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."

it," Roman called back, wiping his soaked hair from his

still sprawled out on the grass, raised a

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 energy that made her forget

waiting for her

the warmth of the 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 wishing she had the

their bodies swaying to the music. Roman’s hand was

at her ear, his fingertips drawing invisible shapes on her bare skin, and

found Asher. He was lounging on the nearest couch with a

watching, he was practically devouring them. The way Asher’s eyes dragged over her slowly, and with

to give

raised her arms above her head, swaying her body to the beat, and losing herself in the moment. She rolled her hips, grinding back into Roman’s hardness behind her, feeling the sharp intake of his

didn’t speak. Not that he needed to. His mouth pressed hot kisses against her shoulder, her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. His hands roamed up her sides, brushed the outer curve of her breasts before

never leaving Asher. And that was all it took Asher

set his drink down and

face toward his. His mouth met hers in a kiss that was

melted between them. God, this was

now cupping her

and this time it was

heat blooming over Violet’s skin, in her chest, and finally low in her belly. Her head was swimming and her body thrummed like

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

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 and

when he added a second finger, stretching her,

remained wrapped around her waist, keeping her grounded as Roman played her like a fiddle, dragging wave

I think I’m

as Roman

out again, Asher grabbed her face and kissed her hard, swallowing the broken moans pouring from her mouth as she came apart

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

her, Roman withdrew 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, lips wet,

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

remained that way, just the two of them enjoying the

he announced, far too