momentarily in
his system.

The pain tore at him but didn’t last long. In
truth, he barely gave it a thought. His mind whirled at his ability
to transform this female from a hunted, angry werewolf into one
sounding so happy.

Ayden adjusted his weight and stood on two
legs, instantly frozen by the mountain air and frigid chill
embracing his bare skin. He struggled with the bag he’d hauled with
him, pulling out clothes that he then hurried into before once
again securing the bag.

“Magda,” he said, making sure his voice
didn’t carry outside the cave.

He pushed branches aside and squeezed around
rocks that were harder to pass than they would have been in his
fur. As soon as he was inside the cave, warmth from the fire began
thawing his frozen flesh. He probably would have instantly warmed
had there been no fire. Ayden stared, transfixed, at Magdaline as
she soaked in the makeshift tub he’d brought her.

Her eyes were closed and long, damp black
lashes fanned just above high, perfectly sculptured cheek bones.
Her dark hair was wet and she’d twisted it above her head so as to
wash the rest of her body. Thick streams of soapy bubbles trailed
down her dark skin. She’d filled the tub enough so that she sank
into it, leaving the swell of her breasts to her nipples exposed
above the water.

His gaze locked on the tip of those round
brown buds. He saw how they puckered. Just under the water, her
hardened nipples peaked at the center of perfectly round, full
breasts. The previous night, with her in the baggy sweatshirt, it
hadn’t been as easy to see the details of her figure. But now, with
her knees sticking out of the water and her hands moving, creating
waves that splashed against flesh the shade of cinnamon, Ayden saw
a perfect female.

She brought water up in her hands to splash
against her face.

“Magda,” he repeated, still keeping his voice
low. Although this time so not to scare her.

The aroma from the wood burning and mixture
of scents from the soap and shampoo would make it difficult for her
to smell his presence, especially in her human form. Spotting the
towel he’d brought her folded next to the tub, he stepped forward
and picked it up.

Magda splashed water on him as she rinsed her
face. He watched more sudsy trails glide down the swell of her
breasts.

“Oh my fucking tail!” Magda exploded when she
finally noticed him.

More water splashed against his jeans when
she panicked inside the tub. Ayden immediately regretted not being
more insistent that she know he was there when he smelled her
shock, fear and instant outrage.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded.

Males and females of their kind often saw
each other naked when changing before group runs. An unmated female
on a run, however, was usually shrouded by her litter, protecting
her from the hungry eyes of unmated males. Ayden didn’t doubt for a
second that was the look he gave her at that moment. Hungry.
Fucking starving!

In spite of holding her towel up for her,
from his new vantage point, it was easy to see into the water.
Magda’s pussy was completely shaved. It was all he was able to
manage not to start drooling as he stared.

Magda pulled her knees to her chest and
wrapped her arms around them, robbing Ayden of his view. At the
same time, the bar of soap that was in the water flew out of the
tub.

He was thankful for quick reflexes. Ayden
ducked before the wet bar of soap nailed him in the forehead. He
masked his expression and did his best to keep his scent from
revealing his thoughts. Although, he wasn’t sure whether to laugh
or get pissed. Letting her sniff out either emotion probably
wouldn’t be in his favor at the moment.

“
Ma beaute noire
,” he grumbled, his
voice scratchy, the only indication of how aroused she had him at
the moment. He was proud of himself for not drowning out the heady
smells of burning wood and her scented bath with his lust. “I ran a
fair bit of this mountain today trying to get clothes for you that
I hope will fit.”

“I’m not your black beauty,” she said
flatly.

“That water will get cold.” He ignored her
comment and held up the open towel he’d picked up off the cave
floor. “Come here.”

Magda sighed, taking her attention off him
and to the towel that he held spread open for her. Relenting, she
stood. She was tall, willowy with refined muscles in her legs and
arms. Her tummy was flat, smooth, but not too hallowed. He already
knew she’d been on the run, although not yet for how long.
Apparently she hadn’t completely starved. She wasn’t skeletal. Far
from it. Magda had curves in all the right places and smooth, soft,
silky looking skin that wasn’t marred with too many scars or
bruises. Her dark hair clung to her back. Water droplets rushed
down her body into the bath water. When she stepped out of the tub,
Ayden reached for her, assisting and wrapping her in the large
towel.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked instead
of thanking him. Magda secured the towel under her arm so it stayed
put, hiding her beautiful breasts and incredibly desirable pussy
from him.

“Doing what?” He remained where he was when
she walked to the fire.

Since he’d been there she’d found the perfect
size and shaped rock to use as a place to sit. It was situated by
the fire and she sat on it, stretching her long legs out in front
of her.

“This.” She gestured around her, then picked
up the hairbrush he’d brought her with the other toiletries and
held it up as an example.

Ayden decided to use it as an invitation and
moved behind her, taking the brush before she lowered her hand.
“You didn’t like your bath?” Without asking, he lifted her wet hair
and began untangling it.

Magda sighed but didn’t stop him. She
obediently stared ahead and allowed him to brush her hair.

“You don’t smell stupid,” she said after a
moment of silence between them passed.

“I’m not.”

“Yet you ask questions you know the answers
to and pretend not to understand when the meaning is clear. Maybe
you are.”

Ayden chuckled. There weren’t many females
who were good at bantering. It was almost as arousing as a good
fight before foreplay.

“Now you are announcing a conclusion that you
know isn’t true.” He tugged on her hair, forcing Magda to lean her
head back as he began running the brush from scalp to the end of
her long, thick hair. The aroma from the shampoo and conditioner
he’d brought her drifted to his nose. “You also probably have
figured out that I don’t plan on killing you. It would be stupid to
drag all of this to you, help clothe you and bring you my kill, if
I were simply then going to drag you down the mountain to my
pack.”

“I wouldn’t let you,” she said simply, as if
she had the capability of stopping him.

“Since I’m sure you already know all of this
based on my actions, then Magda, ask what you really want to
know.”

She fought against the tug of the brush in
her hair and turned her head. When she tilted it so she was looking
up at him, something glowed in her dark eyes he hadn’t seen before.
Maybe feeding and bathing her had brought her soul back to life.
Ayden didn’t dismiss the possibility that challenging her with
words was turning her on. Either way, some of the flat indifference
that had been so firmly planted in her gaze the night before was
gone.

“What do you think you’re going to do
next?”

“Something I seldom do with a female.” He
held her gaze captive. Ayden saw the question in her eyes even
though she didn’t voice it. He answered it willingly. “I’m going to
dress you.”

The clothes he’d brought fit her very well.
It had taken running to one of the litters who didn’t often mingle
with the rest of the pack. They had an unmated female about the
same physical size as Magda. Their size was where their
similarities ended. The litter had immediately howled for their
female, a shy thing named Nola, to come entertain the single male
who had asked entrance into their den. When Ayden had explained the
reason for his visit, that another litter had a female not as
pretty as Nola but in need of clothes, both Nola’s sire and mother
smelled disappointed. They recovered quickly. Any litter would
dishonor the pack by not helping another litter in need. Ayden had
explained that with the sire’s physical impairment and mother’s
need to care for her mate, there wasn’t anything for this
particular litter to sell or trade for clothes. It hadn’t been a
lie. Magda’s sire and mother obviously weren’t caring for her.
Nola’s litter had graciously offered some of her clothes.

“Do I want to ask how you got these?” Magda
gave him a shrewd look, but then spun around in front of him,
smelling quite pleased with her snug fitting blue jeans, socks and
hiking boots, and a cashmere sweater.

“I didn’t lie or steal to get them. It’s a
damn shame the bra didn’t fit you.”

When she wrinkled her nose and made a face,
something tightened inside him. Ayden knew what he was
experiencing. He wasn’t sure he was ready for Magda to smell it on
him, though.

Ayden had felt possessive of his younger
littermate before. He was possessive of their den, their hunting
ground, his pack. However, he’d never experienced this level of
possessiveness toward a female before.

“You didn’t really think that would fit me,”
she asked, nodding toward the bra still on the cave floor that
wasn’t much more than a training bra.

The moment he’d seen it Ayden knew it
wouldn’t fit Magda. “It would have been wrong to dishonor this
litter’s generosity by refusing it.”

She made a soft humming sound and nodded
once. Then tugging on her new, soft pink sweater, Magda offered one
hell of a nice view of her round, perfectly shaped breasts. 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.