With Her Capture by Lorie O'Clare Page B

weren’t what made them different. It was the way of their
packs, how they’d been whelped and raised by their litters. Since
his teenage years before fully maturing there had been howling that
he’d make a good pack leader. Ayden entered into adulthood with the
respect of his pack, and with knowing all that he saw around him
was his to control and protect.
    Magda, he imagined, had
lived a secluded life. Her litter probably had a den in a hidden,
remote area. Since she’d survived into adulthood, there had to have
been times when she’d known good hunting. Yet now she was alone.
She’d entered his world running for her life. She didn’t question
that she needed to stay hidden. It was likely the only way she’d
ever run.
    It might be wrong but
he liked the idea of keeping her away from everyone else—and to
himself. It had felt so damn good being buried deep inside her
pussy, and he planned on being inside her again soon. More than
that, he wanted to explore what was between them, because he
smelled more than lust.
    It sucked that he
wouldn’t be able to take her to his den. That wasn’t an option. He
sensed that Magda believed he didn’t understand the way of it with
her. But he did. Ayden knew there was no way he could take her into
his pack. He might have the respect of all he knew, but that
wouldn’t allow him the right to prance into his world with a Malta
werewolf. Now that she carried his scent it would only mean that
his pack would hunt both of them down.
    Magda slowed and
stopped, turning and waiting for his lead. Her mouth was open and
she panted with a delectable smile on her face. Her long, graceful
tail wagged and her scent smelled happy. He picked up on something
else. Defiance, maybe a challenge. He read it and thought he
understood. Magda still believed he should react more to her
uprooting the tree. He’d responded physically. He’d been startled.
But he hadn’t given her the emotional reaction that she wanted.
Although he thought making love to her was one hell of an emotional
reaction, he prepared himself for whatever she might do
next.
     
    They easily picked up
on the scent of an elk herd and hunted side by side. It was a
glorious experience. Together, they chose their prey and went in
for the kill with satisfying aggressiveness. The fresh meat tasted
wonderful. A bright sun spilled warmth over Magda’s flesh once her
belly was full. No one disturbed them. The world seemed void of
anyone other than Ayden and her.
    Magda stretched over
flat, cool rocks where the wind this high on the mountain had
cleared all snow. She basked in the sunlight. It was important to
focus on the good when it came along. They’d had wonderful sex.
Ayden had taken her hunting. They’d just stuffed themselves on
fresh elk meat. He wasn’t appalled by her gift.
    Ayden was damn near too
good to be true.
    Magda stretched,
content not to move for a while. This was as close to paradise as
it got, she thought to herself. Then, with lids at half mask, she
took in Ayden’s well sculptured body. He looked powerful,
dangerous, and so incredibly confident in his world. Her scent was
on him. If they fucked again it might remain embedded in his flesh
for weeks. If they kept fucking it would eventually bond with his
scent and, like her, both would smell
mated—permanently.
    According to their
ancient laws and traditions they were already mated. Although some
claimed a true mating occurred when a male and female had sex in
their fur and in their flesh. So they were half way there. Not that
she thought their mating was a good idea. But to hell with ancient
traditions and laws. They hadn’t helped her so far in life.
Besides, Magda was dying to fuck Ayden in their human form.
Although, and she fought not to smell sad over the thought, doing
so would be a death sentence for Ayden if his pack found out whose
scent was on him.
    Ayden stared off the
edge of the cliff where he lay next to her. Unlike her, he appeared
anything but