Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 522: Pay Their Respect

The sex hadn’t been planned, but it had been explosive, leaving Violet more than a little over the moon. When they finally stepped out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to their skin, Violet’s body tingled with the memory of their mouths and hands, every nerve alive as if the bond itself were humming through her veins.

Roman was toweling his hair when he caught sight of her, a wicked grin spreading. "Is it just me, or is our mate actually glowing right now?"

Griffin, bent over as he tugged his briefs up his sculpted ass, shot her a look over his shoulder. His brow arched. "That doesn’t just look like an afterglow."

Violet blinked down and nearly yelped. Her hands were glowing. Literally. Oh, hell.

Roman’s grin split wide. "I knew it. Someone’s emotions are spilling everywhere, she’s literally glowing from the afterglow." He leaned closer, wicked amusement dancing in his green eyes. "Tell me, Violet, was the sex that good?"

"Shut up!" Violet’s face went red as she shoved him away, mortified.

Roman’s eyes lit with delight. "Oh, this is so good." He smirked, circling her like a wolf with prey. "If this is a Fae thing, then I’m obsessed. What else can you do, huh? Turn green with envy? Blue when you’re cold? Pink when you’re horny?"

"That’s enough, Roman." Griffin was fully dressed now, stepping in to her aid. He turned to Violet. "I think you should calm down and let your color come back to normal."

"Or..." Roman purred, eyes traveling down the curve of her body. He lifted a hand toward the sash of her bathrobe, fingers hovering over the loose knot tied at her waist. "We could have a little more fun, and I could discover just how many shades you can turn." His voice dripped seduction, every word daring her to imagine what he’d do if he tugged that knot free.

Griffin’s hand shot out, smacking Roman’s away before he could touch the sash.

yelped, though the grin never left his lips. He

Roman completely and placed both hands firmly on her shoulders, his gaze holding hers with

deep breath," he instructed softly. "Yes...

then she

like you hid your Fae features before, you can do it again." Griffin encouraged

remembered what it felt like to look normal. So she tried once again to pull the mask of normalcy over herself, another breath in, another slow breath out. This time she held onto that image until the shimmer

girl." Griffin’s lips curved with pride as he gave

muttered, "Well, let’s hold onto that self-control, sweetheart, because we can’t slip up in

Violet were going to see Leon Draven—or in Roman’s playful tone, her second father-in-law. Griffin, on the other hand, was going to track down Alaric. It was strange, too strange, that Alaric hadn’t come

her respect to Leon first before seeking another male. Besides, if Zara decided to be difficult—and they all knew she didn’t like Violet for her son—Griffin would have far easier access to Alaric than she ever

Violet told Roman as she reached for one of the dresses

her body as if he hadn’t already memorized every inch of it. No matter how many times he stared at her—or had her—he never got enough. Even now, he practically salivated at the

like a joke, but Violet

rolled her eyes. She was so used to his antics

announced seconds later,

kind of timeless piece that carried elegance without trying too

good in everything," Griffin commented, his eyes warm as

arms," Roman cut in smoothly, bending his arm so