Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Souvenir

Violet’s eyes widened. "A-are you sure?"

Griffin caught her hand and pressed a warm kiss to her knuckles, his voice laced with amusement. "Just admit you’ve been lusting after my hair."

Violet couldn’t help it. Laughter burst out of her. Damn it, he was right. She had been obsessing over his hair. What a weirdo she was.

"Let’s go, then." Griffin didn’t even hesitate. With a devilish grin, he scooped Violet up by the waist and carried her straight toward the shower.

"Wait—Griffin!" she squealed, laughing as she clutched his shoulders, but he was already sliding the door open with one hand and stepping inside with her in his arms.

"Trust me, you’ll want to see this," he murmured with that teasing glint in his eyes.

Violet barely caught her breath before he set her down and gestured toward the built-in shelf lined with an impressive lineup of shampoos. She blinked, genuinely stunned.

"Is this sandalwood?" she murmured, fingers grazing the bottle. She picked up another one and smiled. "Peppermint... cedar... citrus bergamot? Griffin, what are you— secretly running a hair spa in here?"

Griffin let out a deep chuckle. "What can I say? Even a big guy needs to take care of the goods. Besides, you should blame my mother for that." He tossed his hair back with a grin. "Pick your poison, queen."

Violet shook her head in amused disbelief and reached for the cedar and sandalwood blend, popping the cap open to let the rich, earthy scent fill the air. "Mmm. This one’s you."

Griffin stepped under the water, his long hair soaking instantly as the steam filled the space. Violet hesitated only for a moment before stepping behind him, rising on her toes, while her fingers slipped into his thick, wet hair.

"Good luck with that," Griffin teased over his shoulder.

"Shut it." Violet grinned, massaging the shampoo into his hair, her fingertips working with slow, circular motions as the lather built. His groan was low and unguarded, vibrating through his chest as she worked, and the sound sent a delicious thrill through her.

The water poured down around them, soaking Violet’s sleeves and clinging to her skin. She laughed breathlessly as a stream ran down her neck.

"Ugh, Griffin, this is horrible! Don’t you have a stool or something?" she protested, half-laughing as she stretched to reach over his broad shoulders.

Griffin turned his head slightly with a smirk. "I have something even better."

Before Violet could ask, he reached around her, his strong arms wrapping around her thighs, and lifting her off the ground in one smooth motion.

"Griffin—!" Violet gasped, her arms instinctively winding around his neck as she laughed. "Okay, okay, you win!"

But Griffin only grinned, his hands secure at her waist. "Told you. This is better."

Mmhmm. It was quite comfortable. If you know what she meant.

A groan rumbled from Griffin’s throat, his hands tightening at her waist, pressing her flush against him as her fingers slid through his damp hair. The heat of the shower, the wet slide of skin, the muffled sounds of their kisses, every part of it blended into a heady, feverish rush. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}