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.

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

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

is nice." Violet was honestly impressed, looking

over there’s for you to change. I can’t wait to see what you have

you’re going

Asher’s jaw clench. She hadn’t even begun yet, and Asher could tell he was about to enter a

either side, eyes darkened with anticipation. He had reserved this

her. Violet stepped into the room, and for a

heels were obsidian stilettos that resounded with power against the marble floor as she approached. Violet wore his button-down 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

tousled into an artful mess,

He was hard

of his neck as she came behind the chair, slipping the tie around it. Then she tugged just enough to tilt

silk on

his breath.

into a low, slow, thick

liquid temptation, going down to her knees, arching, touching herself. Her hands caressed

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

him and began to unbutton the rest of the shirt seductively, revealing the sheer, boned corset beneath that shaped her body. She tossed the shirt aside and

was hungry and he roamed over

to him

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,

caging him in, pressing her body against his, and her breath tickling

Asher nearly snapped. "Violet—"

touch," she whispered against his mouth, her lips