The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Mick waited patiently on the bed as I set the camera up to record, and readied the live stream. The notification was sent out to my regular followers, and I already had thousands of people in my waiting room waiting for the stream to start. Mick stared at the big screen mounted on the wall at the set up on the computer, looking a bit surprised at the number of people waiting to watch. "You have a faithful following, I see," he said in a low, deep voice. It sounded disapproving.

"Does that surprise you?"

"Just because I thought you mainly did shoots with others."

I shrugged, looking at myself in the mirror as I fastened my mask to my face. It was still a little wet from cleaning it earlier, but it would have to work. It's the last time I will be wearing the thing anyway. "I did self pleasure for a few weeks on this platform soon after Darren and Jamie helped me set it up. I was new to everything and Jamie suggested I explore my body this way and take suggestions from viewers for money. I didn't do it for long, because the main request was always to take the mask off, but I did gain a lot of followers during that time. I get on here about once or twice a month now just to keep the account active."

"But no more after this, right?"

"No more after this," I confirmed. "I'll delete the account completely." I wasn't really planning on doing this live, especially since I would be rejecting Cameron too, but I made the offer to Mick before thinking it through all the way. I'm not going to back down now. "Good." His voice was smooth and silky, and my heart fluttered like he was praising me, though all he said was 'good'. It's something about the way his eyes were watching me, and the set of his jaw that made the word feel like it had more meaning behind it. My skin was tingling under his gaze, and as I was lost in that one little word still, he leaned forward and grabbed my hips, bringing me closer to him. I obeyed willingly.

"Chloe," he husked my name in that silky way that had me already melting. "What would you like for me to call you during this, Chloe? I don't want to expose you during your last show."

I bit my lip, hesitating. I really didn't want him to call me anything but my name. I liked the way it sounded in his smooth, non-criticizing voice.

"I can help you think of a number of other nicknames to call you," Cortina offered.

"No thanks." There was no telling what she would come up with.

"Masked lady is what I'm usually called."

"Masked lady, hmm?" He looked over my mask, frowning a bit. "Mind if I call you what I like?"

"I guess that depends on what it is," I whispered, mesmerized by his stare.

He sat quietly for a moment, his hands rubbing soothing circles on my hips. "How about.... Cara Mia?" he husked, brushing the hair away from my face and off my mask. With the way he said the new nickname, for the first time I detected a bit of an accent. "What does that mean?"

He shrugged, a brilliant smile lighting up his face. "I'll tell you after we are finished."

That made me even more curious about the name, but something about the way he said it had me liking it almost as much as I liked the way he said my real name.

"Okay," I breathed.

"Okay." He leaned up, still smiling, and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Your audience awaits, Cara Mia."

I shivered, lost in the Mick effect again. Damn, this really might not be a good idea. If this continues and I get any more drawn into his spell, I may really start following him around like all his other delusional tramps.

It took a moment to break away from the hold he had on me, but with a nervous cough, I managed to turn around and click the start button on the live stream. It was show time. No turning back now.

As soon as the timer finished counting down, Mick pulled me back onto his lap, facing outward towards the camera. He tenderly started kissing my shoulder, up my neck, his lips moving across my mark and making my entire body shiver again. It was perplexing but felt deliriously good.

"Cara Mia," he husked deeply, and I whimpered involuntarily from his velvety voice caressing me. "You smell so sweet." He was moving the strap of my teddy down from my shoulders, exposing more of the tops of my breasts.

"I taste sweet too," I whispered suggestively. A glance at the mounted screen showed comment after comment pouring in, several every second. Watchers were already going crazy.

"Yeah?" Mick turned me slightly in his lap, smoothly sliding the teddy top the rest of the way down my arms, letting my nipples spring free. "Let me have a taste."

He stared up into my eyes, looking right past the mask like he was seeing all of me, exposed just for him, then slowly leaned forward and lightly kissed the swell of my breast. The kiss was so light that I felt it so much more intensely than if it had been rough. It made me moan with need.

His tongue teasingly flicked over my erect nipple, then a heavy moan escaped him before he latched against me with his entire mouth. His tongue was moving in slow, torturous circles while still sucking steadily, his other hand wandering to the other side, squeezing that peak between his fingers and rolling it softly. My pussy was convulsing with every roll, every flick of his tongue, every slow, torturous circle.

"Please," I whispered, begging for more.

He grinned, staring into my eyes. "Your scent got so much sweeter," he purred. "Right here." He trailed his hand to my panties, rubbing the outside against my sex.

"You should taste that too," I said in a voice that sounded whinnier than I intended. My body and even my voice were betraying me, desperate for more of him.

"Cara Mia," he husked that pet name, and my eyes closed as a tremor moved up my body. "I'm going to devour this pussy," he promised. He sat me on the bed, kneeling between my legs. "I'm going to savor every drop," he said, looking like a panther on the prowl. "I'm going to make it flow."

"Yes," I moaned, moving my hands to caress my own breasts.

He grabbed the waistband of the thin panties, lifting my hips with his large sexy hands and pulling my underwear down with his mouth. I gasped, squeezing my nipples between my fingers when I felt his hot breath against me.

As his tongue flattened against my sex, then teasingly tensed as it traveled to my clit, my body buckled over, already wanting to give in to the overwhelming urge to release. Mick pushed me down, then held my thighs in place as he slowly, sweetly ate me out at a torturous pace. I have never taken things this slow before. Sex was always fast and like a race to get as much pleasure out of the other before it ended. Mick was giving me everything, not taking anything for himself yet. He was truly savoring me, just as he promised. When I finally did fall over the edge, I cried out a garbled attempt at his name, then convulsed again when I felt him growling into me.

"So sweet," he moaned, finally releasing my clit from his lips. "So fucking sweet." He wrapped an arm around my waist and moved me up the bed with him. He then sat back to admire his work on my glistening, swollen pussy. "I could eat you all day."

"No," I gasped. "I want more," I reached down, rubbing my hands over his massive bulge in his boxers.

"I'll give you more," he took my hand, moving his boxers down his legs and placing it right back on the bare thing. He was huge and so deliciously hard. It made my mouth water. Touching it directly made tingles travel up my fingers. "I'll give you everything." He bucked his hips, moving his dick back and forth in my hand.

"Everything?" I whispered.

"Everything," he leaned over me, kissing me deeply as he started to fuck himself with my hands. I eagerly squeezed him while moaning into his mouth, letting him take the lead as he made me melt.

When I couldn't take anymore, needing more contact with him, I lifted my hips and rubbed his tip against me. He moved with the motion, groaning with me, but then surprised me by grabbing my hips and twirling us around, so I was straddling his lap.

Slowly, resting his head against my mask, he lowered me on him, plunging himself into me. The delicious friction when his pelvis met mine was like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt so connected with him, and not just through sex. There was some part deep inside of me, deep in my soul that felt whole for the first time in my life. It was an unreal experience that brought tears to my eyes.

As he guided me, rotated my hips slowly with his own pounding upward rhythm, there was this need building within me to remove the last barrier between us.

"I'm ready," Cortina said, feeling that need just as I was. "Prepare yourself. He's not happy."

Of course he's not, but this would be the last time I heard or felt his anger again.

"I'm ready," I whispered, trying to let the soothing and devoted rhythm of Mick's connection with me take the forefront of my mind while I finished this last thing needed to move on with Cortina in her consciousness. This would be my last connection with Cameron, and I would give him the satisfaction of even a second of my undivided attention.

The moment the veil was lifted, snarling erupted inside my head.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" Cameron bellowed angrily. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU WITH?!"

I strained to keep my focus on Mick, but let Cortina lead me to say the words I needed to say. "I, Chloe Mills, orphan and Luna of the Fire Moon Pack, reject you-"

"NO! CHLOE, STOP!" Cameron started to beg.

"Cameron Haine, Alpha of the Fire Moon Pack. I therefore sever my ties and allegiance to Fire Moon Pack-"

"NO! I SWEAR TO THE GODDESS, CHLOE, IF YOU-"

"... forsaking it as a member and as its Luna." I felt the last tether I had to my former mate and his pack being severed, the ties breaking as his pain-filled screams echoed for the last time in my head. I felt nothing. Not even pain. I felt nothing towards him but this wall I didn't realize was there being lifted from my heart. "Good bye, Cameron," I said, as his voice finally began to fade away.

"I WILL FIND YOU," his dimming cries died down, getting quieter and quieter. "I will find you and....."

It was done. I didn't have any more ties with Fire Moon Pack. I was finished with Cameron.

A smile played on my lips, and when I opened my eyes again, I realized Mick had frozen, staring at me like he had seen a ghost. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was opened in stunned disbelief.

"Wha....?" I started to ask, but then I sucked in a good breath and got a full dose of the most powerful scent I had ever smelled before. It was like spiced musk. Something so deeply sexy that it had my mouth watering and Cortina growling hungrily in my head. Then, I realized why he smelled this way, and why Cortina was prowling like she was ready to take over and strike Mick at any given moment.

Mick said it before I could, and when I heard those words, everything else faded away.

"Mate."

Just like that, Mick had gripped the hair at the base of my neck, turning my head to the side in a fury, dislodging my mask in the process before sinking his teeth into my neck, right over the marking spot that had begun to fade away."