Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 373: Saints And Sinners

Asher Nightshade never did anything halfway. The moment Violet stepped through the doors of the club, she was swallowed whole by heat, pounding bass, and raw, unapologetic decadence that clung to the air like perfume.

District One had a reputation for places like this. Still, even in a city like Aster, where humans and werewolves coexisted in tense harmony, it stunned her. Then again, desire didn’t discriminate, and judging by what she was seeing, neither did indulgence.

Asher tightened his grip on her as women in lacy underthings sauntered past them with trays of champagne, their stilettos clacking against polished marble floors.

Violet looked around, a pair of twin brunettes spinning seductively around a chrome pole, their hair fanning like silk in the spotlight. Nearby, a man sat lazily in a velvet chair, raining bills over a curvy redhead who laughed as she bent forward, tongue dragging over her lip as she rubbed him through his pants.

Nearly every room they passed by echoed with the unmistaken sounds of moans, gasps, or outright screams and sometimes all three at once.

One door hung slightly ajar, and through it, Violet caught a fleeting but unmistakable glimpse of a werewolf in full shift, rutting into a girl from behind. She was taking him, screaming, wild and unashamed.

Violet didn’t pause, nor flinch. She just kept walking like it was none of her business.

Because it wasn’t.

Everyone had their kinks and this was a place of sin. Where good girls came to forget their background, and the twisted ones came to make fantasies real. Here, saints turned sinners and sinners became gods.

Asher cast her a half amused, half impressed glance, as if he hadn’t expected her to take it all so easily. But then, with a mother like Nancy, what exactly had he expected?

Violet had grown up in the shadows of debauchery, and had brushed shoulders with desire more times than she could count. The real wonder was how she’d managed not to fall into them.

Thankfully, they were escorted to a private room by a woman who left little to the imagination. She wore a laced thong, heels that could kill, and a tiny bra that barely covered anything. Her fingers brushed Asher’s chest as she handed him the key.

"Have fun," she purred, eyes dancing with heat. Then, with a wink at Violet, she turned and sashayed away, her hips swaying.

each other but said nothing. Then he turned the

room was dim, bathed in sultry crimson lighting that shone against the black velvet walls. Gold chains hung from the ceiling like vines, swaying slightly from the bass of the slow, seductive beat pulsing through the hidden speakers in the room. A singular leather chair was perfectly positioned in the center like

Violet was honestly impressed,

"The room over there’s for you to change. I can’t wait to see

"Oh, you’re going to love

walked away with that swing in her hips that made Asher’s jaw clench. She hadn’t even begun yet, and Asher could tell he was about

his legs spread, arms draped on either side, eyes darkened with anticipation. He had reserved this room to watch her his queen

creaked open behind him, and then he saw her. Violet stepped into the room, and for a heartbeat, Asher forgot

shirt that was open just enough for him to glimpse the tease of lace underneath. Thin wine-red straps clung to her hips, connecting to sheer stockings that made his mouth dry. And in her hand,

lips were glossed, parted slightly. Her purple hair was tousled into an artful mess, one strand hanging over her eye, making her look like sin

bobbed. He

hooded with a dark promise. Her fingers grazed the back of his neck as she came behind the chair,

silk on

under his breath. That was sexy

the music changed into a low, slow, thick with

eyes fluttered closed as she swayed, her hips rolling to the rhythm. She moved like liquid temptation, going down to her knees, arching, touching herself. Her hands caressed

Asher’s chest, fists clenched on the leather. Violet intended to drive him

shirt seductively, revealing the sheer, boned corset beneath that shaped her body. She tossed the

was hungry and he roamed

moved over to

a helpless growl from Asher’s throat. Her hands trailed up her own body, skimming her waist, her ribs, cupping her own breasts with a low

body against his, and her breath tickling his jaw, her heat burning through the

Asher nearly snapped. "Violet—"

lips not quite brushing his while her hands pinned his arms against