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.

would’ve sated her. That the hunger would fade, at least a little. But it hadn’t even dulled. Not even one bit. If anything,

the gala. Otherwise, with the number of times they’d gone at it last night, she’d probably be pregnant

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 edge between pain and

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

her throat,

thighs apart, and the

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

unison as Asher buried himself deep inside her, stretching her oversensitive, overstimulated pussy. It was a sweet, aching mix of

began to

room. In this position, every thrust hit a new sweet spot—ones she hadn’t even known existed until now. Her body trembled beneath him, her breath stolen with every

when Asher began slamming into her, plowing into

with every thrust and drowning in pleasure. Her fingers tangled in her hair, desperate to anchor herself through the overwhelming

hard. The way I own your body. The way

punishing thrusts, the slick, filthy sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room with

Yes!" was all Violet could cry out, overwhelmed, consumed, entirely at his mercy, as her body responded to his every

of it. The way Asher owned her, deliciously

it crashed over her,

from her head to the very