Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 70: Vixen

~ Alaric ~

Alaric Storm knew trouble when he saw it, and right now, he was neck-deep in it. The kind of trouble that felt dangerously sweet, the kind that tasted like sin and smelled of temptation. For the first time, he could perhaps understand why Asher was so fixated on this girl. Violet Palmer was a forbidden fruit, one that he should never have touched. And yet, here he was, entangled, hooked, and unable to let go.

She kissed him like she owned him, her lips relentless and hungry, claiming his mouth with a ferocity that left him stunned. Her kisses were aggressive, her teeth grazing his bottom lip until she drew blood. Violet moaned low in her throat as if the metallic taste of his blood was the most decadent thing she’d ever savored.

Alaric groaned, trying to keep up with her pace, though his mind was spinning. Everything was happening too fast, too sudden. This wasn’t how he envisioned their encounter to go. He’d come to investigate Asher’s obsession with her, not to fall victim to the same magnetic pull. If Violet was collecting hearts, he had no desire to become one of her trophies. Elsie’s games had been enough for a lifetime—he didn’t need a second round.

And yet, no matter how much his rational side screamed at him to pull away, he couldn’t. He didn’t want her to stop. There was something different about this. Unlike the other women who sought him out for the thrill of kissing the lightning prince, Violet made him feel like he didn’t need to hide. He didn’t need his gloves, didn’t need to hold back his power. In her presence, he could let go, lose control.

When Violet finally broke the kiss, Alaric thought it was over. Relief and regret tangled in his chest. But then, she pushed against his chest with surprising strength, and he stumbled back into the chair behind him. His breath hitched as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him without hesitation.

Alaric forgot how to breathe. The pressure of her sitting directly on his arousal sent a surge of heat rushing through him, and his hands instinctively gripped the armrests to keep himself grounded.

he groaned, her name slipping from his lips like a prayer, a plea, and a

in another fiery kiss. She was like a vixen, wild and untamed,

to ignite a great fire within him, setting his very soul ablaze. Control? It was a distant memory now,

her tongue slipped into his mouth and stroked against his, Alaric couldn’t stop himself. He sucked on it, earning a soft whimper from her that sent a jolt of

to his need. She began to move against him, her hips grinding in a way that had him groaning so loudly he was sure anyone outside could hear. But did he care? Not one bit. He’d bitten the

large hands gripping her firmly as he encouraged her movements. He facilitated her speed, guiding

the room, a symphony of desire as they chased the fiery heat that burned between them. Their tongues continued their heated tango, their breaths mingling as they moved faster and faster,

edge. He grabbed Violet by the hair, pulling her into an even deeper kiss, desperate and furious with need. She rode him harder, faster, her

leaned back heavily against the chair. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his mind hazy and

incredible. Violet had completely unraveled him, leaving him wondering what the hell had just happened—and why he

send a fresh jolt of heat through him, making his already spent body yearn for more. Alaric groaned inwardly, his mind grappling with the fact that he needed to