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..."

her name was the only prayer he’d ever learned. "You gave me a show," he murmured, voice rough with restraint. "Now let me worship

spread her thighs farther apart, the moan escaping her lips ragged, and needy. Violet was slick with anticipation, breathless under the club’s lights that painted their bodies in warm,

pulsed in the background, slow, dark, dripping with temptation, and moving in

mouth and Violet’s back arched. She

one moment and devastating the next. He was slow—God, so slow—drawing out every

wasn’t a spark but an explosion. Violet’s whole body bowed, and she cried out his name like a promise and a curse. But even then, Asher didn’t stop. He held her there, flicking, licking and sucking through the aftershocks, drinking

way back up her body, Violet was an utter wreck. She was heaving, covered

lips brushing her cheek, her jaw, her

gave a breathless smile.

against her lips. "You make me beg while I’m used to

kissed her again deep and slow, and she tasted herself on his

beneath him, a dangerous glint in

she commanded

his belt, slid

Her hands anchored on his chest, nails biting into muscle as she rolled her hips forward. Slowly, agonizingly inch by inch, Violet sank

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

whispered with a wicked

Goddess, did

until he was barely inside her, then sink again with a moan that made him twitch beneath her. The control, the

"Violet..." Asher rasped.

brush of her pebbled nipples sending jolts of sensation through her body. Her lips hovered just over his, taunting. "You like that, Alpha?" she smirked

growled, trying to lift his hips, but she planted a hand on his throat, not choking, just firm

thighs tremble, and her breath catching with every bounce. The room was heat and haze, the lights dancing across her

way her head tilted back, the way her hair cascaded down her back, her cheeks flushed, and lips

was close. His hands broke free, flying to her waist as he bucked up, meeting her thrusts with