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."

wiping his soaked hair from his

raised a limp hand. "Tell my abs

couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Then Alaric passed her a drink and she chugged it down, the garden coming alive again with the kind of

her response, he was

night was already buzzing through her veins. She was tipsy, and had to start watching how much more she drank. For once, Violet found herself

Violet closer into him. They moved slowly, their bodies swaying to the music. Roman’s hand

fingertips drawing invisible shapes on her bare skin, and his chest rising

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

Asher’s eyes dragged over her slowly, and with burning hunger made something

decided to give him a

her head, swaying her body to the beat, and losing herself in the moment. She rolled her hips, grinding back into

kisses against her shoulder, her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. His hands roamed up her sides, brushed

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

and crossed the space in

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

between them. God, this

shoulder, his hand now cupping her breast with his thumb grazing

again and this time

increased, heat blooming over Violet’s skin, in her chest, and finally low in her belly. Her head

both men and in that moment, Violet didn’t want to escape. She

— wet, hot, and ready for him — and Violet broke the kiss just to gasp for breath. But all that escaped her lips was a needy mewl as Roman’s finger thrust in

a second finger, stretching her, going deeper than before. His pace quickened,

her waist, keeping her grounded as Roman played her

I think

exploding behind her eyes as Roman rubbed that one sweet spot

again, Asher grabbed her face and kissed her hard, swallowing the

violently, her moan muffled against his lips, her body trembling from the intensity. Her fingers clawed at Asher’s back, grasping him with a

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

the couch where he’d been sitting earlier. He sat down, pulling her into his lap, and let

them enjoying the moment until, of course, Roman

time!" he announced, far