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.

tongue swept past 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

battle, and

not thinking straight when her hand traveled down and closed over

Dear God.

was thicker and longer than she thought. Not that she

fingers up and down his length. Violet felt a rush of power at the realization that the

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

hand job and to think it was Roman of all people. All Violet had

sound vibrating through her and making her own core pulse. But Violet forced herself to

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

she fondled his balls, noticing how his body tensed, muscles taut. So

and thus being

Purple," he rasped, his voice thick with need, yet smug with victory. "But I’ve been playing

pressing into her skin. Then Roman dropped to his knees, his

widened as it sank in: her dream was

game. Yet deep down, some reckless part of her wanted it. No

hunger. "Now it’s my

her smooth, soft thighs. Violet let out a shaky gasp as he hooked his fingers into her panties and

Violet bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of sensation.

against the rules—except no rules existed when they started this outrageous

hand over her mouth so her

want to imagine the judgment in their eyes if they found her like this.She shouldn’t be frolicking with the enemy, but right about now, she