Echoing through Alessio's head are self-deprecating insults - telling him he isn't good enough.
Crowned as the Alpha of half of Birchwood Forest, he discerns himself as weak and unfit to rule over those obligated to submit to him due to the vicious...
Laughing drunkenly, he grips tightly onto Steele's hand, sending bursts of electricity through the intertwined hands. Affection clouds his cerulean eyes, as he glances up at the leather clad warrior.
Draped in a maroon shirt, with the words "Jack Daniels" written in messy bold, and a leather jacket over a pair of worn, blue jeans, was his attempt at dressing as a bottle of Jack.
Rehan wore a baggy, tshirt engraved with the Coca cola logo and ripped, white jeans that Steele complimented repeatedly.
When Rehan would roll his eyes, Steele would reassure him, "Your ass looks great, baby!"
"Okay, pour some glasses, Mykel," Rehan prompted, a smirk sewn into his face. Steele released a groan from beside him, but he ignored him. "I bet I can down more shots of whiskey than you can."
Aziel arched an eyebrow, curiosity and amusement swirling through his eyes of golden brown like two swords clashing against each other. "Okay."
As soon as Aziel lines up six glasses in front of them, he flashes Rehan a vain smile and downs his first shot. With a slight wince, Rehan follows suit.
"Let's make this interesting," Rehan slurs out.
With his fingers wrapped around his second glass, Aziel replies, "And what do you mean by that?"
"The loser has to," Rehan pauses, "chug an entire bottle of tequila."
Steele, who knows how Rehan acts whenever he's smashed, opened up his mouth fire back a retort, but Aziel beat him to it. "You're on, Maverick."
Glass after glass trickles down their throats. Finally, after ten minutes of playful banter and wicked smirks, the blue-gazed boy caved in, and slammed his last shot on the counter. "Fine, you win, dammit!"
"Well, I hope you're ready to chug." Reaching over the counter, Rehan pulls out the tequila bottle, cold against his skin, and allows the alcohol to burn his throat.
After swallowing every drop, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
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Through the pack house, Rehan trailed behind Steele like a lovesick puppy and refuses to let him out of his sight. Amused, Steele allows the boy with the demin, blue eyes to braid their fingers together. Cross-legged the pair sits, their skin touching, and heating their body with electricity.
On each slab of wood, a dare is inked in Kaiden Maverick's slanted scrawl. Around the circle, the dares are given. Kenji had to grind on the person next to him, which ended up being Rosen. The timid warrior didn't seem phased, however, but Rehan knew that was because she was demisexual and a emotional bond hadn't been created with the turquoise-haired werewolf.
Xena was dared to reveal her sexual fantasy. With her fingers crisscrossed together, she says, "For someone to scream my name and refuse to hold back. To hear pleasurable moans float throughout my bedroom as I trail my tongue across their body."
Even though she tried to make it subtle, Steele noticed her gaze float over to Zyah, whose rosy cheeks warmed.
On Parker's turn, he was dared to color a person of his choice in plum hickeys. Without hesitation, he closes his lips onto Storm's smooth skin, biting and suckling. At the feel of Parker's canines brushing his neck, Storm emitted a mixture of a throaty moan and a low growl.
"Truth or dare," Rosen reads aloud, a white curl between her finger.
"Rosen." Dahlia smiles sweetly. "Do you prefer hard or vanilla sex?"
Rosen flushes crimson. "Uh, um, I'm not sure. I've never had sex, but um, I think I'd prefer vanilla sex. I'm not a kinky person."
Her manicured fingers wrap around the solo cup filled with vodka. Her eyes maneuver across the wood.
"Send a dirty text message to the first person in your contacts," Dahlia says.
Dahlia shrugs. Gently tapping the keyboard on her phone, she wears a faint smirk on her rose-colored lips.
Zenaida steps forward, her confidence pouring into her voice as she speaks. "Confession time: what experiments would you be willing to try out in the bedroom?" The corners of her mouth lift upwards. "Well, when I find out who my mate is next month, I'll be willing to try out any of them that interests them."
Alessio's chocolate eyes widen. "Make out with the person to your right."
Aviva, a raven-haired beauty standing beside Dahlia, whose irises are glazed over with alcohol, saunters over to the Alpha.
Draped over her scarlet lips is a small, seductive smile. Her mascara-coated eyelashes shadow her unblemished skin.
Shooting a brief glance at Messiah, he hesitantly steps forward and allows Aviva to take control of the kiss. Her hands loop around his neck and pull him closer to her.
In Alessio's head, Aleskei lets out a low growl at the foreign contact and attempts to grasp control, but Alessio prevents the shift, despite how much he'd like to rip himself away from the ebony-haired witch. Messiah's olive eyes darken at Aviva's hold on his mate to the point where his irises have bled into almost emerald.
A minute passes before Aviva yanks herself away from the boy with the honey-colored hair.
A wicked smirk sketches onto his blush-pink lips as he skims over the written words. "Peform a strip tease," he announces in a tone woven with mischief.
With amusement circling through his olive gaze, he peers at Alessio, whilst he removes his worn, demin jacket and see-through shirt. A drawn-out beat matching his leisure movements hums throughout the spacious room.
Entranced, Alessio stares at Messiah through hooded eyelids, as he slowly rolls his hips back and forth to the music. The color of his eyes blaze into golden from their chocolatey hue at the actions of his mate.
Fuck, he whispers.
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