Alpha Sacrifice (Feast & Famine #1) Read online

  I sit on a rock taking a small break, downing some orange Gatorade and inhaling a granola bar as fast as possible. I wipe the blood off my daggers with a rag and shine them back up. The clearing I am in is relatively safe, but I look around regularly to make sure there aren’t any threats sneaking up on me. It’s never good to stay in any one place for long out here. I stand up and wipe my hands off on my pants, buckle my hunting belt back in place and start to walk away.

  “Wait.” I hear his voice behind me, and see Tristan crouched down underneath some bramble.

  “Tristan, no. This isn’t the time. You need to get out of here. Go. NOW.” I walk away from him and hear his feet crunching against he leaves behind me as he scrambles to catch up to me. His hand spins me around to face him and I can’t help but feel that he’s more beautiful than before. He is wearing a tight white t-shirt that shows every muscle on his body. Streaks of dirt and scratches are lining his arms, and he looks like he had at least one struggle today.

  “You don’t understand. I know this feels wrong. I know today is important for you and I don’t want to take that away from you. But my people, my Order, they’re going to kill you and your friends.” Tristan pleads with me with a sincerity in his eyes.

  “Kill me? How on earth…?”

  “We’ve been organized. The Kixions. We knew you were coming and so we’ve coordinated an attack. As soon as the Festival ends, when all of the competitors are being honored and the celebration begins. The Kixions and the Jackals are coming to slaughter everyone.”

  “Why are you telling me this, Tristan?” I asked. A feeling of dread washes over me. He’s in the Kixions?!

  “Because you will only be spared if you are my mate. And I cannot bare to imagine living in a world without you in it. Even though you’ve killed many of my friends today.”

  My heart melts as Tristan places his hand against my dirty cheek. I feel a tingle begin in my toes and start to creep up my legs. His hair is shaggy and hangs in front of his eyes and I instinctively brush it away and tuck it behind his ear. The stubble on his cheeks feels nice against my hand and I let my palm linger on his face. Even the most simple of interaction feels magical with him. Meant to be, even. A silly concept that I never believed in until this very moment.

  He leans forward and closes the tiny gap between us until I feel his moist lips against mine. I can practically feel a gush of emotion erupting from him and entering into me as we become one with each other. He is warm and making me hotter, as I feel a single drip of sweat rolling down my spine. His fingertips caress my neck and run across my shoulder and his tongue swirls around in my mouth. It feels like we are anywhere in the world but here on this day of the Famine Festival in the Honor Woods. He is gorgeous and we are beautiful together.

  His hands follow the outline of my body and rest against my hips and he pulls me against him. I reach down and unsnap my belt, allowing my weapons and security to fall to the earth beneath us. How could weapons be important when I have such a strong protector in front of me? I squeeze his triceps and continue to kiss him while pushing my hips against his. I feel a stiffening in his pants and he thrusts himself against me with an animalistic presence. For a moment he pulls away from me and stares in my eyes. The deepness of his yellow eyes with dark amber flecks of color are mesmerizing and utterly enchanting. I smile shyly at him and he grins back.

  “My name is Bianca.” I realize that he still didn’t know my name and I have at least some standards.

  “That’s the most beautiful name for a glorious girl.” Tristan’s eyes run up and down my body. “I’m sure you clean up nice,” he says with a knowing smile.

  I immediately feel embarrassed. I am dirty, sweaty, and smeared with blood. My black tank top is ripped, stretched, and smells terrible. Luckily, Tristan doesn’t think I need a shirt at all.

  He dives in and his mouth begins kissing and sucking on my neck gently, causing vibrations of pleasure to rush throughout me. He nibbles gently in all the right places, waiting momentarily to give my exposed collarbones extra attention. He then lifts my shirt over my head and exposes my dark gray bra. I notice a voracious hunger in his face when his tongue runs down my chest and his hands cup my breasts. I moan softly, worried that others might hear and come running. I run my fingers through his course hair while he kisses the top of my breasts. Tristan then unhooks the clasp and allows my breasts to fall free, the cold air perking my nipples up instantly.

  He bends his neck forward and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth while his other hand gently pinches and squeezes upon my other exposed nipple. I arch my back and feel a wave of pleasure between my legs, stronger and more intense than the feeling I had in bed the other night. We stand in the center of this clearing, the only people who matter in the world. The most unlikely couple that feels so right.

  I tear off his t-shirt and run my hands down his chest. His breathing becomes more shallow as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. Before he can step out of them, I drop down to my knees on the forest floor and look up at him. From down here, he’s even larger than life. He takes my head in his hand and guides it toward the bulge in his pants and I pull his jeans down to his ankles. I let my mouth rest firmly on the top of his boxer briefs and feel his pulsing cock just waiting to be released. I tease the waistband of his underwear before finally pulling them down and revealing his waiting cock.

  He is magnetic and I want to take him within me, but I tease the wet head of his cock for a moment, licking off the salty precum that shows me how much he’s been anticipating this. He spreads his legs ever so slightly and I hear him moan softly. I take one of my hands and cup his sack, running my fingers softly across his balls. I tease along his shaft with my lips and occasionally my teeth before finally taking him all the way inside my mouth. He is both longer and thicker than anyone I have had before, and I feel my gag reflex kicking in. I don’t think he’s noticed and I push away the choking sensation while I focus on pleasuring Tristan. He is thrusting his hips toward me back and forth slowly while I pump his cock into my mouth. One of my hands continues to fondle his balls while the other grips the base of his shaft and helps me take his entire cock. I feel the wetness in my own panties but I know that I’ll get taken care of if we don’t run out of time.

  Tristan pulls himself out of my mouth and pulls me to a standing position, then guides me over to a enormous rock so that he can lay me down. He kisses my tits again one last time and then unbuttons my leather pants and slides them down my skin. I am sticky and wet with sweat and anticipation. My black lace underwear is pulled aside while Tristan kneels between my legs and runs his tongue up and down my slit. I squeeze one of my tits and lay back against the rock, spreading my legs wide so that Tristan has full access to my pleasure spot. He spreads my lower lips with two fingers and nipples and sucks gently on my nub, driving me wild and sending waves of emotion through me. I buck and arch my back against him. His finger toys with me, running circles around my hole while he laps up my juices and traces circles along my clit. He then drives two fingers into me and they slide in easily. I’m so wet and ready for him.

  I know I won’t be able to take much of this and I feel myself threatening to climax. Tristan seems to feel this and he slows down, broadening his tongue and licking slower. It’s as if he’s enjoying this just as much as me. He looks up at me and his glowing yellow eyes show so much pleasure that I can’t even bare to look at him. He’s incredibly handsome and sexy and I can’t even believe that I’m with him right now.

  “I want to mate with you,” Tristan says between licks. He stands up and holds his enormous hard member. I reach down and rub my clit gently while he strokes himself in front of me.

  “Please fuck me, fuck me now,” I tell him while moaning. I know he wants it just as much as I do, and I doubt he was waiting for an invitation but I’ll give him one anyway.

  He teases me gently by pressing the head of his cock against my clit and then running it up and down my pussy befo
re finally pushing it into me. I feel it spreading me wider than I’ve spread before as I take his entire cock slowly. He pushes it into me and lifts my legs up as I’m laying on an incline. My ankles rest against his shoulder and I feel his hot hips against the back of my thighs. In this position he is deeper than I’ve ever thought possible and I feel the burning subside.

  Tristan thrusts into me and with each pump into me I feel more and more hopelessly in awe of him. I don’t know if it’s love, as I’ve never loved a man before. But the feeling I get as we’re as close as possible, our bodies sliding up against each other and becoming one? That feeling is sensational and magical and special. It’s worth more than any trophy, than any amount of money I might win.

  Tristan’s hands are pulling against the front of my thighs, giving him leverage to drive himself into me. I arch my back against the rock and give him everything I have, feeling the breeze and the cool Minnesota air against my body. His thighs tense and I know he’s getting ready to climax along with me. He’s lightly biting his lip while fucking me harder and with purpose and my pussy feels like it’s vibrating with pleasure. I moan louder and feel a loss of control of my body as I erupt in waves of trembling. He puts my legs down and continues to hold the side of my hips while we rock back and forth together tightly. I can feel his warmth spreading inside my body as I clench on him involuntarily. Tristan is grunting and pumping his seed into me and his hair is soaking wet with sweat. After what feels like eternity he slides himself out of me and lies down next to me on the rock.

  I am alone with my breaths and my thoughts as I think about what I have done. I just had sex with a Lycan in the middle of the woods during the Famine Festival, a sporting event that I’d have given the world to win only a short time ago. The plane with the banner flies by high in the sky, and Angie just made her 15th kill. I feel a sense of relaxation over my entire body and I’m thrilled that not only did I just fuck the most wonderful man in the world, but I also am still in first place with time to spare. I look over at Tristan, and he has a worried expression on his face.

  “What’s wrong Tristan?” I ask him, inquisitively.

  “Didn’t you hear what I said?” he wonders. “Your friends are all going to die today. And it is my people who are doing it.”

  I jolt back into reality and remember what he had told me before our lips locked in ecstasy. The Kixions were planning a strike during our celebration, and I have to get back to my teammates to warn them. If anything happens to Angie, I will never forgive myself. She is the only (mortal) friend that I have.

  “Oh god, you’re right. I need to save Angie. I have to go.” I stand and grab my clothing and start to slip them on.

  “Wait — before you go. I want one more kiss.” Tristan stood up and moved closer to me, guiding my face toward his. Our lips met and the fireworks shot through my body yet another time. “Okay, you can put your shirt on now. But we need to make plans.”

  “Plans?” I ask while buttoning my pants.

  “Yes. Thirty minutes before the festival ends, you need to meet me back here. With your friend, and anyone else you deem worthy of saving. It can’t be everyone, because I need to be safe —“

  “How do you expect me to convince Angie of this? ‘Hey friend, you should come meet my new werewolf friend out in the middle of the forest or else you will die.’ She’s going to laugh in my face.” I don’t know that Tristan understands human social situations.

  “Friend? Is that what I am to you?” Tristan looks hurt again, a feeling that I don’t want to become familiar to me.

  “No, Tristan. I don’t know what you are to me just yet. My mind is jumbled and confused and I need time to think about this when everyone close to me aren’t in danger.” My voice softens. “I care about you a lot. I really do. I don’t know the extent of our relationship yet, but I know I want more of you and I know I love you. But right now I need to save Angie.”

  Tristan nods with relief and watches as I buckle my weapon belt. I squeeze his hand and turn to go.

  “Thirty minutes before the close of the Festival, I’ll be back. With or without my friends,” I call over my shoulder as I navigate my way back through the woods.

  ***

  I don’t get very far before I hear a howl coming from back toward the clearing. I turn around and race back toward him, recognizing the sound of Tristan’s voice. I duck down behind a fallen log and peer up around it, and I see Max with a knife held against Tristan’s throat as his back is pressed up against a tree. I am stunned and frozen in place. If I show myself and protect Tristan, Max will report me to the Council at best, or kill me and Tristan at worst. If I don’t show myself, Max will surely kill the Lycan love of my life.

  Is it worth giving up my life and everything I’ve known to save him? Or should I warn Angie and the Exterminators of the incoming Kixion attack? I gulp and make my decision.

  ***

  This has been the first story in the new FEAST & FAMINE series by Kinsey Jamison. Stay tuned for Book #2 arriving in August 2013! Subscribe to my mailing list at KinseyJamison.com to be updated as soon as the next book is available!

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  Excerpt from Kinsey Jamison’s Feast On You (The Turning Trilogy #1)

  Mindy was panicking and so was I. I didn’t want her to leave, she couldn’t leave. I was physically incapable of letting her leave. She was flailing her arms and I moved toward her and grabed them, pushing her against the wall.

  “Oh god, please don’t kill me. I won’t tell anyone, I need to get home, please let me go, don’t kill me.” Mindy had her eyes shut and was stammering phrases at me, scaring me, making me think that everything we had was lost.

  “Mindy, I love you. I know we just met, and I know that you think I’m some kind of abomination. I’m not going to hurt you, I want to be with you.” I pushed my body against hers as she struggled to get away.

  “You’re an animal,” Mindy said through tears. “Why would I want anything to do with you?” She tried to shove me off of her, but I was too big and she was within my control.

  “I will show you why you want me.”

  I leaned close to her again and smelled her, and then pressed my lips against her neck. While using my elbows to hold her positioned against the wall while she squirmed, I held her head with one of my hands and pulled her head to one side, revealing the whole side of her neck. I let my mouth run along her neck and up to her ear lobe, which I held within my mouth and sucked on. I could feel Mindy’s breathing intensify and she was pushing her pelvis toward me while I nibbled gently on her ear and her neck.

  “See? You want this. You want me. Nothing has changed. I want to show you everything that I can offer you.” I whispered in her ear.

  “I don’t know,” Mindy cried. “I feel so attracted to you and my body wants you badly but it feels so wrong. I don’t want to die. I don’t know what you are and I don’t even want to know. I just want to go home.” She sniffed, and I wiped the tears from her cheeks. I loosened my grip on her and she didn’t continue to struggle.

  “If you want to leave, you can leave right now. I’m begging you not to, I am begging you to stay. But if you want to walk away from me, and from this, then you should do so right now before I can’t turn back.”

  Mindy looked up at me through her watery red eyes. She looked so frightened and scared, and it made my cock harder than it already was. I smashed it into her so she could feel how horny I was, how much I wanted her.

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  My name is Connor, and I'm a werewolf. It has only been a month since my Turning, and there is a hunger deep within me that can only satiated by the taste of a woman. Luckily, I found her.

  Mindy is a young promising photojournalist at the Chicago Sun Times, spending her days capturing the wildlife and the scenery at Lake Superior. Little did she know that she'd learn more than she expected about the wilds of Minnesota. The two fall quickly and
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  Excerpt from Kinsey Jamison’s Mounted By A Cowboy

  “Colby sat up straighter and turned his face toward Shane’s. He noticed the dirt in his stubble and the cut on his cheek that appeared to be leftover from that morning’s shave. The temperature was hot in this trailer and Colby felt a trickle of sweat run down his spine and into his crack. He pulled off Shane’s cowboy hat and set it on the table in front of them.

  “We don’t have to do this, Shane. I don’t want this to affect my chances of getting the position.”

  Shane chuckled a bit before replying, “This might be exactly what you need to solidify my assistant position as yours.” He leaned in and opened his chapped lips slightly and kissed Colby on this smooth cheek. His hand traced Colby’s thigh and then ran up his chest until it rested on the opposite cheek, pressing his face into his parted lips. Shane softly kissed Colby along his jawline and then on his sweaty neck. He allowed his tongue to lap the nape of his neck gently, sucking on his skin and tasting the salty flavor.

  “Oh god, I’ve wanted this.” Colby leaned his head back slightly and arched his body, then pulled Shane’s free hand onto his lap and pressed it against his stiffened cock.

  Shane McDunnough is a successful reining horse trainer and he's been looking for a new assistant. Little did he know that Colby Ray, a young adorable aspiring trainer would come walking onto the Cactus Creek Ranch. Colby is everything that Shane has been wanting, he's handsome, confident, and best of all -- very young.