Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341: Time Was Running Out

Unlike the others, Roman Draven had no patience for games. He went straight for the prize. Violet gasped as he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue sliding along her slick, aching core like he owned it.

"Oh gods," Violet moaned, her head falling back, her body arching helplessly against the restraints as Roman feasted on her like a starving wolf. He was loud about it too, making those sinful, wet noises that echoed off the walls, lapping and sucking, flicking her clit until she thought she might combust.

It was too much. He was too much. Violet wanted to push him away, to claw at him, to tell him to slow the hell down, but the binds left her at his mercy.

And Roman Draven had no mercy.

His tongue moved like a weapon, driving her to the edge faster than she could handle, her body shaking, writhing, soaked in desperate, throbbing need. She cursed him. She thanked him. She wanted to kill him and kiss him all at once.

And just as she was about to fall over that glorious edge, Roman pulled back.

Violet screamed every curse she knew, her body trembling from denial, her voice ragged. "You savage, criminal, cheating bastard!" she cried, glaring murderously at him. "This is a crime against passion!"

Roman only grinned wickedly while Asher appeared again with that annoying smirk of his. "You know the rules, Violet," he whispered, his voice a dangerous purr. "You want to come? Promise me you will never be reckless like that again."

Violet's eyes burned with frustration, but the ache between her legs burned hotter. So she swallowed her pride. "Fine. I won't ever be reckless again. Just let me finish. Please."

Alaric chuckled darkly from the side. "You heard her, Roman. Give our girl what she deserves."

Roman did not waste a breath. His mouth was back on her, and this time, there was no teasing. No mercy. Only pure, delicious devastation.

"Oh dear lord," Violet trembled when Roman thrust two fingers deep inside her. While his tongue skillfully devoured her, his fingers moved with ruthless precision, fucking the breath right out of her lungs.

Her head fell back with her mouth open, a desperate moan tearing from her throat as Roman pushed her higher and higher, his strokes relentless, his mouth sinful as hell. Violet was losing her mind. That sly, wicked fox was working her body like it was his favorite toy.

She was so far gone in the sensation, so drunk on pleasure, that she did not even realize the binds had been undone until her thighs clamped tightly around his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, grinding him deeper between her legs.

"Fuck... yes... just like that... gods, I think I'm going to die," Violet cried out, the words tumbling from her lips in ragged, breathless moans.

The way Roman's tongue curled, the way his fingers stroked that maddening sweet spot inside her, it shattered whatever control she had left. Her blood roared in her ears, her vision darkened, and her orgasm crashed over her like a violent wave, wrecking her completely.

But Roman did not stop. He would not stop, even as her orgasm wrecked through her. He kept licking, sucking greedily on her folds, her soft moans and cries were music to his ears. His fingers thrust into her hard and fast, dark satisfaction curling in his chest at the wet, obscene sounds of her body giving in to him.