Defy The Alpha(s) - Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Sweet Temptation
Violet kissed him back, her hands tentatively lifting his shirt up, fingers grazing over the hard ridges of muscle. Fuck. The guy was built like a rock.

However, no matter how tantalizing Griffin’s rock hard abs were, a name echoed in her mind.

Alaric.

He was watching them from a distance with no reaction on his part. What must he be thinking, seeing his own girlfriend being kissed by his best friend?

Did he finally lose his mind?

But Griffin seemed to sense her distraction and his lips moved more aggressively against hers, tilting her head back, stealing all air from her lungs, and all thoughts from her mind.

He caused her head to go blank. Violet couldn’t think of anything except for his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. and his hands on her waist.

Her own hands slide up, her fingers finally burying themselves in the one thing she had been aching to touch—his hair.

God, it was soft. Thick, silky, and warm between her fingers, just as she had imagined. If not better.

A shudder wracked through Griffin as she curled her hands into his red locks, deepening the kiss. He groaned in approval, his grip on her tightening as he angled his head, demanding more.

They kissed with reckless abandon, ignoring the audience around them in the name of Alaric. However, Alaric was not one to be ignored, because he had his own plans.

Violet felt a new sensation of warm lips brushing against the curve of her neck from behind. She gasped into Griffin’s mouth, and he swallowed the sound whole, but she knew exactly who it was.

Alaric.

He tilted her chin to the side, exposing more of her throat as his lips skimmed over it, teasing, testing, as if deciding where to sink his teeth.

Alaric’s breath was warm, his touch intentional, and when his lips pressed just beneath her jawline, a shiver of pleasure raced down her spine.

Oh, gods. Heat pooled low in her belly and Violet arched back against him.

A soft chuckle brushed against her ear. “You didn’t really think you could just run from me, did you?” Alaric murmured, his voice dark and causing goosebumps to wash over her.

Violet’s heart pounded at the combined effect of Alaric’s words and Griffin continous kisses. The pleasure was becoming overwhelming and was too much for her body to handle, but Alaric made it clear he had plans for her.

His fingers sparkling with small threads of lightning trailed down her arm, brushing against her skin in a featherlight gesture that sent shivers of pleasure through her body.

“Urgh,” Violet whimpered into Griffin’s mouth.

“You’re trembling,” Alaric stated the obvious

with dark amusement. “Do we make you nervous, Violet?”

Violet tried to part her lips to get air. She wanted to clear the haze clouding her mind and escape these two bad wolves before they devoured her. But Griffin’s hold was like iron and she couldn’t escape him.

As Griffin continued to kiss her deeply, Alaric’s hand travelled down to her jeans and began undoing the button, then the zipper until a moment later, a finger entered her wetness.

“Mmmh,” Violet moaned, her head spinning. This was too much. Too much heat, too much sensation, too much of them. And she needed to breathe.

This time Griffin let her part, and Violet sucked in a lungful of breath, yet there was still nothing to brace her against Alaric’s skilled fingers. So instead, she held onto Griffin tightly, else her legs gave up on her as Alaric continued to torment her.

“You’re such a greedy vixen,” Alaric whispered in her ear as he circled and flicked her clit mercilessly.

Violet moaned long and loud, not caring anyone might stumble upon them. How could she care when the sensation was driving her crazy?

Griffin had taken to nibbling, sucking and biting her skin. Those bites would probably leave a mark later, but she would care about those later.

Except Violet had a bigger problem now as the big man had a change of mind, reaching around to grab her breasts through her clothes. Kneading, fondling and pinching, he added to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Violet’s moans grew louder and more desperate as the dual sensations peaked, making her feel lightheaded and overwhelmed. At this point, she might explode from the pleasure.

“Please…” Violet asked for mercy. She couldn’t do this anymore. If anyone had ever told her even in her wildest dream that tonight would end like this, she could never believe it!

“As the lady wishes!” Alaric said cockily, the words sending a chill down her spine.

Then his fingers began to move faster and faster against her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge

“Fuck!” Violet cried out, the feelings inside of her already building to that peak that she couldn’t breathe. They were going to be the death of her!

Alaric’s movements pushed her over the edge into a powerful orgasm and before Violet knew it, she was kissing Griffin again, screaming her pleasure into his mouth and the big man indulged her with passionate kisses.

But Alaric didn’t stop either, he kept flicking and circling her clit, drawing out her pleasure for as long as it could last until Violet had a second orgasm and collapsed against Griffin, completely spent.

Only then did Alaric withdraw his fingers, glistening with her wetness. He brought them to his mouth and licked her essence off each finger, savoring the sweet taste with a pleased growl. It was worth it.

Then Alaric pulled Violet away from Griffin, eager to take his turn with her. His kiss was demanding, possessive, as if he was reclaiming what was rightfully his. Violet found herself melting against him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her intense orgasms.

Alaric kissed her deeply, making sure she could taste herself on his lips, a tangy reminder of the pleasure he’d just given her. The hard bulge of his member was pressed against her, while Griffin’s hands roamed her body, both men promising sweet temptation she might not have been able to resist had they been inside.

Thank the gods for little mercies.

Violet finally pulled away from Alaric, her breath heavy as her chest rose and fell with exertion. Her lips tingled from the kiss, swollen. Not to mention her skin was flushed, and her mind was nothing but a scrambled mess of heat, confusion, and disbelief.

She turned wide, dazed eyes toward Alaric, then Griffin, and the reality of what she had just done slammed into her with a full force.

This was not just a kiss. Nor a heated moment of weakness. No, she had rapidly shifted up a gear from soft touches to heavy petting and with two men.

One, her boyfriend. The other, her freaking crush.

The gods help her. What the hell had she just done?

Her stomach twisted, shame and shock bubbling into a volatile mix of emotions.

Violet whirled on Alaric, because screw it, she needed someone to blame. And that someone was her boyfriend, the one who had pushed Griffin toward her.

“You better start talking now.” She demanded, her voice already tight with tension and a single thread away from snapping.

And as the full scope of madness settled in her head, Violet became very aware of the raging temper she was barely holding back.

Her foot twitched, her brain already contemplating kicking Alaric in the one spot where the sun never shone. Not that she had the heart to actually hurt him—her devastatingly handsome, ridiculously good mannered boyfriend—but angry people did angry things, and right now, she was fuming.

Alaric lifted his hands, trying to calm her. Even though she looked a second away from murdering him, he was ever the picture of calm, as if he wasn’t the reason she was currently on the verge of a meltdown.

“I know it’s bewildering to you, but—”

“Ah-ah! No excuses.” She cut him off sharply, jabbing a furious finger at him. “Just explain to me what the fuck just happened right now!”

And then, before Alaric could even attempt to open his mouth, someone beat him to it.

“I like you.”

Violet froze.

Her head snapped toward Griffin, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as his deep, unwavering voice reverberated in her ears.

Did… did he just…? Was that what she was thinking?

Fuck. Violet nearly choked on her own saliva.

She gawked at Griffin, completely stunned by the sheer boldness of his confession.

Her face went beet red as she spluttered, “B-But I’m Alaric’s girlfriend!”

“And you can be mine too,” Griffin said simply, stepping closer, his confidence shattering her fragile grip on reality.

Violet’s mouth fell open, then closed. Then fell open again.

Because what the hell was she even supposed to say to that?

Griffin’s gaze burned with hope, like he had just offered her the solution to all her problems instead of throwing her into a full-fledged existential crisis.

“We can share,” Griffin continued smoothly, as if this was a perfectly rational conversation. “Alaric doesn’t mind. I don’t mind either.”

Oh. My. Gods. She must be on an alien planet right now. This can’t be planet earth.

This was simply mentals.

The whole thing was completely, utterly, beyond the realms of sanity. But of course, this was Lunaris academy where the impossibility becomes possible. This school keeps getting better day after day. That was what Violet could think as her brain spiraled into pure chaos.

Of course, polyandry wasn’t exactly extinct. She had heard of packs who practiced such relationships, but never—not in her wildest, most outlandish dreams—had she thought that she would be in this situation.

She already had her hands full with Alaric.

How in the ever-loving hell was she supposed to handle Griffin too? And the threat of Asher too. Nope, she would run mad.

Moreover, she didn’t know how that stuff worked anyway. Neither did she even want to think about how it worked.

Violet shook her head violently, as if trying to physically rid herself of the thought. “No, I don’t think I can handle this. It’s too much—”

“You can handle this.”

Alaric’s voice was gentle yet firm, as he took her hand in his. The warmth of his touch seeped into her skin, grounding her. More like coercing her.

He said “Others before you did it. You can.”

And just like that, something clicked in Violet’s head. It hit her like a bolt of lightning.

Lucille.

Violet sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes widening.

“Lucille…” she murmured, pieces falling into place at an alarming rate. “That’s right.”

She looked between them, her stomach twisting as the truth became unbearably clear to her.

“She had a polyandrous relationship with both of you.” Violet rephrased, “All of you.”

Her voice trailed off, but everything already made sense.

That’s why Alaric and Griffin had been arguing earlier. ‘She’s not Lucille.’

That’s why they had looked at her like she was an enigma they couldn’t figure out.That’s why Griffin was so confident. Because they had already decided for her.

Her blood ran cold and Violet staggered back, horrified.

“You planned this…”

Alaric and Griffin exchanged looks.

Violet’s stomach dropped.

Oh, gods. They had.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.” Violet said, having made up her mind.

She turned to leave, but Alaric grabbed her wrist, stopping her. His touch burned through her like a brand, making her stomach twist with emotions she wasn’t ready to confront.

“Wait,” Alaric said, urgently “Didn’t you tell me you liked Griffin? ”

Violet’s breath hitched. She clenched her jaw, eyes shutting against the silent pain clawing at her chest.

“Don’t you get it?” she whispered, “It’s not about liking Griffin.”

Her gaze met his, raw with anguish.

“This is what Asher wants!”