Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Griffin’s Turn

It was by sheer luck that Griffin managed to escape the students. Asher, Roman, and Alaric weren’t so fortunate considering the last he saw them, they were being hoisted into the air by the pack, swallowed by the crowd drunk on victory. It was actually hilarious, considering he was the biggest of them all and should have been the easiest target, but it seemed luck had decided to cut him a break today.

Covered in dirt and desperate for a shower, he skipped the locker room. There were probably wolves lurking there, waiting to pounce on him all over again. Instead, he made his way back to the house, guessing no one would be there to bother him. And he was right. Everyone was still out, either celebrating or spending time with family.

Griffin walked confidently into his room, already tugging at his dirty pants. He had bent slightly, hands on the waistband, about to strip off his boxers when he caught a shift in the air. He barely had time to turn before a blur of movement slammed into him, tackling him to the ground. His body tensed on instinct, ready to fight, only to freeze as a familiar scent hit him.

And then, soft lips pressed against his, and Griffin melted into the moment without a second thought. Just as Alaric called, this girlfriend of theirs was a little minx. How had she snuck into his room?

But Griffin didn’t get a chance to think about that, a low, unexpected moan slipping from him the moment Violet’s tongue slid past his lips, gliding over him with slow, sensual intent. His hands, once clenched in fists against the floor, relaxed and found her waist, his fingers pressing in just slightly as if to anchor himself against the sudden, explosive heat between them.

Violet’s mouth moved against his with a hunger that stole his breath, her tongue dancing and twining with his, coaxing him deeper into the kiss. It was both a claiming and playful kiss and Griffin responded instinctively, parting his lips wider, meeting her tongue with his own.

Their mouths moved together in a rhythm that was both frantic and languid, their tongues sliding and tangling, tasting and exploring with a raw intensity that made his head spin.

A soft groan rumbled from Griffin’s chest, vibrating between their pressed bodies, and Violet shivered at the sound, her hand tracing his exposed body. Her fingers found and tangled in the strands of his hair, pulling just enough to draw another guttural sound from him, and his heart pounded like a war drum in his chest.

Their kiss deepened, mouths slanting again and again as if they were trying to drink each other in. Teeth scraped lightly, their lips bruised with need, breaths mingling hot between them as the world outside the room ceased to exist. Violet and Griffin knew nothing at that moment, except the electric pull between their bodies.

When Violet finally pulled back, just an inch, her breath fanned across his lips, and Griffin’s hooded eyes fluttered open. A slow, crooked grin touched his mouth even as he chased after her with another short, greedy kiss, his voice rough when he murmured against her skin, "You’re dangerous, you know that?"

Violet grinned so wide her cheeks ached. "Am I now?" she teased, deliberately grinding against the unmistakable bulge in his boxers.

Griffin let out a deep groan, his hand shooting out to grip her waist, steadying her before he lost control and took her right there on the spot.

"Easy now, my queen. Your servant is about a second away from losing it."