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.

said nothing. Then he turned the key with a click, pulling her in with a tug

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

was honestly

over there’s for you to change. I

smirked. "Oh, you’re going to

She hadn’t even begun yet, and Asher could tell he was about to

off his shirt, Asher sank into the leather chair with his legs spread, arms draped on either side, eyes darkened with anticipation. He had reserved this room to watch her his queen dance

door creaked open behind him, and then he saw her. Violet stepped into the

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

choker hugged her throat and her lips were glossed, parted slightly. Her purple hair was tousled into an artful mess, one

bobbed. He was

a panther, eyes hooded with a dark promise. Her fingers grazed the back of his neck as she came behind the chair, slipping the tie around it. Then she tugged just enough to tilt

silk on his skin. "As

under his breath. That was

changed into a low, slow, thick with bass and Violet let

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

clenched on the leather. Violet

beneath that shaped her body. She

hungry and he roamed over her

over to him this

mesmerizing circles, drawing a helpless growl from Asher’s throat. Her hands trailed up her own body, skimming her

thighs caging him in, pressing her body against his, and her breath tickling his jaw, her heat burning through the fabric

Asher nearly snapped. "Violet—"

lips not