Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 340: Round Two

"Tie her up," Asher ordered before Violet could even catch her breath.

"What?" Violet blinked, spinning around just in time for Roman to catch her, steadying her like a predator cornering prey.

"No, wait. What are you guys up to?" Her heart slammed against her ribs now. Whatever this was, they weren't playing. The realization hit her like cold water. She might have gone too far this time.

Roman leaned down, brushing a kiss against her forehead. His voice was soft, almost soothing, but the cruel glint in his eyes said otherwise. "No need to panic, darling," he whispered. "We're only going to hurt you in the best way."

Her breath hitched.

Roman smiled wider. "Are you done yet?" he called out.

Violet's eyes widened in shock. That cunning fox had been distracting her, and by the time she noticed, it was too late. Griffin and Alaric had already worked the knots around her wrists and ankles. She pulled at them, but they didn't budge. They had her spread wide across the bed, every limb restrained.

The boys stepped back to admire their work.

"She looks beautiful," Alaric and Griffin said in unison, exchanging a glance of mutual surprise.

"She looks delicious," Roman corrected, his gaze predatory with his tongue flicking out—except it wasn't human anymore. A forked serpent's tongue darted out, and a cold shiver raced down Violet's spine. Whatever they had planned just turned serious.

Asher stepped forward, standing at the foot of the bed, eyes dragging over every inch of her body stretched and vulnerable. His gaze was molten, heavy, possessive, and his voice oozed power.

out on my altar," he murmured, low and dangerous. "Poor, poor

and something darker. She should be terrified.

big talk, Asher," she bit back. "When are you going to stop staring and

smile, the kind that made her

didn't reply to her directly.

turn, thunderboy. Show us what you've

side of the bed and sat down, crossing his

predator beneath the prince. His face shifted, darkness creeping across his expression. Violet

called out, her voice shaky, her heart pounding faster as Alaric stalked toward her, fingertips crackling

she tried to joke, her bravado faltering. "Instead of dragging it

a sinful mix of ticklish and electrifying —literally. Alaric drew circles on her body, light as a whisper, but searing with tingling shocks that sent

like a goddamn light bulb," she whimpered, lost between agony and bliss. "If I wasn't naked, I'd

see

dark promise and Violet tensed, anticipating his touch

helpless. She wanted him to stop, yet at the same time, wanted him to keep going. She needed more. She needed him. Anything to soothe the throbbing ache pooling between her legs. God, this was

even clamp her thighs together, the bastards had made sure of

against her ear, his breath hot,

he crashed his mouth over hers, Violet welcomed him hungrily. His tongue swept into her mouth, clashing with hers, fisting her hair as if he owned every