Defy The Alpha(s)-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.

Violet traced her fingers along the shape of his lips until Roman bit her.

"Ouch!" She glared at him.

Roman only grinned, wolfish and unapologetic. Then his tongue flicked out, licking across the tip of her finger. He circled it and then drew it into his mouth. He sucked. All while his eyes stayed locked on hers—dark, heavy with want.

Violet stared at him the whole time, spellbound. Each time he licked her finger, it was like a shock to her body, fueling the heat in the pit of her belly. She was so wet it was a miracle her panties hadn’t melted off.

She could tell Roman could smell her arousal with the way his nose flared. His gaze darkened further until the line between pupil and iris blurred wildly. At once, Violet pulled her finger away. Roman’s eyes cleared, but only slightly. He was wound tight, like a weapon about to be triggered.

Violet leaned in and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was gentle at first, their lips moving in tandem, as if getting to know each other. His scent washed over her, that tantalizing combination of pineapple and whipped cream teasing her all over. But only for a moment as his lips grew harder, the attraction between them intensifying.

She opened up for him, and Roman plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting, probing, and dominating with every sweep. He intended to consume her whole, and Violet held onto him, her head swimming. His hand was around her waist, holding her so tight it would leave bruises.

But Violet was not easily breakable. If anything, she craved this hardness, her lips meeting every demanding stroke. She matched him. Heat for heat. Strength for strength. He was her mate. And she was his.

While Roman kissed her senseless, Violet’s hand snaked into his briefs and—gods above—he was hard as a rock.

She stroked him and his breath faltered, a rumbling groan leaving his throat. But for once, Roman didn’t break the kiss. If anything, he deepened it.

His hand came up, gripping her hair, winding it around his fingers like a fist. Violet’s scalp prickled, but the sting only fed the hunger building inside her.

Roman grew insistent, nipping and tugging at her bottom lip until he drew blood and sucked it clean. He kissed her like he intended to swallow her whole. Violet kept up on her part, pumping his hardness and increasing her pace until Roman was panting, his breath hitting her face in short, sharp bursts.

He was close. Violet could tell by the way he thickened in her grip, and she was more than eager to drive him to the edge. But with their lips fused, she needed air too, and she was beginning to feel lightheaded.

So it became a challenge to see who would break first.

Roman seemed intent on kissing her until she passed out, but that was until she traced the head of him with her finger. Then he broke apart, panting hard for breath. Violet was heaving as well, her vision swimming slightly.

Griffin chuckled from the corner. "Both of you are crazy."

Roman looked at her, his eyes blown wide. His expression had shifted into something primal, and his voice was rough as he rasped, "Inside of you."

Violet lifted a brow.

He held her gaze and promised, "If I’m going to come, it would be inside of you." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

A shudder washed over Violet, wetness pooling between her legs at the same time. That was it. She couldn’t wait anymore. She wanted them.

Violet reached back and unclasped her bra, sliding it off slowly. She watched the way her mates’ eyes were drawn instantly to her chest, their mouths parting slightly as they took in the way her flesh moved.

Then she bent, hooking her fingers into her panties and dragging them down her legs until they pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of them.

She stood completely naked in front of them.

Violet caught the way their eyes darkened, their noses flaring as her scent hit them. Low rumbles built in their throats. Yet none of them moved as if waiting for her order.

Then Violet turned, glancing at them over her shoulder.

"See you both in bed."

And just like that, she walked toward the bedroom, completely bare, her hips swaying with quiet confidence.

Behind her, tortured groans followed.

Violet barely settled on the bed when Roman and Griffin rushed into the room like two unruly children racing for a prize.

The sight alone drew a slow smirk from her lips.

Control.

She loved it and in this case, wielded it like a weapon.