Free Hot Alphas by Lora Leigh

swollen curves of her breasts drew him as pebble-hard pink nipples topped them, a flush of arousal surrounding the delicate hue.
    Feeling her hands caress his shoulders, her tight sheath gripping him as he tilted her hips to him, Turk let his lips brush hers.
    A brush was all it took.
    Her lips parted beneath the caress, her tongue meeting and tasting his. A pulse of white-hot lightning tore over his nerve endings, sending a surge of pleasure through his body. His hips jerked, thrust, pushing the hard flesh penetrating her deeper.
    A low, keening cry filled the air around him as Turk felt the last, fingernail hold he had on his control dissolve.
    The next thrust sent an overload of sensation crashing through his brain and spreading through his senses like lava pouring from a volcano. Immersed in more pleasure than he’d ever imagined finding in a woman, Turk gave himself to the overwhelming ecstasy he’d only found with this one woman.
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    Erin couldn’t process reality. Pleasure was a brutal storm whipping through her, burning her. The pleasure-pain of the thick flesh penetrating her, driving into her, dragged her in an erotic whirlwind more devastating than the one before it.
    Turk surrounded her. Filled her.
    The heaving thrust of his cock burning between her thighs, stretching and caressing intimate flesh, sent waves of desperate pleasure tearing through her again.
    Again, it built inside her, rushing through her body and her senses as the storm began tearing through her.
    The hard length of his thick flesh impaling her in quick, hard thrusts, the engorged crest stretching her, his throbbing shaft stroking with ever increasing pleasure …
    â€œTurk!” She tried to scream his name as he buried his lips at her neck. Tried to breathe through a pleasure raging through her in rapidly tightening bands of chaotic storm centers. Like dozens of tornados racing through her, threatening to converge.
    A hoarse male groan was her answer, his lips moving against the sensitive curve of her breast. Then his lips lowered, covered the painfully hard tip, his tongue lashing at it as he sucked it inside.
    Sensation exploded from the caress, speared to her womb, her clit, then imploded with a force that she knew she would never fully recover.
    Ecstasy was a vortex of swirling, vivid sensation. It spread through her senses, wreaked havoc with her emotions then overtook her soul in a blinding burst of pure rapture.
    She was only distantly aware of Turk crying her name as he stiffened above her. The pulse of his release filling her, heating her further and adding to her orgasm.
    Had she sensed what was coming she would have surely tried to run in fear as it rose inside her.
    Such destruction no matter its need, no matter the resulting renewal could never be eased into. The senses were far too wary of change, the soul far too insulated against such havoc. But some storms, even the soul has no protection from. A man’s hunger for warmth, need for love. A woman’s beckoning, wrapped in innocence, flames trapped within and a love more enduring than even the sharpest blade.
    Apart, they were lost, tortured by need, tossed about by capricious winds.
    Together, forged in the flames of not just pleasure, but the need for each other, the need for emotions suppressed, buried, hidden, until this moment. They came together, neither admitting to each other, but both knowing, they found much more than pleasure.

 
    CHAPTER 10
    â€œYou survived,” Erin whispered, a grin tugging at her lips when she found the energy to tease him once again.
    Lying behind her, his large, broad body sheltering her, his arms wrapped around her as his warmth surrounded her, Erin wondered at his silence.
    â€œDid I?” There was an edge of seriousness to his tone that had the smile melting from her lips as she stared into the dimly lit bedroom, the room-darkening shades and curtains all but eradicating the light