"I think one glass wouldn't hurt."
Negan's brows furrowed as soon as those words left my mouth.
He hesitated, his lips parting with uncertainty. "Uh... Are you sure? This is a pretty strong brand and–"
"But you asked me earlier if I wanted some." I pointed out, arching an eyebrow.
Gosh, why was he suddenly being so difficult?
It was just alcohol...
"I did ask if you wanted some." He admitted, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "But I only did that to be polite. I never expected you'd want to drink."
The corner of my lips curled into a smirk as I leaned closer, placing my hand on the bottle of whiskey. "Come on, Beta Negan. Who offers a woman alcohol to be 'polite'? Be for real right now."
He bit his lips, hesitation still evident in his eyes. But I'd pierced his defenses and convinced him enough.
"Fine." He mumbled, gently yanking the bottle of whiskey away from me.
He proceeded to pour me a glass and handed it over to me, his gaze curious.
I raised my glass into the air, thanking him with a whisper before I gulped down the entire glass.
The sting of the alcohol behind my throat made me shudder, my eyes getting wet with hot tears which I cleaned off with the back of my hand.
"Phew! I needed that." I breathed out, chuckling when I saw the look in Negan's eyes.
He blinked in stunned silence, his mouth agape as I waved my now empty glass in front of him, asking him for another shot.
Eventually, he came back to his senses, shaking his head with an amused smirk. "I've never seen a woman down an entire glass of whiskey like that." He remarked.
I rolled my eyes, crossing one leg on top of the other as he turned me another glass, probably thinking my tolerance level was high.
But the truth was, I was already feeling woozy, my sight a little hazy.
However, on the bright side, I could no longer hear my wolf's annoying howls or the thoughts that threatened to cripple me. My mind finally had some semblance of peace.
"Well, Beta Negan. It seems I'm unlike other women." I winked at him as I took a sip from the new glass he gave me. "I mean, I am the Moon's Chosen after all."
We both chuckled, my gaze still fixed on Negan as he turned a glass for himself, though he drank it in a more gentlemanly way.
For a moment as we laughed, I felt like my heat was calming down.
But after a few minutes... My body began heating up.
It got to the point that I had to use my hand to fan myself, hyperventilating as I tried my best to look away from Negan.
However, it was too late.
"Hey, are you okay?" He held my shoulder, forcing me to look at him.
With the silence of my wolf, I had my gaze fixed on him and began realizing how hot he was. From his face to his beautiful hazel eyes and then, of course, his broad shoulders.
I swear, those shoulders looked as sturdy as mountains now that I scrutinized them, and so did his shirt.
He wore a white long-sleeve shirt that had two of its buttons undone, exposing a little part of his hairy chest to my view.
"Art..." I ended up muttering out loud, biting my lips, unable to peel my gaze away from his chest.
However, when my gaze went up to his face, I saw the confusion in his eyes. But then he burst into laughter, his cheeks getting redder than a cherry.
"Are you calling me a piece of art?" He asked the obvious.
I grinned, subconsciously covering my mouth with my right hand while shoving him lightly with the other.
But my left hand accidentally fell on his crotch just then, causing my face to heat up with embarrassment and shock.
He was hard!
"Oh, my..." He chuckled softly, his gaze falling on my hand on his crotch. "Maybe the whiskey was too strong. I feel... I feel..."
He trailed off, struggling with his words.
Even though he didn't explain how he felt, I also felt the same way. What was going on?
"I'm sorry for... That." He pointed at his hardened penis, his words almost slurry. "I guess I found you... Intriguing. I mean, you're a natural beauty but you also managed to keep your anger in check when you were humiliated publicly."
My face heated up with a hotter blush as I stared into his eyes, my hands still on his crotch.
Why wasn't I withdrawing my hand?!
It seemed he was noticing my struggle to stay focused as he leaned in closer, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay? Y– you don't look so good." He asked, his voice laced with concern.
Okay? How was I supposed to be 'okay' when a man I'd been secretly crushing on confessed his feelings to me?
I tried nodding my head but ended up staring into his eyes. I felt like if I stared into them a little longer, I'd get lost and unable to swim out.
But yet, something urged me to keep on staring until I began leaning in closer, my hand still on Negan's crotch.
"Uh... Phoebe?" Negan's voice was almost inconceivable now. "What are you doing?"
I brought my lips merely inches from his, the only thing stopping me now being his hand on my face, preventing me from inching closer.
The scent of his cologne lingered on his fingers, making me feel like melting into his touch.
"Oh, come on, Negan." I purred, my other hand gripping his rock-hard dick now. "What's wrong? I thought you just admitted... Admitted to liking me?"
I bit my lips, questioning myself if I knew what I was doing or if it was just the heat speaking.
Nah, this was beyond my wolf's heat now. These were true feelings I harbored, brought out by something.
But what could that be?
"You're my best friend's mate, Phoebe." Negan's words brought me back to reality. "And the Moon's Chosen, not to mention the pack's Luna. This... This would be blasphemy."
Blasphemy?
I chuckled, groggily placing my other hand around the hand Negan used to shove my face away from his, bringing it down easily.
"The only 'blasphemy' here is your so-called best friend rejecting me and the Moon goddess will publicly." My lips were now mere centimeters away from his. "Anything other than that is tame, to be honest."
He gulped, his hands slowly wrapping around my waist.
However, to my surprise, the shy Beta was the one who made the first move, kissing me.
On the lips!
I did say Kaene's lips tasted like strawberries, but Negan's tasted like bitter coffee mixed with a creamy sweetness.
That told me the man liked coffee and was always busy... Hold up, why was I thinking of coffee right now?
Shutting out my thoughts, I cupped Negan's face with my hands, reciprocating his kiss with a higher ferocity that left both of us breathless.
Just when his hands began trailing my body, causing a moan to escape my lips, I pulled out.
"Did you hear that?" I asked, my heart jumping into my throat when I heard a familiar feminine voice.