Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296: No Excuses

~Asher~

Asher Nightshade was not done kissing her. No, he was just getting started. He had craved Violet for so long that now that he had her, he wanted to devour her. To know every bit of her and what made her tick.

In the past, that had been easier with the use of his mind power. He could get all the answers he needed without breaking a sweat. And while he might have moaned the inability to use his powers at first, Asher had to admit that having to work for it was a little exciting.

The fact he had won without the powers he so heavily relied on was so much more satisfying. Right now, adrenaline was pumping through him, his heart pounding loud and strong, his body strung tight with the need to claim her. But patience.

He was the big, bad wolf. And he would certainly devour her—but not here. Not in a classroom where anyone could walk in. His purple queen deserved better. When he claimed her, it would be just them both. Alone. For as long as he wanted.

Mine.

She was his. Theirs. But his first.

With their lips still fused together, Asher walked her backward and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him until he placed her safely on one of the desks.

Then he parted her thighs, wedging himself between them. His hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her flush against him, grinding her into the obvious bulge in his trousers even as their kiss turned dirtier.

Their tongues moved in rhythm, and Asher groaned greedily, tasting the inside of her mouth like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever had. And he could’ve drowned in it if not for the sudden, obnoxious sound of a ringing phone.

It wasn’t his phone because that wasn’t her ringtone. It had to be Violet’s. But he didn’t want her answering it.

So he kissed her harder, hoping the distraction would work and the damn thing would shut its mouth.

It did stop ringing, and Asher rejoiced inwardly. Finally, just him, the wolf, and his little sweet Purple Lamb.

But no sooner had that thought crossed his mind, the phone blared again. Oh, for heaven’s sake.

"Asher—mmm—no, Ash, umm—wait, Asher—" Violet struggled, managing to push him off by sheer willpower because, clearly, the guy was intent on kissing the soul out of her.

Asher Nightshade groaned, annoyed. "Next time we’re together, you’re turning that phone off."

Violet didn’t answer, her brows drawn in confusion as she stared at the screen. The number was unfamiliar, and the call had already ended again before she could answer.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"Don’t know," Violet replied, still frowning.

"Great," Asher muttered, throwing his head back. "I just ended the best make-out session of my life for an unknown number."

The moment the number called again, Violet didn’t hesitate and picked the call with a cautious, "Hello?"

What followed made her stiffen instantly.

"Hello, Violet. It’s me."

Violet’s breath caught in her throat and her fingers clenched around the phone. It seemed like a wrecking ball just came crashing into her and Asher, who had been beside her, immediately noticed the shift in her aura. His gaze sharpened.

"Who is it?" he asked.

Violet swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She hesitated at first, then forced the name out through gritted teeth.

"Nancy."

The moment the name left her lips, a dark cloud settled in the room. Asher’s expression changed, but Violet didn’t notice it because her fury had already taken the reins.