Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 465: Cry For Mercy

There was a shift in the air at once, and Violet didn’t miss the way their gazes darkened, each of them staring at the way she’d spread her legs like an invitation.

The outdoor breeze was no longer enough because the temperature had spiked, and though none of them had even laid a hand on her, Violet could already feel tingles racing across her skin.

Even without the dare, the night had been bound to end like this. That had been her intention, after all.

"Fuck it, I’m game." And that single announcement from Roman was all it took to stir the other Alphas into action.

Someone kicked the bottle out of the way, and Asher’s commanding voice came next.

"Lay down in the middle of the mat, baby girl."

Violet didn’t even know how she managed to walk since her legs suddenly felt like jelly, but she moved as instructed, lowering herself onto the ground, her body trembling with anticipation.

She suddenly felt like a sacrifice.

The Alphas were hovering around her, and it made her pulse race faster, unsure of what they were planning.

"I have an idea," Alaric said.

"I have a million ideas in my head and none of them are patient," Roman countered.

Then Griffin grabbed her dress and tore it from the hem straight up the center, drawing a startled gasp from her lips. He didn’t let up, shredding the fabric until it hung in tatters on her body, leaving Violet in nothing but her underwear.

"I think I’ll do the honors this time," Alaric said with a wicked smile, a single claw jutting out from his finger. Violet’s heart pounded at the sight of it.

With that sharp claw, he sliced through one bra strap, then the other. But before pulling the ruined bra away, his finger slid beneath the cup, his claw grazing her nipple ever so slightly, and sparked a sensation that made her jolt.

"Alaric!" Violet gasped at the sly move, but he only grinned, tugging the bra free with no remorse.

Before she could recover, someone ripped her panties clean off. Her head jerked in the direction of the culprit and it was Roman. He lifted the black lingerie to his nose and inhaled deeply like it was a drug.

There was something utterly wild in the way his eyes darkened, like his wolf had surfaced and was staring straight at her. Its look was ravenous. She swallowed.

Now, Violet was completely bare to them, their gazes burning into her skin so hotly she had to clench her thighs together as the heat pooled between them. The anticipation was killing her.

Then Asher, who was positioned beside her head, moved and Violet jolted when something cold and sticky touched her skin.

Cream. noveldrama

Asher was spreading cream on her nipples like she was some decadent dessert.

"You look delectable, you know that, baby girl?" he said, heat smoldering in his gaze so much that Violet had to bite back a moan. God, she wanted him already.

By the time Asher was done rubbing cream onto her other breast, he sat back with a satisfied grin.

"Someone better tell me how that tastes."

Alaric moved without hesitation, his hands cupping both of her breasts like he was testing their weight. Then he dipped his head, licking a slow circle around her areola making shivers shot down her spine.

Violet groaned, her nipples straining for more of that tongue. But Alaric took his sweet time licking, kissing, teasing the soft curves before finally pulling one into his mouth, taking her nipple with it.

She cried out, her back arching off the mat in a rush of sensation only to be pinned back down. Someone had grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.

Still, Alaric didn’t stop. He kept licking, sucking, swirling his tongue with so much focused attention that Violet was left writhing beneath him, her body desperate for more.

Then Alaric shifted to the other breast, licking the cream off with such vigour it was as if she were his favorite treat. Violet groaned, gasping at the shocking rush of sensation that jolted through her nerves. And to think this was just the beginning.

While Alaric grazed her nipple with his teeth, someone moved between her legs and that alarmed her.

No, wait! Violet was about to protest. She could only take so much stimulation at once. But when she lifted her head, she saw who it was.

Roman Draven.

And then the whole of his mouth covered her.

Holy creator of the universe.

Violet’s eyes widened to the size of the moon, a wild moan escaping her lips as his tongue ran the full length of her. There was no hesitation on his part. He went straight for her clit, drawing it into his mouth and feasting like a man starved of every pleasure.

Violet was screaming now, mumbling incoherently as the sensations threatened to rip her apart. There was so much a girl could take and this was too much.

Alaric was biting one nipple while rolling and pinching the other with his thumb. Roman was eating her out like he lived for it. Griffin — gods, Griffin — was pressing kisses to every bare inch of her skin he could reach, slowly branding his affection along her sides, her thighs, her belly.

And then, there was Asher.

"You like this, don’t you..." His voice was low and right by her ear, the warmth of his breath creating goosebumps along her neck. "You like how we treat your body. How we handle every inch of you." His voice deepened. "You’re greedy for our touch. Even now, you’re wondering what it would feel like to have us inside you."

"Fuck!" Violet cursed, unable to stop the visuals forming in her head. It was of Asher finally taking her, bending her in submission, using her body exactly the way he wanted.

The thought alone made her walls clench.

And Roman... God, that guy was so damn good with his mouth that his next stroke sent her hurtling straight into that natural high. Then Alaric bit her again and Violet tumbled over the edge she’d been desperately balancing on.

But Roman didn’t let up.

He grabbed her thighs tightly till his fingers were digging into her and kept teasing her through the orgasm, unrelenting, even slipping a finger inside her and drawing out a second, then a third, until Violet was trembling, gasping, and pleading for mercy.