Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 278: Made Love....

And yes, first of all, Violet needed air. So she broke away from the long, dirty kiss that had her so wet her panties had practically melted off.

Breathless, she took one good look at Asher. The soft glow of the lamp highlighted his features, making him look more handsome, more mysterious, like one of those ancient gods who descended to earth just to ruin women in myth and legend.

Asher was staring back at her with awe and wonder. But that wasn’t all there was. There was lust — thick, heavy, and darkening his eyes with an intensity that made her already pounding heart nearly combust. She could feel him too. Hard as stone beneath her, and throbbing for action.

And action it would get tonight.

Violet leaned in again, this time kissing along his neck. Once. Twice. She then trailed lower, down to his chest, the part of his body that carried the aftermath of his pain. His scars.

Henry had been cunning by choosing to hurt Asher in places that weren’t easily seen unless his shirt came off. His back was worse, crisscrossed with lash marks and wounds no child should ever bear. But Violet couldn’t reach his back in her current position, so she gave tender, reverent attention to his front.

Werewolves weren’t supposed to scar, not with their fast metabolism which always assured healing was complete. Which meant only one thing could leave behind wounds that deep.

Silver.

Violet didn’t need confirmation, she just knew it. Henry must have escalated his cruelty after Maria’s death. When Asher was younger, he obeyed blindly. But teenage age came with rebellion and the sick, insecure and controlling Henry must have found new, crueler ways to bend him back into submission.

The thought of that monster hurting him made Violet’s heart splinter. So she did the only thing she could. She kissed each scar one by one with trembling lips and devotion. She scoured his body with the kind of attention she wished someone had given him all those years ago. And even the smallest mark didn’t escape her touch.

Asher growled his satisfaction, one that made her heart leapt in response, thrilled and undone.

grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pulled it over her head, her breasts bouncing from the effort. Asher let out a low, animalistic growl, his

band of his pants only for Asher to hiss, "What are you

eyes made her breath hitch. He looked like he wanted to devour her completely, and without mercy. She could feel the tension in him,

hit her. Oh, this was a game. One the puppet master must enjoy immensely. A sly smile tugged at Violet’s lips. Fine.

sultry, rolling her hips slowly over the hard outline of

rough, like it cost him

Violet’s smile faltered.

you want

this.

being. Every breath I take," Asher said with ferocity, grinding into her to make his point. Violet moaned. Both of them were down to their underwear, the flimsy

her

a tenderness that contrasted the fire in his eyes. "I told you before. When I take you, it’ll be because you offered yourself. Because you begged for me." His

need. She ached for him like he

shook his head

was fed up with the teasing. She made a move to touch him only that Asher was

said tightly. "I brought you here,

rasp. "Let it never be said

a whisper so dark and filthy it made her toes curl, he said, "When it’s time to have you, Violet Purple, you won’t be begging for more—you’ll be begging me to stop. Because I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t