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.

thighs clenched on instinct while her breathing stuttered. Gods, she was

hers. He was standing above them with the spinner in

"I’m fine," Violet lied.

smirked in anticipation for

was glued to her breasts; or Alaric, who looked like he was two seconds from pulling her into his lap and saying

green." Asher called again and everyone moved. Except it was obvious the game had reached its limit with the way they were all twisted around Violet like a

and Violet collapsed 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 realizing what was

in a pile of bodies breathing hard, their muscles aching and skin flushed

hair wild, and her men trying not to crush her with their weight. Had anyone told her this was how her night would end? Violet wouldn’t

burst out of her mouth, genuine and uncontrollable. "You’re

Roman and Griffin crackled with wild laughter that reverberated across

still laughing, Asher used his foot to nudge the others aside, clearing a path to reach Violet. But Roman wasn’t having it. He stuck out a leg and tripped

frustration, but before he could retaliate, Violet reached out and pulled him to her side,

the string lights overhead, but the moon was out tonight, round and bright in

didn’t like being left out. He kept

it, Roman." She chided

guy needed to learn. Sometimes she wondered if the goddess had handed her a needy child to raise in the name of a potential

rose to her feet.

her way to the table Griffin had decked out in mouth-watering dishes, picking out her favorites before settling on the couch. The others except the green menace had drifted to one corner with their heads bent close,

spring roll when the green menace aka Roman appeared in her line

it this time?" she asked, tossing another snack