The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

"Would you like to break?" I smirked, chalking the end of my stick and blowing on its tip.

The corner of Miles's lips quirked up as he leaned against his pole, knuckles white while gripping it steady. "You go ahead." "He has no idea what he's in for," I giggled to my wolf.

"I don't know. He doesn't look worried at all."

"Neither were the guys when I first got to Broom StiXXX." I had their man panties in my hands plenty of times after that.

"I'm telling you, this is a bad idea," Mick growled, watching with his back pressed against the wall.

I stared at Miles to see if his brother was convincing him to change his mind, but he just motioned for me to go.

Leaning over the table, I lined up the shot, and right when I was about to take it, Miles said, "I'm going to bend you over just like that before plowing into you from behind."

It was too late for me to stop my momentum, and the white ball went flying towards the others. It hit in the wrong spot, and though they still broke, only one stripe made it into a hole. "Damn it. No talking during a play," I snapped.

"Why?" Miles huffed with a smug look. His sharp eyes were still staring at my ass. "Are you not good enough to play with distractions? I just made a statement."

"An unnecessary statement," I clenched my teeth. Something else in me clenched with the image he brought to mind.

I circled around the green felt, lining up my options in my head. The balls were still tight enough together that it was going to be difficult to get good shots, but I had options.

I landed another ball in a pocket, and when I was going for my third, bent over right in front of Miles, I felt his hand gently brush against the center of my ass. Sparks shot through me, and I missed. "You dick!" I turned and got in his face. "You're cheating."

His deep laughter resonated through me, making things clench again. "You can touch and talk to me all you want, baby," he leaned in so his bourbon vanilla scent washed over me. "It's my shot." Fine. If he wants to play dirty, I can too.

Instead of going for his ass like he did me, I held my stick behind my back and tiptoed my way to Mick. "What?" He glared.

"Aw, don't be like that." I pushed my body against his. I turned so my ass was right against the seam of his jeans, then dropped in low before bending my body and shaking my ass back up. Tingles were shooting up and down my legs as Mick let out a hungry growl. I felt the spark gaze of my other mate, and looked up, expecting to see his frustration.

Instead, Miles was watching with the snake smugness he showed before, his blue eyes meeting me while he bent lower over the table. His eyes never left mine as he took his shot.

And the balls went in. Plural. He pocketed two balls in one shot.

"Nice," Mick purred, reaching down to grab my hips. He pulled me to him, so my back was against his chest, then glided a hand to cup my pussy. "I didn't know you were so good at getting balls into holes," he spoke to his brother, but his words were whispered roughly against my skin. Miles chuckled, then sank another ball without much effort.

I thought the bond would throw him off like it did to me when he felt the lust coursing through my body, but I'm going to have to up my game.

Mick tried to hold me against him, seeing victory as his brother skillfully set up another hit. I elbowed him in the gut, making him buckle and groan, then atalked my way to Miles. I slid my body between him and the pool table before he took his next shot, making sure to brush my leg firmly against his bulge. It was firm, impressively so, but not all the way hard yet.

"Can I help you?" He raised his eyebrows, his sharp gaze roaming to my chest then back to my face. "I'm playing a game here."

"Oh, me too," I said in a husky voice, running a finger down his chest. It trailed to the waist of his pants, and then I bit my lip, holding his gaze as I squeezed his dick through the thick fabric. "I'm playing by your rules."

His eyes closed momentarily as a deep groan passed through his lips. His eyes opened, catching mine. His arms wrapped around my body, trapping me in place. His biceps were squeezing against my shoulders, but I wasn't complaining. He leaned in, pressing right up against me, his mouth to my ear, so I could hear his rough breathing, bending me back slightly....

BAM!

I gasped and turned to see two more balls sink into two different pockets.

"What the hell?!" I stomped my foot.

Miles buried his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply, then sighing in satisfaction. "Mmh, your scent is coming back. You still smell like me."

I pursed my lips, having forgotten about my missing scent. I'll have to pocket that for now and ask Driana about it later.

"I'm going to have my scent seeping from every crevice in your body by the time this is through," Miles declared as he walked to the other side of the table. He took another shot and sank another ball in. He only had one more now, and then the eight-ball.

"Oh, nice dirty talk, brother," Mick laughed, crossing his arms across his chest as he watched proudly. The worry and anger were gone from his face. It transferred over to mine. I was watching in dread. "Where did you learn to play like this? You had me all worried about nothing." Miles shrugged, looking for the last line up. The urge to pick up the last solid ball and chuck it across the room had me clenching my hand. He saw that, which just made him smirk.

"While you were busy perfecting the craft of filling other holes, I was usually here, playing through my own frustration."

"Seriously?" Mick huffed with amusement. "I'm suddenly grateful for your lack of a sex life."

"Me too," Miles laughed, sinking the last ball in.

"Damn," Cortina was shaking her wolfish face. "Well, the life of a doll isn't so bad. At least you get to eat good food from Nonna all day."

"This fucking sucks," I groaned. I couldn't help but to pout. I really wanted to help. I wanted out of this damn pack house and to be productive, especially when it comes to Cameron and the other bull shit going on because of me.

Miles met my eyes, then sank the eight-ball without looking away. I felt the last shreds of hope disappear inside of me. My stomach just sank.

I guess it's the life of a doll for me.