With Her Capture by Lorie O'Clare Read Free Book Online Page B

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.