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.

Griffin teased over his

massaging the 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

water poured down around them, soaking Violet’s sleeves and clinging to her skin. She laughed breathlessly as

Griffin, this is horrible! Don’t you have a stool or something?" she protested, half-laughing as

a smirk. "I have something

could ask, he reached around her, his strong arms wrapping around her thighs, and lifting her off the ground

instinctively winding around his neck as she

hands secure at

It was quite comfortable. If you

heart racing, Violet balanced herself and 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 strength of his chest under her fingertips, had all tangled together, turning something as simple as washing his

met hers. It was dark, hungry, and locked on her like she was the only thing in the

before Griffin tilted his head, his lips catching hers in a kiss that was soft at first, then deepened as

waist, pressing her flush against him as her fingers slid through his damp hair. The heat of the

was gasping softly, her forehead resting against his as she tried to catch her breath. She looked down, and burst into

she swiped water from her face as her soaked clothes clung to her

lazily, his eyes dark with affection and mischief. "Yeah. But

onto the floor. He seemed genuinely happy

from my closet," Griffin murmured, giving her a

gleamed with mischief, her voice dropping into a sultry purr. "I could

with that teasing little smile she knew