Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 813

Chapter 813: Control

Violet reached out tentatively, her hand slowly tracing the smooth tendons of his neck and down to his broad chest. Her eyes feasted on the tattoo of the dragon that stretched over those glorious muscles, the stunning black ink spanning his shoulders and trailing down his back.

She had no idea why he had chosen a dragon, but a funny thought crossed her mind. With a body like this, he really should have been a dragon shifter, not a wolf.

Nonetheless, she loved him exactly the way he was.

Violet’s fingers brushed over his nipple, relishing the sharp catch of his breath. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with all the wicked things she could do to the big boy standing before her.

Griffin caught that look and laughed, low and amused. "Wicked princess."

Violet’s smirk deepened. "You haven’t even tasted a scrap of the wicked ideas in my head yet , my beast."

To prove her thoughts, Violet leaned in and took his nipple into her mouth.

"Fuck!" Griffin groaned, his body jerking as his balance nearly gave out.

He looked down at her, catching the satisfaction gleaming in her eyes—eyes that never left his even as her tongue flicked out, circling his nipple in slow, teasing strokes.

"Goddess..." His voice dropped, rough and strained. The veins along his throat stood out, his head tipping back as his eyes squeezed shut. A low growl built in his chest.

When his eyes snapped open again, they flashed yellow—his wolf pushing forward—and locked onto hers. But Violet didn’t flinch. If anything, the challenge only fueled her. Her teeth grazed down, then bit him deliberately.

A string of colorful curses spilled from Griffin’s lips, his restraint slipping by the second. Violet was a wicked creature like this, dangerous, intoxicating, and completely in control.

Heat surged through him, every drop of blood rushing south, his body responding faster than his mind could keep up. Yeah, he was rock hard.

Violet’s hands turned greedy, roaming the hard planes of his back. Her fingers dug into his flesh, pressing, marking, as though she wanted to leave evidence of herself behind. Not that he minded, he’d wear her marks proudly for the whole world to see.

His hands roamed her body just as freely. She felt so small in his arms, yet so perfect.

His fingers found the hem of her shirt, gripping it before giving a sharp tug. It took no effort at all. The material tore apart in his hands as if it were nothing more than paper.

That snapped Violet out of it. She stepped back, staring down at her clothes now hanging in tatters. Her lips parted in disbelief before she pouted, shooting him a playful glare.

"Beast."

Griffin chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through her and sending heat straight to her core.

Inside her, Thalia purred in approval. Left to the wolf, she would have skipped the entire foreplay and taken what she wanted—wham bam, thank you!

But Violet was not an animal, and tonight was not going to be rushed. She would take her time with them. Savor them. Commit every touch, every feeling to memory, so even when they were gone, she would still feel them lingering on her skin.

She peeled off the tattered shirt and tossed it aside. Then she bent, sliding her pants down her legs until she stood in nothing but her underwear.

She could feel the shift immediately. The wolves in her mates stirred, dangerous and alert, watching... and waiting.

Griffin and Roman looked taut now, their muscles drawn tight beneath their skin, like beasts barely leashed.

Violet took a step toward Griffin but a low growl rumbled from Roman. Her attention snapped to him instead, a slow smirk curling her lips.

"Impatient, greedy Alpha, are you?"

While she and Griffin had been occupied, Roman had taken matters into his own hands. His pants were gone, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs.

Violet closed the distance between them.

She lifted her hand and cupped his face, her thumb brushing over the faint scatter of freckles across his nose. It was so subtle one could easily miss them.

But not her. It softened him. Made him look almost cute. The thought alone sent a flicker of mischief through her. For a second, Violet considered leaning in, tracing them with her tongue, but instead, her finger slid downward from his nose to his lips.

Perfectly shaped. Arrogant. And dangerously kissable lips.

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