Defy The Alpha(s)-Chapter 815: Consumed By Pleasure

Note: This Chapter includes mature, intimate scenes. Please read at your discretion.

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Violet’s body hadn’t even recovered when the next wave began to build again. Gods above, it was too much. Her chest rose and failed rapidly as she tried — and failed — to catch her breath. Every nerve in her body felt raw, exposed like a live wire, buzzing and alive in the most dangerous way.

Roman didn’t slow. If anything, her reactions only encouraged him.

"Already falling apart on me?" he muttered, voice rough with satisfaction.

Violet glared at him, her words came out more like a whimper. "Shut up, asshole..." There was no bite to it.

Behind her, Griffin hands still wrapped around her wrists, tightened just enough to remind her she wasn’t going anywhere.

Then one of his hands slipped free, and settled on her breast, massaging the perfectly shaped flesh one after the other.

They fit perfectly in his hands, warm and soft, yet firm enough to make him groan at the feel. Violet sighed, arching up, aching for more of his touch. Those rough hands on her sent tingles that shoot straight to her core. And she wanted more. It was not enough.

Griffin swirled his finger around the rosy nipple, fascinated by the way it pebbled.

Violet moaned, shivers running down her spine. Right now, she was being torn apart by two different heavenly sensations.

Another thrust from Roman stole the breath from her lungs, her body jolting under the force of it. Then Griffin lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth.

Violet cried out, the sensation striking deep and fast. Griffin sucked, licked, nipped, and then pulled at her nipple. It was absolute torture because it felt like there was a cord connecting her breast to her clit, and with every lick, every pull, the sensation shot straight there.

Her toes curled. Nor could she form words, just breathless, broken moans.

Roman huffed out a laugh. "I see someone having a good time."

Violet didn’t even get the chance to retort, already surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body. Goddess. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t focus. Couldn’t do anything except feel.

Griffin moved to her other breast, sucking on it greedily like his life depended on it, a sharp contrast to Roman’s relentless pace.

The difference nearly drove her mad.

They were two forces. Two different rhythms. Both pulling her apart in entirely different ways.

"Look at you," Roman breathed, watching her unravel. "All this... just for us."

Violet tried to respond, but the words tangled somewhere in her throat because another orgasm was rising.

Higher.

Faster.

Unstoppable.

Her fingers dug into the bed, her body tensing.

"Roman..." Violet gasped, not even sure what she was asking for anymore.

Without a word, Roman drove her straight into it, pushing her harder and harder until a broken cry spilled from her lips, her head spinning as everything around her dissolved into sensation.

This time, Griffin didn’t steal the sound, letting her fall apart completely. And then, with one last savage thrust, Roman stilled inside her.

Violet felt his release, the heat of it spilling inside her. She would need a herb if she didn’t want to end up pregnant after this.

Roman didn’t pull out immediately. He remained there, riding out the aftershocks with her.

He reached out, brushing her hair away from her face. Her skin was coated in a sheen of sweat, flushed and glowing.

Still hard, Roman finally pulled out of her. As much as he wanted to stay buried inside her forever, there was another Alpha patiently waiting his turn.

Griffin didn’t move in immediately. He remained in that position. Instead, he began to kiss Violet. Short, brief kisses on her nose, her eyes, her neck, her chest, as if applauding her for a job well done.

During that time, Roman vanished, only to return with a towel, which he used to wipe her clean. They had really made a mess. Not that it bothered Griffin, who then climbed onto the bed and grabbed Violet effortlessly, placing her on top of him.

Violet understood what he wanted immediately. She reached behind her for his hard cock, positioned it at her entrance, and eased down slowly. Griffin’s breath stuttered while Violet breathed deeply through her mouth, taking him inch by inch.

Griffin was huge, filling her completely. Roman’s release inside her made the whole thing smoother. She shifted her hips, finally settling fully against him, the both of them gasping at the same time.

Goddess of the Free Fae. Violet had to admit this position made her feel incredibly full, like he fit exactly.

Then she began to move against him. Griffin’s hands moved to her waist, cupping her ass and guiding her down, controlling the pace as she rocked against him.

A low groan tore from his throat, his head falling back against the bed as he watched her.

"Just like that..." he muttered, his grip tightening slightly, urging her to move again.

Violet braced her hands against his chest, finding her rhythm, slow at first before building into a pace that made her breath hitch.

Griffin met her halfway, his hips lifting to meet every motion, his control slipping with each second.

"Fuck..." he breathed, eyes darkening as he stared up at her, completely captivated.

Above him, her hair falling over her shoulder, her breasts bouncing as she moved, Violet was a sight—wild, flushed, and unbearably beautiful.

A fucking goddess.

He wanted her. All of her. Both the good and the bad parts. Even her soul. He needed to possess every bit of it.

"I want more of you." Griffin grumbled, taking over.

His hands dictated Violet’s pace, dragging her down hard, then lifting her just enough before slamming her back onto him again.

Violet gasped, her fingers clutching at his chest as her rhythm was completely stolen from her. Her body yielded, giving in completely as he used her the way he wanted, guiding every movement, and setting every pace.

A sharp smack echoed through the room.

Violet cried out, her body jolting at the sudden sting as Griffin’s hand came down on her ass.

"Work for it," he ordered.

"What?" Violet was confused, overwhelmed by pleasure.

Another slap on her flesh and she got it.

This time she moved faster, harder, her body responding instinctively, chasing the feeling, chasing him.

"That’s it," Griffin growled, gripping her tighter. "Don’t slow down."

Violet obeyed, riding him harder now, her movements turning frantic as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her. Moans spilled freely from her lips, growing louder, and more desperate.

Griffin spanked her again, the sound mixing with her cries, pushing her further, driving her on.

"Louder," he demanded.

And she broke.

Violet’s voice rose, her moans turning into breathless cries as she lost herself completely, her body working harder, and faster, chasing the edge he was dragging her toward.

Griffin held her there—controlled her there—watching her unravel under him, a dark satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Good girl," he muttered again, forcing her down one more time.

And Violet screamed, her orgasm rippled through her hard. Her juices gushed around him. She panted hard.

That was not enough for Griffin. The sound of her breaking seemed to snap something in him.

With one hand locked around her hip while the other slid up her spine, he dragged her body forward until she was flush against his chest.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice low, and commanding.

Violet tried—goddess, she tried—but her vision blurred, her body too far gone, too consumed by the pleasure he was forcing out of her.

Another sharp thrust upward met her descent, knocking a cry straight out of her.

"There you go..." Griffin murmured, his lips brushing her jaw, his breath hot against her skin. "Take it, princess."

His pace didn’t falter. If anything, it grew more punishing.

He drove into her with controlled force, lifting her and slamming her back down in a rhythm that left no room for thought, only sensation.

Only him.

Violet’s hands clutched at his shoulders now, nails digging in, her body trembling as the pressure built once more, fast and overwhelming.

"Griffin—" she gasped, the sound breaking apart on his name.

"I know," he cut in, voice rough. "I feel it."

Of course he did.

The bond thrummed between them, alive, electric, feeding into every movement, every breath, every pulse of pleasure tearing through her.

"Then take it," he growled.

And Violet did.

She shattered again, her entire body tightening as a scream tore free, her head falling forward against his shoulder as the world blurred into white heat.