Free With Her Capture by Lorie O'Clare

realization
sobered her thoughts.
    Practical thinking
prevailed in her fur. Carrying his scent wouldn’t save her from
death. If he returned to his pack with her scent, he’d be forced to
deny who he’d just fucked. It forced her to acknowledge that all
the two of them would ever enjoy together was casual sex, nothing
more.
    Magda turned her head
until Ayden was out of her line of vision and blew out a breath. If
she were able to expunge his scent from her lungs, from inside her
nose and the air around her, she’d do it. In spite of her brain
telling her a good roll in the mountain grass would ease the
gnawing pain growing relentlessly in her womb, her heart wasn’t
sure she’d endure a one night stand with this male.
    Doing her best not to
think about how wonderful his cock would feel buried deep inside
her, she forced herself to dwell on their current situation. It
pained her more than she wanted to admit. She needed a real meal,
though. Magda argued with her mind that she needed to focus on food
and not Ayden’s sexual abilities. Although fucking tail! There
wasn’t a doubt in her mind he would be one hell of a good
lay.
    Helping them out with
their predicament would distract from the lustful currents clogging
the air between them. And the thoughts distracting her mind. Once
she did, the rich, sweet smell of desire that was a bit too strong
at the moment would diminish considerably, at least on Ayden’s end.
Once he truly saw why Malta werewolves were despised, understood
the extent of her gift, there was no doubt he’d lose interest. It
was how it always worked with males in the past growing up on her
mountain.
    Magda would use her
gift. Ayden would see exactly what she was capable of doing. It
would turn him away. He might not want to protect or help her
anymore. It was a chance she’d take. A chance she’d have to take.
It was the only way they’d be able to cross the
water.
    But they would enjoy
fresh kill. Magda needed to eat. She leapt away from him. Hopefully
he wouldn’t betray her. Then she’d be on the run again. But at
least this time well fed and in the company of a gorgeous werewolf,
who at least at the moment, wanted her.
    He tried circling her.
There wasn’t any hiding how aroused he was, especially in his fur.
His cock hung low between his legs. His stiff prance proved how
ready he was to mount her. The lust rolling off him made it damn
hard to concentrate.
    Part of her didn’t want
to do this. She didn’t have to use her gift again around him. He’d
seen her temper get the best of her in the cave but that was
nothing compared to what he was about to witness. Let Ayden believe
what he already did about her breed. If she didn’t show him and he
continued to want her, her life might change for the
better.
    Magda wasn’t going to
turn her back on her heritage though. Running, hunting, fucking
this male might prove a glorious time. He still wouldn’t take her
to his den. She would still be a Malta werewolf. And having run
with a pack, eventually Ayden would miss that. He’d leave her.
Magda didn’t want a short time of heaven just to have it ripped
away from her—and her heart destroyed as well.
    That was enough to
motivate her to do what she did next. She didn’t take her time
deciding which tree might be best. She looked up, found the tallest
one, and forced herself to think only of it. With that part of her
brain she’d fine-tuned since leaving her den with her littermates,
she thought only of breaking the tree trunk at its
base.
    The sound of bark
splitting crackled in the air. It was louder than thunder and
lightning exploding at the same time. The earth shook as bark
ripped open and roots pulled free from the ground. Trees
surrounding the one Magda had chosen swayed heavily when the tree
began to fall. It was as if a violent, invisible storm attacked
that one section of trees.
    Ayden quit moving
around her and leapt in front of her, looking overhead as a fierce
roar bellowed from