Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 461: Stirring Bond

Roman’s hand flexed where it pressed to the mat, his knuckles whitening.

"Roman," Violet said, her breath catching.

"What?" he rasped with a rough voice. "I’m playing the game."

Liar.

"Left hand, yellow." Asher announced.

Violet reached across the mat and instantly regretted it. The stretch pulled her forward, leaving her no choice but to arch her back, and that gave Griffin a full view down her neckline.

His breath hit her seconds later brushing over her chest hot and slowly, causing her nipples to harden beneath the thin fabric. Goosebumps spread like a wildfire along her arms, and Violet bit down a sound that wasn’t a laugh.

Goddess help her.

"Right foot, red." Asher called.

Violet tried to shift, but he was already ahead of her. Alaric was pressed against her side, his arm braced beside her waist, and thigh flush with hers. His face was angled down while his lips was dangerously close to her neck, and the tension in his jaw said he was seconds from sinking his teeth in.

Violet tried to move, but everywhere was too tight, too hot, and too much. She was surrounded on all sides with Roman behind her, eyes on her thighs; Griffin above, breath on her chest; Alaric beside her, radiating heat like a fire pressed too close; and the slow, ravenous burn in her stomach that was quickly getting out of control.

breathing stuttered. Gods, she was getting wet.

out, his gaze catching hers. He was standing above them with the spinner

"I’m fine," Violet lied.

then smirked in anticipation for the next

Roman, who kept inching closer with a hunger in his eyes; Griffin, whose gaze was glued to her breasts; or Alaric, who looked like he was two seconds from pulling her into his lap and saying fuck the game; or her, who was so worked up, she was ready to drag one of them, if not all of them, straught to a corner and let them do naughty

green." Asher called again and everyone moved. Except it was obvious the game had reached its limit

straight into Roman, dragging Alaric down with her. In the scramble, Alaric tripped over Griffin, who ended up crashing on top of them, but not before shielding Violet with his body, his arm snapping out just in time. Griffin, in turn, adjusted his weight mid-fall, clearly

in the end, they all dropped together in a pile of bodies

she was, flat on her back, dress rumpled, hair wild, and her men trying not to crush her with their weight. Had

burst out of her mouth,

Griffin crackled with wild laughter that reverberated across

wasn’t having it. He stuck out

frustration, but before he could retaliate, Violet reached out and pulled him to her side, hence displacing Roman in the process and

string lights overhead, but the moon

like being left out. He kept inching closer,

it, Roman." She

Violet wasn’t really mad, but the guy needed to learn. Sometimes she wondered if the goddess had handed her

her head, Violet rose to her feet.

on the couch. The others except the

aka Roman appeared in her

time?" she asked, tossing another snack into her