Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 374: The Altar And The Sacrifice

Asher rose upward from the chair, one arm looped around Violet’s waist, while the other cradled the back of her head carefully. Their mouths collided again, harder, needier, with nothing polite about it now. Teeth clashed and their tongues tangled with one another, heat crackling between them like wildfire.

Violet wrapped her legs around his hips instinctively, gasping into his mouth as her back slammed gently against the wall, the gold chains behind her clinking.

Asher’s hands roamed her body hungrily. He gripped her thighs, her ass, his fingers sinking into the soft curve with bruising intent. "You drive me insane," he growled against her lips.

"Good," she whispered, breathless. "I’m only getting started."

He rolled his hips into hers, the friction shooting sparks down her spine. Violet moaned as he kissed down her jaw, her throat, tugging the corset just low enough to drag his mouth across her breast. Her head lolled back against the wall, a cry escaping her lips that she didn’t even try to hold in.

"Say it again," he rasped. "Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours," she breathed, eyes fluttering shut, her whole body aching for more.

"No." Asher lips trailed back up to her ear, biting gently. "Look at me and say it."

Violet’s golden eyes met his, hazy and wrecked. "I’m yours, Asher. Completely."

Something in Asher snapped.

In one smooth motion, he carried her to the low chaise in the corner, laying her down like she was both his altar and his sacrifice. The room’s low light wrapped around them, shadows dancing along their skin as Asher kissed his way down her stomach, branding her with each press of his lips.

And when the Nightshade prince knelt between her thighs, reverently, hungry, and wholly unholy, Violet knew the lap dance had merely been the ignition and what came after was the fire.

Asher’s eyes gleamed up at her like a wolf kneeling before his queen, not in submission, but in promise. Violet’s breath hitched as he pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh, slow and purposely. He kissed higher and higher and then higher. Asher was taunting her with each touch. It was a vow. A fire-starter.

Violet could barely think. Her fingers threaded through his hair, nails grazing his scalp, her hips twitching beneath the weight of want. "Asher..."

skin like her name was the only prayer he’d ever learned. "You gave me a show," he murmured, voice

ragged, and needy. Violet was slick with anticipation, breathless under the club’s lights that painted their bodies in warm,

with temptation, and moving in time with his kisses

arched. She let out a strangled sound, not even sure what language

up. His tongue was both cruel and kind, playful one moment and devastating the next. He was slow—God, so slow—drawing out every shudder, every whimper, until her

bowed, and she cried out his name like a promise and a curse. But even then, Asher didn’t stop. He held

her body, Violet was an

lips brushing her cheek, her jaw, her temple. "Do you know what you do to me,

and gave a breathless smile.

Asher whispered against her lips. "You make

her again deep and slow, and

Violet shifted beneath him, a dangerous glint in

she

without hesitation, his heart pounding as Violet undid his belt, slid down his zipper, and freed his already

chest, nails biting into muscle as she rolled her

closed her eyes as she sheathed him inside her, the stretch a delicious burn, the connection between them instant and maddening. Asher’s hands flew

she whispered with a wicked grin. "I’m in charge

did she mean

inside her, then sink again with a moan that made him twitch beneath her. The control, the confidence and the slick,

"Violet..." Asher rasped.

her body. Her

on his throat, not choking,

with every bounce. The room was heat and haze, the lights

by the way her head tilted back, the way her hair cascaded down her back, her cheeks flushed, and lips parted as she whispered his name like a benediction. He was done

her moan turned to a cry, Asher knew she was close. His hands broke free, flying to her waist as he bucked up,