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.

nothing. Then he turned the key with a

from the bass of the slow, seductive beat pulsing through the

Violet was honestly impressed,

Asher pulled her close and smooched her on the lips. "The room over there’s for you to change. I can’t wait to see what

you’re going

jaw clench. She hadn’t even begun yet,

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

and then he saw her. Violet stepped into the room, and for a heartbeat, Asher forgot how to

his button-down shirt that was open just enough for him to glimpse the tease of lace underneath.

hair was tousled into an

throat bobbed. He was

circled him like a panther, eyes hooded with a dark promise. Her fingers grazed the back of his neck as she

silk on

breath.

cue, the music changed into a low, slow, thick with bass and Violet let herself

rolling to the rhythm. She moved like liquid temptation, going down to her knees, arching, touching herself. Her hands caressed her own

rumbled from Asher’s chest, fists clenched on the leather. Violet intended to

corset beneath that shaped her body. She tossed the

was hungry and he roamed over her body like

to him this

one thigh, Violet began to grind against it in time with the beat. Her hips rolled in mesmerizing circles, drawing a helpless growl from Asher’s throat. Her hands trailed up her own body, skimming her waist, her ribs, cupping her

pressing her body against his, and her breath tickling his jaw, her heat

Asher nearly snapped. "Violet—"

touch," she whispered against his mouth, her lips not quite brushing his while her hands pinned his arms against the