Curse of the Alpha: Episodes 1 & 2: A Tarker’s Hollow Serial by Tasha Black

eyes. She only cared about the heat of his hand as it traveled the length of her body. She arched her back, offering him her breasts.
    He responded immediately, cupping her right breast in his hand reverently. She watched as his thumb brushed her nipple again and his lips parted in wonder as her nipple swelled, popping over the demi-cup of her bra, and pushing against the fabric of her thin t-shirt.
    Ainsley’s head fell back on the pine needles as he mouthed her nipple through the cotton of her shirt. The sensation was overwhelming and she felt it all over at once.
    Soon the muted contact was not enough for him and he lifted her shirt. She helped him slip it over her head. Her breasts ached as he pulled away from her to remove his Tarker’s Hollow High t-shirt.
    His lightly muscled body was graceful yet powerful.
    He gave her no time to admire it. Quickly he dipped his head down to nuzzle and kiss her breasts gently.
    She clutched his hair, pressing him to her.
    He responded with gentle sucking. The moan that escaped her immediately seemed to give him confidence and he drew harder.
    Ainsley could see stars. Her skin prickled all over. She felt too big for her body. And she could hear Julian’s blood pounding through his veins. The scent of his arousal burned in her nostrils.
    When he pressed against her side she could feel his erection through their clothes. She began clawing at his jeans, trying to remove them.
    They groped at each other frantically. Their shared lack of experience slowed progress, but in the end passion won out and all their clothing was spread around them
    Julian lay on top of her. They were both naked and shivering with desire.
    By this time Ainsley was half-mad with lust and a horrid crawling feeling. She was sure as soon as he was inside her the fire would be assuaged.
    Wasn’t that show it was supposed to work?
    She lifted her hips to meet his and he found his way to press against her most sensitive spot.
    He tried to be gentle but in the end he had to push hard against her to find entry. He gasped as she received him.
    The pain was brief.
    “Are you okay?” he asked her through a clenched jaw.
    She smiled tightly and nodded.
    When he was fully inside her she shuddered in ecstasy, but the crawling feeling grew instead of receding. Her teeth began to ache and her skin rippled unnaturally over her muscles.
    Julian was too lost in sensation to notice. Tiny beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He thrust slowly but his restraint was costing him. Soon he would lose control and Ainsley knew it would be over.
    Hoping to end it quickly and escape the wretched pull, Ainsley lifted her hips and raked her nails into his back.
    “Easy,” he pleaded.
    She responded by latching onto his neck and sucking his salty skin.
    “Ainsley!” He grasped her hips and ground himself into her, unable to contain himself.
    She could smell the blood throbbing in his cock and hear the semen teeming and buzzing to be released into her.
    The pain inside her was entirely gone. There were only the strange nauseous pull and the sharp honeyed pleasure warring for her attention.
    He shifted his weight and found a different angle inside her.
    The pleasure in Ainsley flared and washed over her. She soared and exploded like a firework. Every nerve ending was sparkling. She cried out in her ecstasy.
    Julian swelled inside her immediately, his blue eyes sparking with anticipation.
    But Ainsley’s pleasure had dissipated and now all that was left was the roiling crush of the nasty thing that consumed her.
    It all happened in an instant.
    She felt her body expand. It felt like the first stretch after sleeping late on a lazy Sunday. The relief was exquisite.
    The glimmer in Julian’s eyes turned to terror. His mouth gaped open.
    She pushed him off of herself effortlessly and hardly noticed as he ejaculated into the air. Her eyes were focused on his throat.
    He hit the ground hard on his back. The fall had knocked the wind out of him