Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 367: Greedy For More

Waking up to see that grin on Asher’s face had to be a dream come true. Violet swore her heart was about to burst clean out of her chest from the sheer joy of it.

"Good morning, love," Asher whispered sexily as he gently tucked away a tangled strand of her hair that definitely resembled a bird’s nest.

"Good morning, my monster," she murmured, smiling.

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Violet leaned up and kissed him, soft at first, until Asher took over. He rolled her onto her back, deepening the kiss with urgency. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she welcomed him eagerly, sucking on it, fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer.

A guttural sound rumbled from his throat as the kiss turned reckless. His hand found her breast and squeezed, firm and possessive, while her hips rocked against him, desperate for the friction her aching core demanded.

By the time Asher pulled away, Violet was a boneless, gasping mess beneath him.

His chest heaved as he stared down at her. "Be careful what you wish for, love. I’m a hairbreadth away from losing control."

But Violet just smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck, grinding into him again. "Who said anything about control?"

Asher froze. He was arched like a predator tasting blood, and then that dark, wicked smile curled across his face.

"You asked for it then."

Then his tongue enveloped her nipple, and Violet arched into him with a cry. Her head fell back in pure, unfiltered pleasure, her lips parting with a strangled gasp.

least a little. But it hadn’t even dulled. Not even one bit. If anything, she wanted Asher more.

they’d gone at it last night, she’d probably be

writhed beneath him, her hand tangling in his hair and pressing

circled and teased one peak, his hand found the other, massaging it, then rolling the nipple between his fingers until it danced on that exquisite

levitate right off the bed.

to trail kisses along her jaw, down her throat, nibbling at her shoulder. Violet

Asher shifted. He moved back, spread her thighs apart, and the second her legs opened, her walls clenched with greedy

when he threw one of her legs over his shoulder, gripped her hips, and in one smooth, perfect motion,

deep inside her, stretching her oversensitive, overstimulated pussy. It was a sweet, aching mix of pain and pleasure that made Violet gasp. She should have a break from sex, but she was greedy

began

she hadn’t even known existed until now. Her

her, plowing into

with every thrust and drowning in pleasure. Her fingers tangled in her

fuck you savagely hard. The way I own your body. The way

punishing thrusts, the slick, filthy sounds of their bodies colliding

Yes! Yes!" was all Violet could cry out, overwhelmed, consumed, entirely at his mercy,

it. The way Asher owned her, deliciously and gloriously,

and unstoppable. And when it crashed over her, she screamed his name.

the very