Defy The Alpha(s)-Chapter 814: Punish A Princess

Violet shifted, settling back against the headboard in a relaxed, almost lazy posture. Then, deliberately, she spread her legs.

It was an invitation. And also a command.

Her gaze lingered on them, half-lidded and knowing, her expression calm, almost arrogant like a queen on her throne, waiting to be served.

The effect was immediate.

Both of them stilled for half a second, their restraint snapping like a thread pulled too tight. Their breathing grew heavier, eyes darkening with hunger as they took in the glittering wetness.

It was quite unfortunate that this particular kind of foreplay happened to be Roman’s favorite pastime. Like a man starved and finally given exactly what he craved, Roman moved first — and fast.

Violet yelped as Roman reached her in a blink. He grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed, his grip firm, and almost rough in his urgency. Her legs were pushed wider, held open without effort.

"Roman—"

But whatever she meant to say died in her throat because his mouth was already on her.

Sweet creator of the entire universe.

A sharp gasp tore from Violet’s lips, her back arching instantly at the contact. Roman feasted on her with hunger, like he meant to ruin her completely.

As if that wasn’t enough, his hands locked around her thighs, keeping her exactly where he wanted her, his control absolute despite the frenzy in him.

Violet’s fingers flew to his hair, gripping tightly, having no idea whether to push him away or pull him closer—she did the latter.

She was no longer thinking, her mind slipping under the assault of sensation.

"Greedy Alpha..." she breathed, though there was no real protest in her voice, only heat and need thrumming through her.

Roman chuckled against her, the sound vibrating through her as more wetness trickled down. He licked it, no, consumed it like a cat unwilling to share his prize with anyone.

Griffin stood before them, watching with darkened eyes. He had undressed completely, now stroking that weapon of female destruction he housed between his legs.

His gaze locked with Violet’s, who was lost to the throes of passion. Her hair was disheveled in a way that only made her look sexier, beads of sweat glistening on her skin, her mouth parted, her eyes half-lidded with need.

Griffin groaned, his hand moving faster, the image of her seared into his mind. Violet’s composure was long gone. She was moaning, unashamed, riding Roman’s face, the pleasure too strong to resist. So when Roman slipped a finger inside her, and then another, she knew she was done for.

He thrust hard and fast, curling his fingers at just the right angle, hitting that spot again and again. There was only so much a girl could take. Violet was pulled into an orgasm so quickly it tore her from reality, a cry ripping from her throat as she clutched Roman tightly.

Her nails elongated into claws, digging into his skin, drawing blood.

But Roman did not stop, cleaning up her wetness as she rode out her orgasm until there was nothing left to give. Only then did he press a lingering kiss on her clit, as if saying good girl, before finally pulling away.

Roman’s entire chin was slick, and Violet stared at him as if seeing him in a new light. No one could tell her otherwise—he was a sex god brought to life.

A guttural sound drew their attention, and they turned to see Griffin finishing, ropes of his release spilling as his body tensed.

Roman leaned in and whispered into her ear, both of their eyes still on Griffin. "This is what you do to us, little mate. This is what you reduce us to—nothing but primal beasts craving you." As if to emphasize his words, his tongue swept slowly across his lower lip, his eyes flashing hungrily with his wolf.

The look in his eyes should have unsettled Violet. Instead, her wolf rose within her, her core pulsing with need. Just like that, she was ready again.

Roman’s eyes twinkled darkly. "Griffin," he ordered. "Come. Hold our mate down. It’s time we taught her a little lesson."

Griffin prowled toward her, all six-foot-six of him radiating intent. For a moment, Violet’s heart skipped, a flicker of uncertainty rising as she tried to read them.

Distracted, she didn’t realize what was happening until Roman pressed her back into the bed, her wrists caught and pinned above her head in one smooth motion.

"Hold that, would you?"

Griffin complied, pinning her hands to the bed. Violet tested his hold, but all she managed to do was strain her muscles. His grip was as good as iron.

"You’re ours now, Little Vi."

Yep. Violet realized it then. She was completely at their mercy.

Roman settled between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. But he didn’t push in like she expected. Instead, he dragged the tip slowly through her wetness, spreading it, teasing her.

A soft, helpless sound slipped from her throat. Goddess above. This was sweet torture.

"You like that, don’t you, little mate?" He smirked as he tormented her a little more.

"Please." She begged him.

"Please what?" There was a dangerous gleam in Roman’s eyes.

"Please... just take me already," Violet hissed out.

Roman laughed, smug as ever. "As you wish, princess."

Then he thrust forward, sheathing himself inside her in one deep stroke. Violet cried out, her body jolting from the force of it.

Fuck her life. He didn’t ease her into it, he practically impaled her.

Violet was panting now, relishing the sweet fullness of him inside her. But Roman didn’t give her time to brace herself.

"Punishment time, princess. Don’t scream too much."

And then he moved.

Roman drove into her like an angry bull at the sight of red. The bed shook beneath them, the force of it rattling through the room as moans, mewls, and broken sounds spilled from her lips.

Dear lord, he was going to break her in two. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Roman took his pleasure from her, moving exactly how he wanted, claiming every inch without restraint.

But even with the sweet torture, Violet was not complaining. She loved the way he owned, dominated, and claimed her body.

It was just frustrating that she couldn’t use her hands. Like yanking at his hair or clawing at his back until he bled.

Anything—anything other than thrashing and screaming beneath him as he fucked her senseless.

It was quick. The pleasure rising like a crescendo. And then it crashed over her.

Hard.

Violet bucked, her back arching as a soundless scream ripped from her throat, because Griffin had chosen that exact moment to kiss her, stealing the sweet sound from her lips.

But that was not the end because Roman was nowhere close to stopping. And it wasn’t even Griffin’s turn yet.

Goddess, save her.