Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 217: Fury And Fire

Violet found herself responding to Roman’s heated kiss, their mouths crushing together in a furious clash.

Roman groaned against her lips, pressing his body so firmly to hers that there was barely any gap; the layers of clothing were practically useless, because she could feel every inch of him—especially one part of him that was definitely not soft.

Somewhere in the background, a soft rustle sounded in the woods, but neither of them noticed the retreating figures, too consumed by the raw fire of their kiss and the power struggle that fueled it.

They broke apart for a moment, gasping for air. Violet’s head spun, half her senses returning just enough for her to thunder, "What is this? I thought you were going to fight me!"

"Fight you? Physically?" Roman blinked at her as though the idea had only just occurred to him.

Then he scoffed with a lazy, sensual edge to his voice. "I’m sorry, my lady, but I’m a lover, not a fighter."

"What?" Violet was dumbfounded.

His green eyes smoldered as they roamed her flushed face, her parted lips still swollen from their kiss.

"And this," Roman murmured, his thumb brushing over her lower lip, "is how I fight my battles." He leaned in to whisper, "So let’s fight, Lady Purple. Show me your worst."

Violet barely had time to brace herself before Roman captured her lips again.

His hands clasped her face, tilting it just the way he wanted as his mouth slanted over hers, demanding and insistent. A low, pleased sound rumbled from his throat as she responded, her own fingers gripping the front of his shirt.

Roman didn’t kiss like he was giving, no, he kissed like he was taking. And gods—he was good.

she could stop it. In that instant, it felt like

a battle, and so

swore she was not thinking straight when her hand traveled down and closed over his

Dear God.

and longer than she thought. Not that she had thought about "it" a lot.

as she ran her fingers up and down his length. Violet felt a rush of power at the realization that the arrogant, self-assured Roman Draven, was unraveling under her

feel it in the way his kiss turned messy, almost desperate,

the first time she would be giving a member of the opposite sex a hand job and to think it was Roman of all people. All Violet had to rely on was her creativity, like circling the base of his member right

her and making her own core pulse. But Violet

delirious with pleasure, one hand digging into hair while the other gripped her waist, anchoring him through the waves

game over the moment she fondled his balls, noticing how his body tensed,

away from losing control, and thus being conquered, Roman abruptly pulled

need, yet smug

backed against the nearest tree, the rough bark pressing into her skin. Then Roman dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down her curves, gripping

sank in: her dream was playing out right

deep down, some reckless part of her wanted it. No matter how much she’d regret it when her

then, his green eyes dark with hunger. "Now it’s my turn. Let’s see how many hits you can

hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled

bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of sensation. She had definitely taken on more than

the rules—except no rules existed when they started this outrageous game. Roman, without warning, slipped a long, thick

over her mouth so

found her like this.She shouldn’t be frolicking with the enemy,