With Her Capture by Lorie O'Clare

pitied humans was because they were half of a
whole. Humans didn’t have the ability to change, shed their skin
and free themselves of all the baggage life brought on. Werewolves
changed and ran, hunted, fought and played in their fur. It freed
them of all the emotions brought on while in their flesh. It was
the main reason why werewolves always smelled crisp and carried the
scent of whatever emotion they experienced at that moment. It was
also why humans stunk from years of bottling up emotion after
emotion.
    Ayden helped free her
of those emotions carried in her flesh faster than she’d ever have
been able to on her own. Magda howled, no longer able to restrain
from the pleasure Ayden offered. His tongue dipped deep inside her
and stroked her inner walls with fiery passion.
    Magda raked the air
with her claws. She snapped her teeth and roared her delight. She
wanted to hold on, to find a way to stay right where she
was.
    Don’t stop!
she howled.
I don’t ever want this to
end.
    When she opened her
eyes, it took a moment to focus. Part of her didn’t want to leave
the blissful, yet torture ridden place he was sending
her.
    If her body were shaped
different she would have grabbed his head. She would have put both
hands on him and insisted he stay right where he was. There was no
pleasure greater. Well there was. Her orgasm would be incredible.
It was so close she smelled it on her already. She tasted it in her
mouth. She felt it building from deep in her womb, creating a
pressure that was both pain and pleasure.
    But her paws wouldn’t
grab his head. Her claws were extended, sharp and deadly and trying
to claw through the air. She lifted her head and looked at Ayden.
His large head, with glistening white fur, was a striking contrast
from her shiny black coat. Where his fur was thick, coarse and long
enough that she itched to drag her claws through it, her fur was
silky, much longer, and at the moment, incredibly soaked between
her thighs.
    His eyes were at
half-mast. The glow of the silver there was set off even further
from the glimpse of his wet, red tongue between a powerful row of
teeth. Not once did he nip her. He was being gentle. It was almost
cruel. She wanted aggressive, rough, maybe even a power play, yet
loved what he was doing right now and never wanted him to
stop.
    He sensed her looking
at him and she knew the moment his eyes focused. They opened wide
and he met her gaze. Before she was ready for it he thickened his
tongue and impaled her.
    Oh my fucking tail!
she wailed. It sounded more like a choked
yelp.
    As quickly as he thrust
deep inside her, he pulled his tongue out and mounted
her.
    Right before she was
able to come.
    Hey!
she
protested.
    Just because she’d held
back while he devoured her pussy didn’t mean that when the time was
right she wanted to be robbed of her orgasm. She intended to nip at
his cheek, just to let him know how truly cruel he’d just been, but
Ayden washed her face with his come-soaked tongue. She smelled
herself on him.
    Our scents will be embedded on each
other.
It was a bit too late to dwell on
that fact. Especially when it was suddenly impossible to think. As
he soaked her face, he drove his cock deep inside
her.
    This time Magda didn’t
yelp. She barked and howled at the same time, the sound fierce to
her ears. And she opened her eyes wide. Ayden didn’t look
apologetic. Nor did he look proud that she appreciated his size.
His expression was hard, intense, and his eyes glazed over with the
pleasure he was also experiencing.
    Then he began moving,
repeatedly impaling her. He fucked her hard. His cock was
wonderfully thick, perfectly long and filled her completely She
swore her inner pussy walls stretched to take all of him, which
made her orgasm more imminent.
    The pressure he’d
already created soared through her with lightning fast speed. This
time she wasn’t able to hold back to lengthen the ecstasy. There
was no controlling it, not for either of them.
    Magda