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.

hem of her nightgown and pulled it over her head, her breasts bouncing from

his pants only for Asher to hiss,

misread the moment? But that didn’t seem to be the case. In fact, the raw hunger in Asher’s eyes made her breath hitch. He looked like he wanted to devour her completely, and without mercy. She could feel

puppet master must enjoy immensely. A sly smile tugged at Violet’s lips. Fine. She’d

she purred, her voice sultry, rolling her hips slowly over the hard

low, rough, like it

Violet’s smile faltered.

tinged with vulnerability. "I don’t understand. Don’t you want this? Or..." her voice dropped, quieter now, "don’t

fear that maybe, just maybe, she was alone in this. But that didn’t

you, my purple queen with every fiber of my 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 barriers practically nonexistent between them.

Violet whispered, her golden eyes

you before. When I take you, it’ll be because you offered yourself. Because

now," Violet protested, voice cracking with need. She ached for him like he

shook his head

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

said tightly. "I brought you here, Violet. Who’s to say you’re not acting under the influence of my

never be said that I was cowardly enough to

begging me to stop. Because I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t know your right from your left, won’t know where your pleasure ends and mine begins. You won’t leave my bed, at least not