Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400: Don’t Stop

She was not getting pregnant.

Violet took those words back the moment the fog around her mind began to lift. The mating fever had finally eased, though she could still feel it humming beneath her skin like an ever-annoying, invisible itch. But at least she could think again.

And right now, she needed to get out of this damn forest and find Adele. She prayed whatever contraceptive the healer had given her that day was "extremely" effective, because frankly, Griffin had literally fucked her brains out in the short time they’d spent here.

Not just Adele. Violet needed to see her other boyfriends. And while she and Griffin hadn’t talked about it, it was obvious this was going to become a very complicated situation.

It was said that once the mate bond struck, the only person you’d crave, think about, or desire was your mate. Other men would repulse you, your body, mind and soul belonging to one person only.

But that wasn’t the case here. Not even close.

Violet very much thought about them. In fact, she was worried sick. It had been days since their disappearance. She knew those guys and she bet they were probably tearing Aster City apart looking for her.

"The boys are coming for us, aren’t they?" Violet asked softly, glancing at Griffin with concern.

"Definitely. And that’s what scares me. Asher, especially," Griffin muttered.

Violet gulped. Just the thought of Asher leaving the hospital to search for her made her stomach twist. She wouldn’t forgive herself if anything happened to him.

"I honestly don’t know where the hell we are," Griffin said, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around. "But I’m guessing we’re out of Aster City and our best bet is retracing our steps."

"You mean going back to our kidnappers?" she deadpanned.

"I can handle them. Kinda already did." Griffin puffed his chest out, proud and smug as if remembering the carnage he’d left behind.

Violet rolled her eyes. Men and their egos. It was ridiculous, yet hot. There was something inherently sexy about having someone strong enough to burn down the world for you. Or in his case "Pound" them — the beast’s strength was scary.

Her lips curved into a teasing smirk. "I remember clearly that was The Beast’s doing. In fact..." she purred, stepping closer, "I’m thinking he deserves a reward. Maybe I’ll give him a better name. Something that gives him an identity, other than just ’the animal.’ Although, The Beast doesn’t sound so bad either."

But Griffin’s expression changed. He frowned. "Don’t encourage him, Violet. The Beast is dangerous."

"He’s still a part of you."

"A part I can’t control."

"Maybe that’s the problem," Violet countered. "You’re trying to control him. What if he just wants his own different identity, yet not separate from you."

"You’re talking about an aggressive, super-strong entity with the emotional maturity of a rock. Or have you forgotten he nearly took you?"

"Well," Violet shrugged, her voice turning into a breathy tease, "That was the mating bond wanting us to connect. And considering we’ve been fucking like animals all day, you can’t exactly blame the guy for wanting in on a little action."

"Really, Violet?" Griffin groaned in disbelief, his voice ragged with exasperation and arousal.

Unbothered, Violet stepped closer enough to tease, but careful not to touch him. She wasn’t letting the fever win this round. Not yet.

She leaned in with a sultry whisper. "Don’t delude yourself, Big man. One day, The Beast and I are going to get a bit of action. I don’t know how or why, but I find myself craving you in all forms."

"Fuck, Violet!" Griffin growled, eyes darkening as he glanced down helplessly at his dick which had risen, rock-hard.

And well, they were both still naked.

Thanks to Griffin shredding her clothes like some rabid alpha in heat—with no thought about what she’d wear on the way back—and his having been annihilated the moment he shifted into the beast, they were left entirely naked.

Oh no. Not now.

Oh yes. Now.

Griffin pulled out with a ragged breath, and let the rest of his seed streak across her body just the way his wolf demanded. He was marking her. Claiming and painting her in his scent as his wolf cheered and chanted possessively in his mind, Mine. Mine. Mine.