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.

at least a little. But it hadn’t even dulled. Not even one bit. If

gone at it last night, she’d probably be pregnant already. Not that she minded the idea of carrying Asher’s

his teeth, and Violet writhed beneath him, her hand tangling in his hair and pressing him harder against her chest.

it, then rolling the nipple between his fingers until it danced

arching so dramatically it looked like she was about to levitate right off the bed. It was too much. The teasing. The tension. She needed him

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

her thighs apart, and the second her

shoulder, gripped her

sweet, aching mix

began

every thrust hit a new sweet spot—ones she hadn’t even known existed until

when Asher began slamming into her, plowing into her so hard her walls clenched and pulsed

with every thrust and drowning in pleasure. Her fingers tangled

dark, possessive. "The way I fuck you savagely hard. The way I own your body. The way I remind you that you’re mine. This sweet little

filthy sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room with raw

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

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

unstoppable. And when it crashed over her, she screamed

head to the very tips of her toes. It