Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 856

Chapter 856: Forever

Asher Nightshade never took his eyes off her as they walked back to the bedroom. His gaze was fixed on her with such smoldering intensity that her core throbbed in response, and Violet had to clench her thighs tighter just to ease the ache building inside her.

She almost came on the spot.

Violet was so wet and sensitive, that the slightest movement threatened to push her over the edge. And if Asher kept looking at her like that any longer, she might actually combust.

They finally made it to the room, and he placed her halfway onto the bed, her feet touching the ground. Then he straightened, and Violet peered up to see that the tearing sound she had heard earlier had been him ripping his own pants in his impatience to get to her. Now they hung in tatters around him.

Her impatient savage.

Violet mused, watching as Asher shrugged off his robe entirely, then ripped away what remained of his pants. She didn’t think she was into the whole macho display—seriously, why tear it off when you could just take it off?

But fuck her life if it wasn’t sexy as hell.

Then Asher stood before her in all his naked glory.

’Oh yeah,’ Thalia approved in her head, practically salivating.

Violet didn’t blame her, not when she was staring at him like a woman starved. Her mate was her own personal brand of sin.

"Like what you see, my queen?" Asher’s voice echoed in her head. "Does this lowly one meet your expectations?"

"Very," Violet purred, not even attempting to hide the hunger in her gaze.

How could she deny such a perfect creature? Those sharp, striking features and exotic eyes that seemed to see right through her, straight into her soul.

And then his body.

Asher wasn’t as broad and overwhelming as Griffin, but every inch of him was defined, sculpted with hard, deliberate lines. Muscles coiled beneath his skin, not bulky, but precise and controlled, like a weapon that knew exactly how to strike.

His torso was a work of art. A defined set of abs carved deep into his stomach, leading down to a tempting path she deliberately avoided—for now. His shoulders were strong, his arms corded with strength, veins faintly visible beneath his skin.

And those thighs... Goddess.

Strong. Solid. Built for control, for dominance, for holding her exactly where he wanted.

Then there were the scars, or rather, artwork, as she preferred to call them. They stretched across his stomach and back in varying lines and depths, each one telling a story she wanted to feel beneath her fingertips.

They didn’t ruin him, rather, it defined him. The scars gave Asher a hard, rugged wildness that Violet was drawn to in a way she couldn’t explain.

There was nothing soft or gentle about her mate. Just raw, restrained power, devastating beauty, and the evidence of every battle he had survived.

And then for the last serving, Violet’s gaze finally rested on his cock and her breath caught.

For a moment, she forgot how to function, her gaze dragging slowly over the rigid member, unable to look away even if she tried.

He was... a lot.

Huge, long and patterned with girth like a weapon designed to destroy her in two. Violet’s body reacted, heat pooling low in her stomach, a fresh wave of wetness following as her thighs pressed together instinctively.

How was she supposed to stay in control when he was presenting himself like this like a delectable snack?

Her eyes snagged on the precum dripping from his purple mushroom head. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips unconsciously, her eyes darkening at the thought of taking him into her mouth.

"Beautiful," Violet said, her voice rough in his head. "I want to taste you, Asher."

She took a step toward him without even realizing she had moved.

"No." Asher answered, pushing her back onto the bed.

This time he pinned her with his body, but Violet had already begun to writhe beneath him, chasing the friction, desperate to ease the ache building inside her.

It took everything in Asher to remain still as he said, "I waited for you so long, my purple queen. I’ll take my time serving you."

"No, don’t." Violet breathed, her voice strained, desperate with need. "Take me now. No holding back."

Something dark flashed in Asher’s eyes, and before Violet could blink, he had already flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips in one swift motion and

plunged right into her.

"Oh my God...." Violet’s body trembled,

"That was crazy," Violet said breathlessly. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

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