Free With Her Capture by Lorie O'Clare Page B

herself believe, he appeared intoxicated by her
taste.
    And what she wouldn’t
do to believe. If a male like this, so incredibly strong, so
wonderfully powerful, were to fall for her, everything in her world
would change. She’d survived so far by keeping her head on straight
and her senses strong. How would she fight falling for him as well
just so she could keep them alive?
    When he bit again, this
time applying enough pressure that the sharp tips of his teeth
scraped along her nape, Magda didn’t have it in her to fight him.
Or even more so, fight her inner turmoil over whether his pleasure
would be worth future pain. She wanted this too much. Her eyes
rolled back in her head. He was still on top of her. Which at the
moment was a damn good thing. If not, she was certain she would
belly up for him.
    I won’t ever belly up for any male.
Her growl was more a low
rumble.
    Ayden mistook it for
Magda enjoying what he was doing to her. It made sense that he
would. Every inch of her was drenched in the smell of her lust. In
spite of worrying over losing her heart, her desire for him still
overpowered all other emotions. He thought she was growling over
the pleasure she felt.
    His tongue and teeth
created a certain kind of magic. They put her under his spell.
Magda soon lost herself in a fog of lust. She no longer lay on snow
melting under her body heat. The cold, wintery day no longer
surrounded her. It didn’t matter that a wonderful feast was on the
other side of the rushing mountain water. She’d worry later about
any repercussions of fucking him. Ayden’s large muscular body
pressed against hers. His sexual skills were beyond anything she
ever dreamed a male capable of.
    It took her a moment to
notice she wasn’t pinned under his weight any longer. He inched off
her and snuggled in next to her. That tongue of his was going to
stroke her into unleashed ecstasy. This time when she released a
low rumble in her throat, she meant exactly what he thought she
meant.
    His almond-shaped
silver eyes glowed against his thick white coat. Ayden’s cheekbones
were wide, his face expressive and sincere. He responded with a
rumble of his own, his mouth opened just a bit as he stared down at
her. Then he closed his eyes and continued exploring her body with
his tongue.
    In spite of knowing his
exact intent, Magda still jumped when he stroked her inner thigh.
His tongue was long, rough, but with just enough sensuality to
caress her senses to a level hard to reach in her current form.
Emotions such as love, compassion, or even hatred, weren’t as
strong in her fur.
    That didn’t mean every
nerve ending didn’t stand at attention and spark a craving between
her legs that needed attention. She was very capable of feeling
pleasure in her fur. And fucking tail! Did Ayden know how to
pleasure!
    Magda rolled to her
back, which wasn’t bellying up. She simply made it easier for Ayden
to give her what she wanted. Magda spread her legs, and was lost in
the torturous agony Ayden created with his tongue. Her fur was
soaked between her legs, and it wasn’t just from him. Cream coated
her entrance. It soaked her fur. The smell of it mixed with their
mutual lust and hung thick in the air around them.
    The sound Ayden made
when his tongue dipped inside her damn near rocked her world. No.
It was more accurate to say he almost rocked her off her world. She
was falling—hard. Sensations racked her insides and almost sent her
toppling over an edge she hadn’t known was that close. She wanted
to hang on. She wanted to know the extent of pleasure he offered.
Magda wanted it all.
    His tongue swirled
around her entrance, dipping inside then lapping at the cream that
readied her for him. The weight of his head pressed her thighs
further open for his exploration. His long, thick and perfectly
rough tongue tortured her entrance. He explored, enjoyed, and
pulled all apprehension and logical thinking from her
system.
    One of the reasons
werewolves in general