Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 500: Most Girls' Wet Dream Chapter 500: Most Girls' Wet Dream Or tried to shatter.

Griffin was seconds away from tipping over that glorious cliff when without warning Violet pulled off him with a wet pop. Her lips glistened with his release as she spoke, voice hoarse with control. "Don't cyet. You'll do that when I sit on you." Roman halted as well, catching the shift in command. He drew his wet hand back from between her thighs and brought it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean like a cat savoring cream.

Griffin looked wrecked with his chest heaving, but he nodded like an obedient soldier.

Violet turned her head toward the bed. "Go lie down." Then her gaze flicked to Roman. "And you," she said, voice rough with command, "I want your mouth on my tits while he fucks me." Roman's lips curved into that familiar slow, wicked smile. "In your service, ma'am," he said, giving her a mock salute.

Their mate was in charge now, and he damn loved it.

Griffin climbed onto the poor bed, which creaked under his weight, and lay back. Violet followed, but she didn't face him. Instead, she straddled him in reverse, planting her knees on either side of his hips. Yes, she was riding him reverse cowgirl style.

Violet reached between her thighs and grabbed Griffin's cock, positioning it right at her entrance. And then she sank down slowly, inch by devastating inch, until he was buried fully inside her.

Griffin's head fell back, a ragged curse escaping through gritted teeth. "Gods, you're tight..." Violet slammed her hips down hard, making him choke on his next breath. "I didn't ask for your commentary." "Yes, ma'am." He bit back a groan, chest rising fast.

Roman moved into place in front of her, eyes burning with desire. Violet looked up at him, still moving her hips with slow, punishing control.

"I want you to kisslike you mean it," she ordered, her breath catching as Griffin twitched inside her. Roman smirked, as if she just handed him a treat instead of a chore.

He bent down, cupped her face and kissed her deeply, slowly and possessively. His tongue tangled with hers as Griffin groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him.

Violet broke the kiss first, breathless, her voice rough as silk. "Lower." Roman obeyed, trailing kisses down her throat, over her collarbone, until his mouth found the soft swell of her breast. He licked over the curve first, then latched onto her nipple and suckled.

"Yes...." Violet gasped.

Her spine arched, pressing into Roman's mouth while her hips ground harder onto Griffin.

Griffin growled beneath her, hands tightening on her waist as he bucked upward to meet her rhythm. "Fuck, Violet..." "Don't cyet," She said through a moan. "You don't cuntil I do." Griffin's entire body was tense, sweat beading on his forehead as he gasped, "I'm trying, Violet. Fuck—I'm trying." But Violet did not care, chasing her own pleasure. Her head was tipped back between them, caught in the blissful war.

Roman's tongue was merciless, switching from one breast to the other while Griffin filled her again and again, his thighs shaking from restraint.

"Don't stop," Violet moaned, her voice breaking. "Just like that." Roman's hands slid behind her, one gripping her lower back with the other buried in her hair as he looked down at her face flushed with pleasure. "You like being worshipped, don't you, my Queen?" "Isn't that what I deserve?" she shot back with a breathless smirk.

Griffin thrust up hard in response, and Violet let out a cry, one that had Roman groaning low against her chest. "You're going to kill us both," Griffin rasped.

Roman chuckled, still suckling her as he looked up through half-lidded eyes. "Then what a glorious death." But Violet couldn't respond. Not when pleasure was rolling through her in crashing waves. Her movements were desperate now, chasing the edge. Griffin felt her tightening around him, and it drove him insane. His jaw clenched, muscles locked, and he slammed his hips upward to meet every roll of her hips.

Roman didn't stop. His mouth worshipped her with reverence and hunger, as if she were the goddess herself. He bit softly, and licked her nipple as if she was his last taste of heaven. Violet trembled, fingers buried in his green hair, and held him there, refusing to let him go.

Then she cried out. It was raw and loud and perfect.

Violet's entire body convulsed as she came, stars exploding behind her eyes, and heat ripping through her in torrents. Griffin followed a second later, his hands bruising her hips as he groaned her nthrough clenched teeth, spilling deep inside her.

Roman pulled back just enough to watch the way her face twisted in pleasure, his lips swollen and wet from her skin. "Beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Violet collapsed forward, falling against Roman's chest as her body trembled, still strung out from the high. Griffin was panting beneath her, his chest slick with sweat, his hands stroking her thighs as if trying to calm the aftershocks.

For a few seconds, the room was quiet with only the sound of their breathing, and the distant chirping of birds.

Then it was Roman's turn.

He grabbed Violet without warning and guided her down onto all fours, lifting her until her ass was high in the air, and on full display. Between her thighs, her dripping heat gleamed with Griffin's release.

Roman's green eyes darkened as he stood behind her, slowly stroking himself. He had waited for the moment Griffin would be done so he could have his turn.

Griffin, in question, had moved aside to give them space and now sat with his eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him.

Then Roman drove into her with one hard thrust, her slick heat offering no resistance. Violet's scream echoed off the walls as he filled her to the hilt with no mercy. It was a raw, dominant possession.

Immediately, Roman set a brutal pace, pounding into her so hard her moans turned into cries, the bed creaking beneath them. He grabbed her hair, yanking her back so her spine curved perfectly against his chest, his other hand slapping her ass, watching the skin bloom red. "My queen loves getting fucked like this, don't you?" "Yes! Please, don't stop-" "I wasn't planning to." Roman grunted, slamming into her harder such that one leg of the bed snapped.

But he didn't stop. He drove into her deep and unrelenting, until Violet's mind was in a haze. At that moment, her body was nothing but a vessel for his pleasure.

The bed finally gave out, collapsing beneath them with a loud crack, not that it stopped them. Not even for a second. They didn't miss a beat, too far gone in the throes of pleasure to care.

Even Griffin couldn't help but begin to touch himself, the scene so damn arousing.

He matched the pace of the couples, faster now, his muscles tensed, and his jaw tight. He was so damn close. "Roman-oh my God!" she screamed.

Violet's walls clenched hard, her body shuddering as the orgasm ripped through her with the force of a violent t/shaking wave. She cried out uncontrollably, but Roman didn't stop. He kept thrusting, chasing his own high, until his groan broke through the air and he spilled deep inside her, every last drop. Beside them, Griffin broke too. He grunted like an animal, jerking hard as he call over himself, thick spurts painting his abs. It was messy, rough, and fucking perfect.

Violet had never seen a sexier sight.

Then she collapsed onto the bed, boneless, with Roman slipping out of her. He followed right after, pulling her into his arms and it felt damn good. He was so warm and cuddly.

There would be no more fucking though because she couldn't feel her legs, and her whole body was so sensitive it actually hurt. Maybe when she woke up, they could try sother wild position. But not now.

Griffin quickly cleaned himself up, then joined them. The bed was small, Olet m which meant Violet ended up sandwiched between both men. Not that she was complaining. Their heat, scent and weight soothed the bond in her chest. Violet was living most girls' wet dream, and she damn well knew it.