Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 321: Souvenir

Violet’s eyes widened. "A-are you sure?"

Griffin caught her hand and pressed a warm kiss to her knuckles, his voice laced with amusement. "Just admit you’ve been lusting after my hair."

Violet couldn’t help it. Laughter burst out of her. Damn it, he was right. She had been obsessing over his hair. What a weirdo she was.

"Let’s go, then." Griffin didn’t even hesitate. With a devilish grin, he scooped Violet up by the waist and carried her straight toward the shower.

"Wait—Griffin!" she squealed, laughing as she clutched his shoulders, but he was already sliding the door open with one hand and stepping inside with her in his arms.

"Trust me, you’ll want to see this," he murmured with that teasing glint in his eyes.

Violet barely caught her breath before he set her down and gestured toward the built-in shelf lined with an impressive lineup of shampoos. She blinked, genuinely stunned.

"Is this sandalwood?" she murmured, fingers grazing the bottle. She picked up another one and smiled. "Peppermint... cedar... citrus bergamot? Griffin, what are you— secretly running a hair spa in here?"

Griffin let out a deep chuckle. "What can I say? Even a big guy needs to take care of the goods. Besides, you should blame my mother for that." He tossed his hair back with a grin. "Pick your poison, queen."

Violet shook her head in amused disbelief and reached for the cedar and sandalwood blend, popping the cap open to let the rich, earthy scent fill the air. "Mmm. This one’s you."

Griffin stepped under the water, his long hair soaking instantly as the steam filled the space. Violet hesitated only for a moment before stepping behind him, rising on her toes, while her fingers slipped into his thick, wet hair.

that," Griffin teased over

shampoo into his hair, her fingertips working with slow, circular motions as the lather built. His groan was low and unguarded, vibrating through his chest as she worked, and

Violet’s sleeves and clinging to her skin. She laughed breathlessly as a stream

have a stool or something?"

turned his head slightly with a

around her thighs, and lifting her off the

winding around his neck as she laughed. "Okay, okay, you

at her waist. "Told

was quite comfortable. If

pressed her fingers back into his hair, rinsing out the last of the lather between soft giggles. The closeness, the heat of the water, the rough

rinsed him clean, brushing the wet strands away from his face as his vivid brown eyes met hers. It was dark, hungry, and locked on her like she was

in a kiss that

his damp hair. The heat of the shower, the wet slide of skin, the muffled sounds of their kisses, every part of it blended into a heady, feverish

resting against his as she tried to catch her breath. She looked down, and burst

she swiped water from her face as her soaked clothes

eyes dark with affection and mischief. "Yeah.

shoved at Griffin’s chest, laughing as he carefully lowered her back onto the floor. He seemed genuinely happy as he brushed

grab anything from my closet," Griffin murmured, giving her a crooked grin.

mischief, her voice dropping into a sultry purr. "I could join you,

lashes dramatically, with that teasing little smile she