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.

She’d thought last night would’ve sated her. That the hunger would fade, at least a little. But it hadn’t even

that shot from Adele yesterday before the gala. Otherwise, with the number of times they’d gone at it last night, she’d

with his teeth, and Violet writhed beneath him, her hand tangling in his hair and pressing him harder against her chest. The sensation was intoxicating, it was just the right blend

found the other, massaging it, then rolling the nipple between his fingers until it danced on that exquisite

dramatically it looked like she was about to levitate right off the bed. It was

away, only to trail kisses along her jaw, down her throat, nibbling at her

shifted. He moved back, spread her thighs apart, and the second her

one of her legs over his shoulder, gripped her

her, stretching her oversensitive, overstimulated pussy. It was a sweet, aching mix

he began to

this position, every thrust hit a new sweet spot—ones she

God!" Violet squealed when Asher began slamming into her, plowing

in pleasure. Her

hard. The way I own your body. The way I remind you that you’re mine. This sweet

filthy sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room with

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

loved every second of it. The way Asher owned her, deliciously and gloriously, in a way only he

when it crashed over her, she screamed

spasmed with pleasure, waves rippling from her head to the very tips of her