Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 460: No Pretending

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" Violet and Alaric shouted enthusiastically, cheering the two shirtless alphas who were going head-to-head in a drinking contest.

Roman Draven and Griffin Hale were upside down, balancing on their hands with their mouths latched to the hoses as cold beer streamed straight into them.

"One-ninety-seven! One-ninety-eight—"

Griffin had started to choke, his legs twitching in the air. Sweat beaded down his temples, and his grip on the keg hose was beginning to falter.

"One-ninety-eight!"

"Two hundred!"

A cheer went up, but Griffin was done. He sputtered, dropped down onto the grass with a grunt, rolled onto his back, and groaned loudly.

"That’s it. I’m done. I saw the Goddess and she told me to stop."

Violet laughed at the statement yet went on counting.

"Two-oh-two!"

Roman was still going, upside down and wild-eyed, his jaw clenched around the tap like a man on a mission. At that moment, he indeed looked like a god of decadence.

"How is he still drinking?" Violet was impressed.

"Because Roman doesn’t believe in moderation," Alaric said under his breath, eyes on the south Alpha. "South Pack breeds them like that, clubs on nearly every block, high-stakes tables in every basement. They party like it’s tradition." He gave a dry smirk. "Lavida loca isn’t a phase for them. It’s their lifestyle."

"Two-twenty! Two-thirty!" Asher shouted since they stopped counting.

At last, Roman tore his mouth away, dropped to his feet with a fluid, acrobatic twist, landing perfectly. He was soaked with beer, his chest heaving, but his eyes gleamed like a man who’d just won the crown.

Then with a vicious shower, he grabbed the keg and tilted the rest of it upward, letting the remaining beer splash into the air and it rained down around him like a triumphant champagne shower, catching in the light as they roared.

"That’s right, baby!" Roman yelled, pumping his fists into the air. "I’m the god of pleasure!"

Violet shook her head, biting back a laugh.

"You’re disgusting."

Roman called back, wiping his soaked

the grass, raised a limp hand. "Tell my

chugged it down, the garden

her

to start watching how much more she drank. For once, Violet found herself wishing she had the fast metabolism of

Roman pulled Violet closer into him. They moved slowly, their bodies swaying to the music. Roman’s hand was firm on her lower back, anchoring her, while the other caressed the curve of

was Roman’s breath at her ear, his fingertips drawing invisible

her back was to his chest and her eyes found Asher. He was lounging on the nearest

he wasn’t just watching, he was practically devouring them. The way Asher’s eyes dragged over her slowly, and with burning hunger made something twist low in her

she decided to give him

moment. She rolled her hips, grinding back into Roman’s hardness behind her, feeling the

her sides, brushed the outer curve of her breasts before sliding down and disappearing into the space between her thighs with a wicked slowness

leaned into him, her eyes never leaving Asher. And that

west Alpha set his drink down and crossed the space in

around her throat from behind, and tilted her face toward his. His mouth met hers in a kiss that was all

melted between them. God,

hand now cupping her breast with his

this time

Violet’s skin, in her chest, and finally low in her belly. Her head was swimming

by both men and in that moment, Violet didn’t want to

— wet, hot, and ready for him — and Violet broke the kiss just to gasp for breath. But all that escaped her lips was a

cried out when he added a second finger, stretching her, going deeper than before. His pace quickened, stabbing into

to Asher’s shoulders, her nails digging in. His arm remained wrapped around her waist, keeping her grounded as Roman played

I think

eyes as Roman rubbed that one

cry out again, Asher grabbed her face and kissed her hard, swallowing the broken moans

from the intensity.

his fingers, slow and smug, and without hesitation, licked them clean, savoring her taste. At that moment, he looked downright feral with his eyes gleaming,

over to the couch where he’d been sitting earlier. He sat down, pulling her into his lap, and let her relax into him, breathless, flushed,

that way, just the two of them enjoying the moment until,

he announced, far