Defy The Alpha(s) - 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.

Then he began to move.

Violet’s moan rang out, echoing across the room. In this position, every thrust hit a new sweet spot—ones she hadn’t even known existed until now. Her body trembled beneath him, her breath stolen with every powerful move.

“Yes, Asher… that’s it… yes—oh God!” Violet squealed when Asher began slamming into her, plowing into her so hard her walls clenched and pulsed around him uncontrollably.

She was losing herself, unraveling with every thrust and drowning in pleasure. Her fingers tangled in her hair, desperate to anchor herself through the overwhelming sensation.

“You love this, don’t you?” Asher growled, voice rough, dark, possessive. “The way I fuck you savagely hard. The way I own your body. The way I remind you that you’re mine. This sweet little pussy? All mine.”

His hips pounded into her with punishing thrusts, the slick, filthy sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room with raw intensity

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” was all Violet could cry out, overwhelmed, consumed, entirely at his mercy, as her body responded to his every claim.

This was a punishment and Violet loved every second of it. The way Asher owned her, deliciously and gloriously, in a way only he ever could.

Her orgasm built fast, and unstoppable. And when it crashed over her, she screamed his name. “Asher!”

Her entire body spasmed with pleasure, waves rippling from her head to the very tips of her toes. It was so intense she nearly blacked out.

But Asher wasn’t done.

He pulled out, flipped her over in one smooth motion until she was flat on her stomach, legs nudged apart, and hips perfectly positioned for him.

With both hands gripping her ass and pressing her down into the mattress, Asher slid back inside, and Violet let out a sigh, drunk on the fullness, the way he filled her so completely it hurt in the best way.

Then he started thrusting into her over and over, fast, hard, and relentless. With inhuman strength and speed, Asher pounded into her like an animal, and all Violet could do was clutch the sheets, her voice breaking into cries and breathless whimpers of unfiltered, consuming pleasure.

When Asher smacked her ass, Violet knew she was done for. Her sex clenched around him like a vice, and she felt herself hurtling toward another maddening climax.

Asher knew it too. He pulled her flush against him, his every muscle tight with restraint as he thrust deeper—harder— fucking her like he wanted to leave a mark on her soul.

Violet screamed as the tension finally snapped, her body shaking as her inner walls clamped around his cock in tight, rhythmic waves, the pleasure blinding.

Asher had no choice but to follow. He shuddered violently, hips jerking as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and came with a guttural grunt.

Violet felt the heat of his release flood her channel. It leaked down her thighs as his weight sank onto her back.

Then Asher wrapped his arms around her, pulling her impossibly closer. He didn’t bother to pull out, his cock buried deep inside of her throbbing, and claiming.

All mine.

His eyes fluttered shut with satisfaction.