Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 691

Chapter 691: Final Course

Pleasure still danced across Violet’s flesh as she lay sprawled on the bed, panting and trying to catch her breath. She expected that now Griffin was done, Alaric would immediately snatch her up and take his turn but he didn’t.

Instead, he simply stood there, watching her. The intensity of his gaze made her whole body go taut with anticipation.

It was Asher who moved first. He stepped forward with a towel and a basin, pulling her gently higher onto the bed so she lay more comfortably.

"How do you feel, my queen? Had enough already?" His tone carried genuine concern, yet the slight curve of his lips showed dark amusement.

Her answer should have been yes, she was done. After everything her mates had just wrung out of her, how could she possibly want more? And yet her body knew it wasn’t over. One more mate was waiting to take her through the heavens, and instinctively, her core throbbed at the thought.

"Greedy little thing, aren’t you?" Asher murmured, watching the slick wetness stream down her thighs as he cleaned her.

Violet purred in response. Yes, she was gluttonous. Good thing she wasn’t human, because right now she was more than ready, no, she was eager for Alaric.

But Asher clearly had other plans of paving the way for her lightning prince. His hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her clit, and he began to touch her provocatively.

Violet sighed, throwing her head back as she arched into his touch. Asher flicked her faster now, wanting her to lose control. Watching her do so was his favorite entertainment.

"Ugh..." Violet’s nails dug into the sheets, her heart hammering against her ribs. Then he shifted his rhythm, circling her clit in circular motions that made her entire body tighten. And that was all it took for her to fall

She came with a gasp, head lolling back, and her eyes wide as another rush of wetness spilled between her thighs.

Asher didn’t even give her a second to recover. He withdrew his hand only to lower himself between her legs, kneeling, and then he took her with his mouth. He feasted on her wetness, lips and tongue drinking from her like she was the well of life itself.

Violet whimpered, her hand shooting out to shove him deeper into her, fingers threading through his silky hair. She lifted her hips, grinding up into the relentless strokes of his tongue and fucking his face with hungry need.

Asher didn’t relent for a single second. He devoured her savagely, tongue and lips working with obscene skill, and it was no surprise when he stole another orgasm out of her. He licked her raw, over and over, until her legs clamped tight around his head and her toes curled hard.

Then Violet crashed, her whole body shaking, eyes falling shut as the pleasure ripped through her. Her legs trembled violently, unable to hold themselves up anymore, and she let them drop, limp.

Violet was utterly satisfied.

Then Asher withdrew from her, his chin slick with her release. He dragged his thumb across the mess, wiping away what clung to him, then brought it to his mouth and licked it clean.

Violet’s heart skipped a beat. How could something so filthy look so achingly hot? Her core clenched around nothing, arousal sparking back to life.

"Now," Asher said, a wicked smile cutting across his lips, "for the final course of the night."

And with that, he moved away.

Violet’s heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest when Alaric stepped forward, naked as the day he was born. He was rock-hard—so hard it had to ache—pre-cum dripping from the flushed tip. His blue eyes were intense, edged with the kind of storm he was used to summoning.

Then, as if the room itself sensed the rising heat, the light dimmed, then cycled through different colors in a teasing swirl as though announcing the next act. At last, everything settled into a dark, carnal red.

The music began out of nowhere, sung in the Fae tongue none of them were familiar with. Yet those sounds awakened the hungriest parts of them. The lust in the room swelled instantly, thickening the air until it felt like the only thing they could breathe.

Alaric stalked onto the bed on his hands and knees, the red light gliding over him and turning every inch of his body into pure seduction. Violet’s breath hitched as her eyes roamed over those lean muscles, the flex of his back, and the ripple of his arms and stomach. Each movement made her hornier, heat licking through her body.

"Hello, Vixen," he whispered, lowering himself over her until the warmth of his body pressed along hers, his hands framing her head.

"H-hello my cocky prince," Violet replied shakily, her pulse tripping over itself. She could feel his cock pressing against her stomach, thick and throbbing.

"Alright," Alaric chuckled, his voice low and dark. "I’ll show you how cocky I am right now."

He leaned in and claimed her lips slow and dirty, as if savoring every sinful second. His mouth moved against hers with patient hunger, teasing her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, tasting and devouring her.

Violet moaned softly, her fingers curling into his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against hers in a sensual, unhurried dance that dragged heat straight into her core.

Then he broke from her lips only to trail down her jaw with hot kisses. He lingered at her pulse, biting her lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue, earning a sharp gasp from her. His lips traveled lower, dragging over the column of her throat, worshipping every inch as if he had all night to discover her.

When he reached her chest, he paused just long enough for her breath to hitch before continuing downward, kissing along her ribs, her stomach, the warm, soft skin that made her jerk under him.

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