Alpha Female Flames of Desire

Learn to Shoot

MARAH POV

“Larissa!” I say shyly. “I’m so sorry you had to find Lucas and I in that position. I’m even more worried that you think I’m using you. That is not the case at all, I promise.” We’re now in her bedroom after hastily running from the awkward and compromising position in the basement. Although, I can be thankful I still wasn’t in a squatting position with his d**k in my mouth or c*m running out. Always have to look for the positive I suppose.

“Look Marah, why would you think such an absurd thing? I mean, sure lots of girls do that to me but you’re different. It would be an honor for you to hook up with Lucas.” She smiles and leans into me wholeheartedly meaning what she is saying. Oh, heart of mine! This is too much. “Larissa, I do like Lucas, but I don’t think we’ll ever be an exclusive couple. We have our lives to live and I’m certain our futures will take different paths.”  She looks at me a little funny and says, “I’m not asking you to marry him. All I’m saying is that he’s a catch, you’re both young, explore um like you were and let fate decide the rest.” I smile knowing she has no idea. The romantic insinuation is breathtaking.” Ok, I won’t hide the fact I’m having s*x with your brother then and I like it!” Tables turned as she is now sitting there with a gigantic “O” formed with her mouth.

I’m surprised when Lucas doesn’t join us for dinner. I know being caught by his sister is embarrassing especially for him. He was still butt ass naked pressed against me and trying to eat my neck and breast. The look on his face was priceless not to mention seeing his ass running to the bathroom. I wish I had a picture of that too.

The dining room table is large. There are 5 ‘residents’ joining us plus Tony and Sandra. Those two are at the head of the table. They are dressed more formal than I expected. Sandra was wearing her hair up in a bun. Honestly, it looked like a beehive but she’s old and can pull it off. She’s a short 5’2 heavier lady with crow’s feet and creases around her lips. I’m guessing that she either still smokes or previously smoked for years. She has nearly black eyes, a long narrow face, and a line for lips. Tonight, she is wearing a basic black dress with the sleeves reaching her elbows, the neckline is high, and it reaches just a little past her knees. I can tell she has swollen legs that lead to her feet or otherwise known as cankles.

Lucas and Larissa’s dad, Tony, is an older version of his son. The exception is that he wears glasses and has a middle age dad vibe. He’s handsome and well built and stands approximately 6’ tall. He has the same green eyes as both of his kids. When he looks at you, the warmth and conviction of his caring is evident.

The other side of the table is filled with 3 males and 2 females.  Their ages run from I’d say 20 to the oldest around 50. I can sense wolf presence but not as a dominant gene with any. Being me, I introduce myself to Tony and then reacquaint myself with Sandra. Without making the rest feel unimportant, I introduce myself to them. I notice 2 of the males and 1 of the females take on an aggressive gene (warrior’s possibly) while the other male and other female remain submissive (omega possibly). I say omega possibly because without them noticing what they were doing, the tilted their heads which is a submission in the wolf community.

I complimented each of them and made it a point to get to know each better. Dinner was smooth. Peter, I learned was the guy from breakfast a few days ago ran from his room holding his d**k. He studied me the most. He was probably 30 years old or so. His focus would go blank. I wonder if that is when he was hearing voices. After each time, I would wait patiently. Eventually, he trusted me and said, “Edward thinks you are special. He likes you. He wants you to be his.” This kind of freaked me out, not gonna lie. I leaned in to speak directly to Edward, “Hi Edward, it’s nice to meet you. I hope we can be friends, but I don’t belong to anyone.” Peter then smiled saying, “We figured that too.” I learned he was diagnosed with schizophrenia.

My one shy friend, I learned was Sally, sat silently. I tried to get her to talk but she only shook her head yes or no. I believe her condition is social anxiety. Being around these confused individuals makes me wonder if the council of elders is researching in order to help others like them. These are serious mental issues that leave the individual incapacitated. Their livelihood is taken away from them without them being able to understand or to control their inner being. I’ve decided to research into this further. I’ve heard that while in alpha school, I’ll have access to some elders and will be able to present.

As dinner is finishing, I notice both Tony and Sandra are intently smiling at me. They get up to excuse themselves. They announce that it is date night at the movies with friends. Both invite me back anytime. “Thank you, Mr. & Mrs. Turner!”  Sandra replies, “My dear, call me Sandra and my husband Tony. We are not into formalities when it comes to those, we consider family.” I smile widely loving the fact that Lucas and Larissa’s family are so welcoming of me. Score!

“Larissa, I noticed a pool table in the basement. Do you know how to shoot?” I said in an excited voice. “Um, not all that well but let’s go!” I jump up happily and head to the basement with Larissa. This will be my first time and I’m always up for a challenge.

Going down the stairs, I notice a couple of guys voices. “Hey guys, this is my friend Marah. She’s also … never mind.” I slightly flip my hand up to recognize them as Larissa continues, “Where’s the pool sticks today. They better not be up one of you loser’s ass again.” They burst out laughing. “Hi I’m Greg.” “Hi I’m Josh.” They’re both handsome but not near as gorgeous as Lucas.  Speaking of Lucas, where is he.

Greg immediately heads over, “Gorgeous where have you been all my life?” I just laugh. Come on, do you really not have a better pick-up line than that? “Greg dude, back off. She’s too good for you. Plus, she wouldn’t want all the skank you’ve had that’s probably still imbedded in your groins.” I hear from the side door.

In walks Lucas carrying pizzas. I guess that explains why he wasn’t at the table for dinner. The guys dig in and soon a third guy shows up. His name is Mark Banks. I think this is the first time he is meeting Lucas and Larissa but seem to know Greg and Josh. “I brought beer.” He announces. The guys seem to be overjoyed while I’m honestly fine without. For a werewolf, it takes a lot to get drunk but me being me, I have an intolerance and get waisted easily. I’ll have to mention this to the clinic as well this week since I have an appointment. I made it yesterday with the pack nurse since I really can’t go to a human doctor. It’s not the same even though my human side has all the same parts. Regular birth control doesn’t work for werewolves. In fact, until more recently werewolves didn’t use methods to control pregnancies, but times are changing, and most she-wolves want control over their bodies.

Larissa sees something she likes in Mark. He is charmingly beautiful. He’s taller than the rest. He’s 6.2 with a brown/dark brown mix in hair color, dark eyes, dark skin and a sexy ass. I know I know. But a girl can look at a menu even if she doesn’t want the dessert.

I’m still circling the pool table which is behind the seating area for the tv. It’s in the same room but separate from the others so the sounds won’t override the other. “You play?” Lucas says standing on the other side of the pool table. “No, I don’t know how.”  I say scrunching my nose showing I’m clueless. “Here, grab a stick. The key is to find a stick that you feel comfortable holding.” I internally chuckle because, check, I sure have found a stick that’s comfortable. “Next, make sure that you rub this chalk on the end so it grabs to the ball. You don’t want the stick sliding off without it hitting its intended spot”. Nope, popping the p in my head.  OMG! I’ve just turned pool into a dirty sport. “Now let me arrange the balls and I’ll teach you how to break.” He says. I’m not sure if this is pool lingo or if he is playing with me. After he places the balls in the table rack as I learn it’s called. He comes back over placing one of my hands near the handle and the other near the front of this stick. “Now here’s the trick. You alone have to determine the placement of your fingers. It’ll take a few shots but once you figure it out it’ll become natural.”

I stand there and point the stick at the ball. Lucas starts laughing, “No, no baby! Watch me first.” He leans over the table with his head lining up his stick, pulls back and whacks the white ball towards the others.  Balls go flying around the table. I notice a few go in pockets while others stay on the table. “Now, the object is to see which balls went in the pocket. Are they solids or stripes?  It looks like I got solids. Also, if there were one or more of each then the shooter gets to choose which set. See the black ball?” He asks while I shake my head yes. “Well that should be the last ball in after you clear your balls. If you shoot it in before, game over.” He eyes me making sure I understand. “I think I understand, is it my turn?” I smile. “Nope, I shoot until I miss.” Shaking my head, “What if you don’t miss and then get the black ball in?” I inquire. He smiles, “I win.” Hmmm. He sounds awful cocky.

He shoots 3 more times until he finally misses. Yes, it’s my turn to rock this table.  I’ve seen how he bends down and eyes the ball, so I try to mimic his action. He whistles from behind me. I turn and he’s like bend a little further. I do and he keeps motioning lower. “WTH, if I bend further, I’ll be lower than the table.” I groan.  He just smiles and wiggles his eyebrows, “I was liking the view of your dress getting shorter and shorter. “d**k! Help me with the game.” I pout.  Then I take my shot and miss the ball completely. Ugh! How embarrassing!  I stomp my feet. I’m good at everything I do normally, except ballet – that f*****g hurts your toes. Lucas smirks and walks up behind me, “Let me help you.” He bends me over the pool table.  One hand is on my hip and the other lining up the stick. He’s bent over with his lips against my ear. “You have to line up your stick with the white ball towards the one you want to hit while projecting it to the pocket you want it to go into. It’s all about angles, ball placement and making sure you hit the right spot.”

WHO knew playing pool could be so s****l? I think I’m dripping my juices down my legs. I’m breathing so heavy and I’m so turned on. This guy is f*****g with me and I like it. I slightly turn my head and come within inches of his lips. I whisper, “I bet you know how to line up perfectly. Now let me figure out how to kick your ass.” He smirks and lightly runs his tongue over my lip and places his lips on my nose before pulling away.

Three games in and I’ve lost every single one! “I suck.” I exclaim. Lucas raises his eyebrow and whispers, “And very well I might add.” OMG! Why am I a giggling mess? I just shake my head and think of an idea. “Care to place a wager on this next game?” He thinks and respond, “Sure how about a foot massage for the loser?” Ewww, but ok because I don’t plan to lose.

He allows the loser to break. Isn’t that so sweet of him. I’m not even sure if that’s the rule or his way to gloat that he’s the winner. I actually get several balls in the pocket. I choose stripes. I can’t believe I get another 2 balls in on the next shots.  Yes!  Lucas eyes me carefully, “Have you been hustling me?” I just smile.

 He lines up and I walk to the other side of the table. I bend over with my breast resting on the side and look at him as seductively as I can. I deeply look in his eyes and lick my lips while releasing a small moan. I notice him grip the stick a little harder than normal and strike. I jump up and down, “Oh baby you hit a little to hard. I guess it’s my turn.” Another two balls and it’s his turn again. This time before he gets to the table, I run my finger from his chin to the top of his pants and give an innocent blink. Returning the side of the table, I notice he’s still looking at me so pick up my drink that has a straw and suck it slowly while taking deep breaths.

You guessed, he missed again. I wonder if I’m bothering him that much or if he’s letting me win. Hmmmm. I get my stick and rub it slowly and then apply the chalk softly. He walks up behind me and places his hands on my hip and pushes his ‘little friend’ into my stomach. He whispers in my ear, “You miss tease, are going to be punished!  My c**k wants to take you right here, right now. No more nice and easy. I’m going to pound you hard, fast, and make you scream my name!” f**k that was hot! He pulls away and I turn to get ready to take my shot. SMACK! He just smacked my ass!

Larissa turns around on the couch, “Get a room!” I’m already hot and bothered. Now, I’m hot, bothered, and embarrassed.

I miss the shot! Lucas is up and clears the f*****g table.  Son of a b***h! How did this extremely hot, sexy, beast beat me again.  I had a plan and I executed perfectly. Damn it now I’ll have to touch his feet. “Baby, I’ll take a rain check on the massage until we don’t have company. I may have cheated just a little – I’m really good. How about we massage one another? My mom and dad have a cabin about an hour from here in West Virginia. Any way you can get away next weekend?”

I will move planets if I have to in order to be at that cabin with you. But instead, “I have to check with mom and my crew at home to make sure I’m not needed.” He seemed ok with that but throws in a wringer, “It’s my birthday weekend. I’ll be 17. I was hoping we could hang out and maybe see my mom that lives another 20 minutes from there the next day. I haven’t seen her in about 6 or 7 months. I think you’d like her and I’m sure she will like you.”

I give him the sweetest smile. I know he’s opening up to me. I’m sure there is more meaning to it or maybe he’s just using me for my car. I’m not sure. All I know is Maya is purring and flashing images of very naughty things.