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.

could stop it. In that instant, it felt like Roman truly was some god of pleasure, stealing her breath and leaving her teetering on the

a battle, and

when her hand traveled

Dear God.

thought. Not that she had thought about "it"

a rush of power at the realization that the arrogant, self-assured Roman Draven, was unraveling under

the one in charge and she could feel it in the way his kiss

be the first time she would be giving a member of the opposite sex a hand job and

making her own core pulse. But

pleasure, one hand digging into hair while the other gripped her waist,

was game over the moment she fondled his balls, noticing how his body tensed, muscles taut. So she gave a wicked squeeze, eager to push

a mere breath away from losing control, and thus being conquered, Roman abruptly pulled back

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

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

sank in: her dream was

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

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

thighs. Violet let out a shaky gasp as he hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down. Then Roman buried his face between her folds, finding

sudden onslaught of sensation. She had definitely

no rules existed when they started this outrageous game. Roman, without warning, slipped

Violet choked out, pressing a hand over her mouth so her roommates wouldn’t

the judgment in their eyes if they found her like this.She shouldn’t be frolicking with the enemy, but