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.

her lips, deep and unrelenting, coaxing a moan out of her before she could stop it. In that instant, it felt like Roman truly was some god of pleasure, stealing her breath and leaving her teetering on

was a battle, and so far,

she was not thinking straight when her hand traveled down

Dear God.

hot. Not just that, Roman was thicker and longer than she thought. Not that she

length. Violet felt a rush of power at the realization that

was the one in charge and she could feel it in the way his kiss turned messy, almost desperate, as if he was struggling to

the opposite sex a hand job and to think

own core pulse. But Violet forced herself to remain controlled, determined to win

grew delirious with pleasure, one hand digging into hair while the

body tensed, muscles taut. So

and thus being conquered, Roman abruptly pulled back

voice thick with need, yet smug with victory. "But I’ve been playing this

backed against the nearest tree, the rough bark pressing into her

eyes widened as it sank in: her dream was playing

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

looked up at her then, his green eyes dark with hunger. "Now it’s my turn. Let’s

undershirt, hands traveling up her smooth, soft thighs. Violet let out a shaky gasp as he hooked his

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

started this outrageous game. Roman, without warning, slipped a long, thick

choked out, pressing a hand over her mouth so her

didn’t want to imagine the judgment in their eyes if they found her like