The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate
Chapter 89 – The Alphas’ Porn Star Mate

Miles POV

"So pretty," Ivar crooned as I carried Chloe up to my room. Our room. It wasn't just my room any longer.

"She's gorgeous," I agreed, examining every detail on her face. I could stare at her all day. She just kept taking my breath away with how perfect she was. Her lashes were cashing long shadows on her cheeks in the dim light. Her lips were slightly open, full and pouty. I wanted to taste them again, but didn't want to wake her.

She didn't stir the entire time I carried her upstairs. I passed a few members, and they all smiled warmly, seeing their future Luna in my arms. Everything was coming together. I know the feeling of having my mate in my arms. I just need to get her mark on my neck and put one on hers in return.

As I tucked her into bed, I bent over her and tasted those lips that had been tempting me the entire walk up. I could taste her scent, which was driving me mad.

"I want a turn with mate," Ivar whined, trying to push forward.

"Are you going to let her sleep?"

"Maybe," he said mischievously.

I chuckled at his eagerness. "She needs her sleep, Ivar. She went through a lot in one day."

"Finishing the day off with two dicks sent her over the edge. I know. I just want to hold her," he grumbled at me.

I reluctantly let him come forward, taking over my human body. He gleefully slipped into the sheets with her, pulling her body against mine and burying my nose in her hair. She had so much hair, it was like a silky blanket. Ivar was surrounding himself in it. After a long time of sniffing her, he started kissing her against her neck, right where my mark would soon go.

This was what caused her to stir. I tried to pull back the reins, but by the time Ivar quit fighting me and let me take back control, she was starting to wake up.

Her beautiful eyes started to flutter open, and I held my breath, ready for her anger. Instead, I got the sweetest smile from my gorgeous little mate.

"We made it back to your room," she commented, looking around, then snuggling up to me.

"Our room," I corrected her. "I'm going to have your and Mick's belongings brought here tomorrow."

"Good," she stretched beside me, making her robe fall open to reveal her plump chest. "I like this bed."

"I like seeing you in it," I confess, openly staring.

She smirked, then opened her robe fully, shrugging out of it and tossing it to the floor at the foot of the bed. "I prefer sleeping without clothes on," she said in a sweet, seductive voice. She then started to unfasten my pants, urging me to kick them the rest of the way off. "You should do the same."

"Fuck, I never want to leave this room," I mumbled, lifting my shirt over my head while listening to her sweet giggles.

"Oh yeah? What do you plan on doing here with me?"

"This," I growled, moving to hover over her. We both still smelled like sex, but I was getting fresh notes of her arousal as I pushed my girth between her legs. She arched her back, groaning as she rocked into me. "Good. I wasn't done with you yet," Chloe said, her rough, lusty voice making my dick jerk as I ground my body against hers.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I said, cradling her face in my hands. I kept stealing kisses, but couldn't look away from her for too long. Every little freckle, line, curve of her lips, everything just fascinated me to no end. "You're so fucking sweet," she said, scraping her hands up my chest. She kissed me, then a serious expression moved over her face. "Make me yours, Miles. I want to be yours too."

Ivar started howling in delight. My lips came down on hers in a frenzy, and I pushed my length inside of her sweet pussy. I was hungry, devouring every moan and every sweet breath. When my canines started to come out in my craze, I began kissing along her jaw, moving my mouth to her nape. She cried out as I pushed myself in and out of her, filling my room with her passionate voice.

I felt clumsy in my haste, but she was as ardent as she was when it was three of us. I could feel the bond tingling and coming to life between us, our souls connecting as our bodies continued to become one.

My teeth were grazing her neck now, and she was mewling in fevered need. Her hands were on my body, pressing into my ass, forcing me to go harder and harder. Her legs curled on either side of my waist, her heels taking the place of her hands, making me pound into her wet and warm pussy faster and harder. She was writhing beneath me, and my confidence grew.

Her walls were pressing in on me, and I knew she was close. She kept saying it in my ear. When I couldn't wait any longer, my teeth sank into her neck, her blood spilling into my mouth. Ivar growled as the bond snapped into place on our side. He was feeling what I felt. I could taste her acceptance of me. Her devotion to me. Not just me, but my brother too, because his soul will forever be tied with mine. You couldn't love one of us without loving the other, and I could really feel the love she had for him. It made my eyes burn with happiness. When her teeth sank into my neck, the bond was complete. Our bodies began to quake, the rush of the fulfilled bond sending us both into orgasm.

In the back of my mind, I saw Cortina, strutting proudly right up to Ivar, the two finally able to communicate on their own. They skipped and pranced around one another, happy to be united through us.

Then, just as we were both coming down from the plateau we had reached, my mind and vision came back to the now, an aching howl split through the night, and Chloe broke free from my neck the same time I released hers.

We both turned to the window where we heard the sound; the window facing the back end of the pack house. We exchanged a look, then instinctively knew what that howl was.

Chloe and I were quickly out of bed. I tossed her my shirt as I slid back on my jeans, then we were both out the bedroom door, sprinting down the hall, down the stairs, and to the kitchen that led to the backdoor.

I could feel him. Mick. I could feel his pain, and knew it well. All werewolves experience that pain at least once in their lives.

It was the pain of the first shift.

Down at the pond, where the young pups swim with their moms in the summer, there were two bodies on the shore. One was crouched over the other, and when she got closer, I saw it was Pops leaning over Mick, who was contorted and screaming on the ground. Pops was yelling at him, trying to comfort him through the pain, but it was falling on deaf ears as Mick's bones started to shatter and break, making room for his beast.

"Mick!" Chloe reached him first, falling to the ground beside him. His eyes were glowing, the wolf inside of him shining through. "We're here, Mick! I'm right here. Quit fighting it and embrace the pain. It will be faster!"

She started to panic, and I could see Mick was struggling to do this on his own.

He was definitely shifting. I don't know how he was, but this is what every adolescent goes through on their thirteenth birthday. There was no mistaking it. When your body isn't finished growing and your bones are more bendy, the shift is easier. As an adult, Mick had to be in excruciating pain.

Chloe was hurting too. If I could feel his pain, so could she. Maybe more so than me, his twin.

There was one way I could quicken this. I could help the shift go faster. When Pops looked at me with the same grave expression I felt, I knew it was what I had to do.

Ivar pressed forward, giving me all his authority to add to my own. "Mick," I said with the full weight of an Alpha command, hoping it would be enough. "Shift."

A deep, heart-shattering snarl ripped out of his chest, his body quaking before black fur broke through over his skin. The human man was being ripped away, and moments later a huge black wolf was in his place. I gasped, recognizing the wolf from my dream. Chloe stumbled back, her eyes wide with fear. I could hear her heart hammering inside her chest. I could feel her confusion and anxiety in the bond.

The wolf lifted its giant black head and howled at the moon, then turned his frozen blue eyes towards Chloe. Tears were streaming down her face. Her lip quivered as she lifted a shaky hand, extending it towards his nose. "R-Rome?" she stuttered. "Rome? Is that.... Is that really you?"