Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 404: Do the Hanky-Panky

Violet woke up to soft kisses being showered on her mating rune, and a small sigh of contentment escaped her lips.

She opened her eyes with a smile at the sight of Griffin.

"Good morning, mate. I bet you had a pleasant night?" Griffin said with a knowing grin.

Violet instantly knew what that flirty grin was for.

They had arrived late to the East Pack after nearly a three-hour flight. Griffin had taken her straight to his room, where they’d done nothing but fuck, sleep, fuck again, and then finally collapse in exhaustion.

"Good morning, mate," Violet responded with a purr. "I did have a pleasant night, even if it was short."

Griffin laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her and warmed her from the inside out.

Supporting himself on his arms, Griffin leaned over her and gently brushed her hair away from her face. It was one of those rare moments where there was no talking, just the quiet intimacy of his fingers combing through hair, and his eyes drinking her in like she was the most sacred thing he’d ever touched.

His hair massage was heaven and Violet closed her eyes, savoring it.

Griffin’s scent was sun-soaked woods and warm amber, laced with the crisp tang of summer citrus that surrounded her. It calmed and anchored her as the bond pulsed within her. It was no longer foreign but not yet entirely familiar either. They were two souls, bound together and still learning each other’s rhythm.

But like all beautiful moments, it didn’t last forever.

"How are you feeling, Violet?"

Her eyes snapped open. She knew exactly what that question was about.

"I’m good," she answered curtly.

"Violet?" he pressed gently.

She reached out and cupped his cheek, saying gently. "I have you, my mate. That’s all that matters."

Griffin took her hand in his and kissed it, slow and reverent. Then he said, "You know I don’t mind, Violet. You can have them if that’s what you want. I don’t care what the pack says or if it’s conventional or not. All I care about is your happiness."

"And what about your happiness?" she asked quietly.

"I told you, I’m good."

"Mates are supposed to be possessive," Violet pointed out.

"I am possessive," Griffin said. "Just not in the way you’d expect. I don’t feel threatened by our little group, our harem, or whatever people want to call it. But the others? Yesterday, I had to fight the urge to rip the heads off the males staring at what’s mine."

"Wow. Sexist caveman energy, much?" she joked.

Griffin laughed but continued, "The point is that when you were with Roman, I didn’t feel that feral rage. Not even when you kissed him. It just felt normal." He huffed. "I guess I sound crazy."

But Violet shook her head, "No, you don’t sound crazy, not to me. And it’s comforting because I’ve been wondering the same thing."

"But then... " She continued, "What if Roman is right? What if it’s just because the bond is new and we are just too emotionally connected as a group. Maybe all it needs is time, and soon, I’ll forget about the others, while you’ll become the center of my universe."

But even as the words left her mouth, her heart ached and Griffin felt the pain through the bond.

His voice softened. "Violet..."

"Shh." Violet hushed him with a finger against his lips. "I don’t want to talk about them. What I want is for you to fuck me until it all fades away. Until you’re all I think about, mate."

A low growl rumbled from Griffin’s chest at her words, primal and pleased.

His voice came out rough and breathy. "As you wish, mate."

They were both already naked from the night before and there was nothing between them.

Griffin shifted between her legs, his hands sliding down her thighs slowly with hunger. He spread her open and leaned in with reverence and possession.

He began to eat her out.

His tongue moved in slow, teasing circles at first, tasting her like she was a delicacy he’d been denied too long. Violet gasped, her hips twitching, her hand flying to his hair as her fingers curled into the thick strands, pulling him closer.

Griffin groaned into her, savoring her taste, his tongue sliding deeper, and flicking at a skilled pace.

"Oh shit..." Violet moaned, writhing under the pleasure of it.

Griffin gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as her back arched and she began to grind against his face with abandon.

"Yes, just like that... Oh God... Griffin!"

Violet was screaming now, swept up in the rising tide, her body rushing towards release.

Then he slid a finger into her, curving it just right, while his tongue never stopped moving and the double combination completely shattered her.

Violet’s climax hit hard, her walls clenching around his finger as she cried out in pleasure.

Griffin watched her with satisfaction.

There was something devastatingly sexy about seeing her fall apart on his tongue.

Violet on the other hand was turned on when she saw her release all over his face. He belonged to her, and there was no better proof than that.

Griffin straightened up and said to her, "Grab the pillows from behind and don’t let go else..." He slapped her ass, and Violet moaned, the pain blending deliciously with the pleasure, making her pussy walls clench in response.

Violet didn’t waste a second. She reached back and buried her hands beneath the pillows, bracing herself just as he’d instructed.

Then Griffin hooked both of her legs up, gripping them with one hand while the other steadied her hips. With one strong thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. Both of them groaned in unison at the shock of sensation, a euphoric stretch they would never grow used to. No matter how many times they did this, every time felt like the first, intoxicating, and addictive.

Griffin began to power into her such that the bed frame knocked rhythmically against the wall with the force of his thrusts.

"Yes... yes... go on, my sexy beast... give it to me..." Violet moaned shamelessly, her voice filled with desire.

Griffin took her encouragement like fuel, pounding into her like the beast she named him. When it seemed like he couldn’t get any deeper, he spread her legs wider and drove into her with savage accuracy. noveldrama

"Oh my God!" Violet cried out, her eyes rolling back. That angle! That goddamned angle had her seeing stars. She was quaking under him, losing complete control.

Griffin groaned loudly, his movement full of animalistic need. He was completely lost in her. Until—

The door burst open and a red-haired girl barreled in, shouting excitedly, "Brother Griffin!"

Except what she got was an eyeful of her brother’s ass mid-thrust and a girl lying beneath him.

She screamed.

Violet and Griffin jolted in panic, instantly scrambling apart with fright etched on both of their faces.

The young girl turned on her heels and dashed out, her shrill voice echoing down the hall, "Mummy! Mummy! Griffin is doing the hanky-panky with some girl!"

Dear. God.