The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

I didn't fight him or push him away. I actually automatically wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped his neck, feeling the silky hair on the back of his head. No gel. No stiff or greasy hair products. Just silky, damp with sweat hair that my hands have been itching to touch for so long. I couldn't help but to twirl the strands in my fingers now. He was taking me to the stage, and I was letting him. I was willing, and if I was being honest with myself, a bit eager."One last big bang," Cortina taunted. "Just one. You know you want it."

I didn't reply to my wolf. I was too engrossed in Mick and the feel of his body holding mine as he climbed the stage steps. The females everywhere were shrieking in excitement like it was them being carried onto the stage. I could only imagine what we looked like right now. Someone shrieked behind me, louder than all the cheers, but I didn't turn to see who. I didn't need to even guess who it might be. Someone was expecting the experience I was getting, and I can't say that I blame her for being upset.Mick's hands were squeezing and massaging my thighs, right below my ass. It felt more sexual than if he was grabbing my ass because of the teasing proximity. It was making my breath hitch. His eyes were smoldering, his mouth slightly open. His breath was mixing with mine, and it was an intoxicating mix. It made me dizzy with desire. I felt like I was in a trace staring into his eyes. I couldn't look away and felt swayed by his every movement. I was willingly swayed. I was entirely swept up in the moment. Even with the roaring crowd, it felt like it was just me and him on this stage.

One of his hands, large and sexy, moved up my hip, caressed my side, brushed against my full breast before he wrapped it around my throat. When his fingers moved against my mark, I felt something for the first time in over a year. I felt a tugging deep inside of me, and a yearning that I couldn't explain.

The beating of the bass was vibrating in the air, and Mick started to sway our bodies to the music. He never looked away, even as he slid my body down his so I was standing on my feet, feeling wobbly on my legs.

"Chloe," he said my name in a deep, rough voice. He had never said my name like that before. "Is this okay?"

"A little late now," Cortina chuckled.

I bit my lips, then slowly nodded, my heart skipping in my chest when the fire in his eyes blazed brighter.

Smooth. He was good. I couldn't deny it. No wonder Miss Piggy and all the others continually stalk him. He was making me feel like I was someone special, and this wasn't just an act.

Mick moved his body against mine, swaying our hips together, guiding me with skilled hands. I gasped every time his fingers touched any exposed skin on my body. When he circled around me, then dipped down and inhaled deeply against my nape, I whimpered like a freaking love- sick dog. He made me feel like I was going into heat.

Something firm was pressing against my ass, bulging from the center of his jeans. I couldn't help but to look down with wonder when he circled back to face me. I could hear the humor in his exhale of breath, then he took my hands and guided them over his zipper.

"You can touch," he whispered against my ear. He slowly moved one of my hands up his exposed chest as the other lightly teased his impressive length. "You can do whatever you want, Chloe. This is all about you."

"You say that to all the girls," I murmured, still enamored with his girth pressed to my fingers beneath his jeans. I had to remember that this was just an act for him or I was going to get too swept away. "No," he husked. "I don't." The truth was evident in his voice. I could feel it. "I've never cared what a girl wanted before you."

Cortina was cheering as loudly as the crowd in my head, and she only got louder when he dipped down and lifted me, so my crotch was directly against his face. The tingles I felt in my belly were out of control, and all he was doing was breathing against it and staring up at me. He carried me to the pole at the center of the stage, pressing my back against it and sliding me down his body.

"Hands up," he hummed, taking both of my hands in his and bringing them above my head, guiding me to grip the pole. I felt like an alter he was ready to worship at. I had seen most of his shows in the past year, and never did I see him get this carried away with a customer. It made me believe more and more that I might be in some way special to him. I just didn't know how to feel about that. Right now, I felt like my libido was on fire and nothing would cool it. I didn't know if I wanted it to be cooled down now, ir flamed even more.