Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 495: The Mates In Paradise

"You’re finally awake," Roman said as soon as Violet stirred. Her eyes had always been pretty, but now they shone like spun gold and were absolutely bewitching. Even a blind man could sense from her presence alone that something about her had changed.

The others would probably say he was lucky to be her mate. Hell, some might even envy him. But to Roman, it felt like the goddess had used the opportunity to punish him in the most exquisite, agonizing way.

Violet had slept like a baby through the night meaning the mating fever had chosen him to deal with instead.

He’d had a raging case of blue balls, and he’d alleviated himself so many times his hand actually ached. But it hadn’t been enough.

The only saving grace was that Violet slept beside him. Maybe it was her scent, maybe just her nearness, but it had kept him from completely losing his mind, something not uncommon when the fever took over.

So yeah, it had been a long, torturous night.

And now she was finally awake, her skin glowing with the softness of a child, looking more beautiful than ever, even if it was in an otherworldly way. Violet was like a phoenix reborn from ash.

For a moment, Violet looked dazed, as if she didn’t recognize him. Then her eyes flashed gold, glowing with wild intensity, and she growled, "Mate!"

Hell yeah. Roman nearly barked out a laugh. He was two seconds away from tattooing that word across his forehead just to make it official he was property of Violet Purple.

But that smug thought flew right out the window when she suddenly shoved him flat onto the bed with lightning-fast strength.

"Whoa, easy there," Roman muttered startled, trying to sit up but he couldn’t.

Violet had pinned both of his wrists to the mattress, and to his complete shock he couldn’t move at all. She was quite strong.

"Okay," Roman surrendered when it became obvious he wasn’t getting free anytime soon. "I usually prefer calling the shots, but for once I don’t mind—oh sweet lord," he choked out as Violet slowly ground down against his painfully hard length.

mention they were completely naked? Yeah. Skin

had felt wrong. The fabric had irritated him so much he’d yanked it off halfway

word, there was nothing

as Violet rocked against him with slow, deliberate friction. He was so hard it hurt, so close he could’ve come just from that. But

what felt like forever. Not that he’d last—hell, one thrust and he might be done. That was how badly he needed her. How badly he had needed her last night, lying next to her, skin to skin, with nothing but willpower holding him back. But she’d

knew how many times he had joked about this moment with the other boys. Now it was finally

his cock but never letting him in. God. Was this how Griffin’s mating fever with her had gone? If

this. Roman could tell from the cruel glint in her eyes, from the way she rolled her hips with delicious intent—taking pleasure, holding control, and driving him

of him, her release gushing onto his length. And when she looked down at him, she was smirking like a satisfied predator who’d just

"Mine." She declared possessively.

fierce and unbearable. He bared his teeth, eyes glowing with authority. She was going to

The warning in her voice was clear, she

her hips into position

by aching inch until she was seated fully, her hips flush against his, locking him in with

It was the best feeling ever! At that moment,

moving up and down on him, letting him fill up

his voice strained with pleasure as each jolt of sensation ripped through

in the haze of need, Violet had released his hands. They immediately found their way to her ass, gripping the soft flesh tightly as

from deep in his throat. Violet was going to

shoulder like a waterfall, wild and untamed. And her breasts... God, her breasts. They bounced in rhythm with every move, and he swore there could be no

one, but both of her breasts. They filled his palms perfectly, like they’d been molded just for him, and he squeezed with shameless tenacity. Violet let out a loud moan, her back arching as the

with eager hunger. Violet cried out, the sensation shooting straight to her core. She mewled,

too. Roman slid his other hand around her, pulling her even closer, until there was no space left between them. Then he began thrusting up

possessive. Then he began thrusting into her with raw intensity. Violet screamed, her body