The Rise of Venus

Beg Me, Alpha

Song: songs that are hot as hell playlist by spedups

"Werewolves can't get drunk," I said.

"They can with this," Pride smirked. Holding up a large bottle of what I assumed was spiked wine, Pride's cocky grin widened as he nodded happily. He wasn't in wolf form but I could practically see his nonexistent tail wagging gleefully. "Spiked cherry wine mixed with a secret Pridesong concoction."

"Which is?"

"None of your business." Setting the bottle onto the counter, Pride crossed his arms and stared down at me. "We just united the Two Stars and destroyed the Eight Orbs. The rift within the Hybrids is healing and you even said the Moon Goddess can connect with her siblings now. I haven't been this happy or felt this accomplished since we left home. Can you say elsewise?"

I frowned, already knowing the answer was no. A huge weight was just lifted off of our shoulders and I finally felt like I could take a pause and breathe.

You know I'm right.

"Come on, Venus," Pride whined. His bright green eyes begged me even louder than his words. "The night is still young. Let's celebrate."

"Fuck..."

"Yes!" Pride cheered.

"That wasn't a yes!"

"That wasn't a no either," he snorted. Pride whipped out four tall glasses and filled each one to the brim. Pride was careful to maneuver throughout the kitchen as I followed him to Flora's room.

"I thought proper wine etiquette called for barely filling the glass."

"Do I look like I give a fuck about proper wine etiquette?" Pride shook his head, kicking the door open for the both of us. Ah, good old Pride. Such a cocky little shit.

Freshly showered and dressed in one of her nighties, Flora waved us over from where she sat on her bed. Her creamy legs were exposed and she practically oozed sex appeal. If Mera wasn't already mated I could've totally seen my future Beta head over heels drooling for this woman.

"Here you go," Pride said. We accepted the heavy glasses as I settled beside Flora. The strong scent of cherries and a hint of watermelon wafted over me. I felt my head grow woozy before even taking one sip.

"Whoa," I muttered. "Pretty strong, don't ya think?"

"It's my first time making it," Pride shrugged. "Maybe I went a little overboard."

Mhm.

Maybe.

"I'm gonna shower. Don't drink my wine," he warned us. I rolled my eyes at his playful glare, choosing instead to take a sip from the spiked wine. My entire body slumped deeper into Flora's pillows as the cherry goodness eased my soul free of any worries.

Holy. Shit.

I could feel my eyebrows.

"My tongue is tingly," Flora giggled. She stuck her tongue out, poking the pink muscle with her sharp nails. "It thinglesss."

I tried my hardest to hold it in but holy fuck I couldn't do it anymore. The sight of her cross eyed and speaking in slurs had me doubled over in laughter. It wasn't even that funny. Holy fuck it wasn't even that funny.

But it was.

"I feel my eyebrows," I said. Widening my eyes, I took in her glazed stupor and pointed to my arched brows. "I can feel them like they're alive."

"No way."

"Way."

"Whoa." Flora's small fingers traced my eyebrows with a ditzy look overcoming her relaxed face. "Eyebrows and tongues, man. Who knew?"