Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367: Greedy For More

Waking up to see that grin on Asher’s face had to be a dream come true. Violet swore her heart was about to burst clean out of her chest from the sheer joy of it.

"Good morning, love," Asher whispered sexily as he gently tucked away a tangled strand of her hair that definitely resembled a bird’s nest.

"Good morning, my monster," she murmured, smiling.

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Violet leaned up and kissed him, soft at first, until Asher took over. He rolled her onto her back, deepening the kiss with urgency. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she welcomed him eagerly, sucking on it, fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer.

A guttural sound rumbled from his throat as the kiss turned reckless. His hand found her breast and squeezed, firm and possessive, while her hips rocked against him, desperate for the friction her aching core demanded.

By the time Asher pulled away, Violet was a boneless, gasping mess beneath him.

His chest heaved as he stared down at her. "Be careful what you wish for, love. I’m a hairbreadth away from losing control."

But Violet just smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck, grinding into him again. "Who said anything about control?"

Asher froze. He was arched like a predator tasting blood, and then that dark, wicked smile curled across his face.

"You asked for it then."

Then his tongue enveloped her nipple, and Violet arched into him with a cry. Her head fell back in pure, unfiltered pleasure, her lips parting with a strangled gasp.

She couldn’t help it. She’d thought last night would’ve sated her. That the hunger would fade, at least a little. But it hadn’t even dulled. Not even one bit. If anything, she wanted Asher more. Needed him like oxygen. Like life itself.

Good thing she’d gotten that shot from Adele yesterday before the gala. Otherwise, with the number of times they’d gone at it last night, she’d probably be pregnant already. Not that she minded the idea of carrying Asher’s children. Just later. Best after schooling.

Asher grazed her hardened nipple with his teeth, and Violet writhed beneath him, her hand tangling in his hair and pressing him harder against her chest. The sensation was intoxicating, it was just the right blend of heaven and torment.

While his tongue circled and teased one peak, his hand found the other, massaging it, then rolling the nipple between his fingers until it danced on that exquisite edge between pain and pleasure.

"Fuck! Asher!" Violet groaned, her back arching so dramatically it looked like she was about to levitate right off the bed. It was too much. The teasing. The tension. She needed him now!

He finally pulled his mouth away, only to trail kisses along her jaw, down her throat, nibbling at her shoulder. Violet sighed, eyes fluttering shut. This was heaven. Earthly, sinful, addictive heaven.

Then Asher shifted. He moved back, spread her thighs apart, and the second her legs opened, her walls clenched with greedy anticipation.

Violet gasped when he threw one of her legs over his shoulder, gripped her hips, and in one smooth, perfect motion, slid inside her.

They both groaned in unison as Asher buried himself deep inside her, stretching her oversensitive, overstimulated pussy. It was a sweet, aching mix of pain and pleasure that made Violet gasp. She should have a break from sex, but she was greedy for more.