Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 460: No Pretending

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" Violet and Alaric shouted enthusiastically, cheering the two shirtless alphas who were

going head-to-head in a drinking contest.

Roman Draven and Griffin Hale were upside down, balancing on their hands with their mouths latched to the

hoses as cold beer streamed straight into them.

"One-ninety-seven! One-ninety-eight—"

Griffin had started to choke, his legs twitching in the air. Sweat beaded down his temples, and his grip on the keg

hose was beginning to falter.

"One-ninety-eight!"

"Two hundred!"

A cheer went up, but Griffin was done. He sputtered, dropped down onto the grass with a grunt, rolled onto his

back, and groaned loudly.

"That's it. I'm done. | saw the Goddess and she toldto stop."

Violet laughed at the statement yet went on counting.

"Two-oh-two!"

Roman was still going, upside down and wild-eyed, his jaw clenched around the tap like a man on a mission. At

that moment, he indeed looked like a god of decadence.

"How is he still drinking?" Violet was impressed.

"Because Roman doesn’t believe in moderation," Alaric said under his breath, eyes on the south Alpha. "South

Pack breeds them like that, clubs on nearly every block, high-stakes tables in every basement. They party like

it’s tradition." He gave a dry smirk. "Lavida loca isn't a phase for them. It's their lifestyle."

"Two-twenty! Two-thirty!" Asher shouted since they stopped counting.

At last, Roman tore his mouth away, dropped to his feet with a fluid, acrobatic twist, landing perfectly. He was

soaked with beer, his chest heaving, but his eyes gleamed like a man who'd just won the crown.

Then with a vicious shower, he grabbed the keg and tilted the rest of it upward, letting the remaining beer splash

into the air and it rained down around him like a triumphant champagne shower, catching in the light as they

roared.

"That's right, baby!" Roman yelled, pumping his fists into the air. "I'm the god of pleasure!"

Violet shook her head, biting back a laugh.

"You're disgusting."

"You love it," Roman called back, wiping his soaked hair from his face with zero shame.

Griffin, still sprawled out on the grass, raised a limp hand. "Tell my abs | tried, honey."

Violet couldn't help but burst into laughter. Then Alaric passed her a drink and she chugged it down, the garden

coming alive again with the kind of energy that made her forget tomorrow existed.

"Let’s dance," Roman said, and without waiting for her response, he was already moving to the beat.

Violet didn’t hesitate, the warmth of the night was already buzzing through her veins. She was tipsy, and had to

start watching how much more she drank. For once, Violet found herself wishing she had the fast metabolism of

the wolves.

The lights strung above cast a golden halo over them, and Roman pulled Violet closer into him. They moved

slowly, their bodies swaying to the music. Roman’s hand was firm on her lower back, anchoring her, while the

other caressed the curve of her hip in circles.

The world narrowed until all Violet could feel was Roman's breath at her ear, his fingertips drawing invisible

shapes on her bare skin, and his chest rising and falling against hers.

Then Roman turned her until her back was to his chest and her eyes found Asher. He was lounging on the

nearest couch with a drink in hand, watching them.

Except he wasn’t just watching, he was practically devouring them. The way Asher’s eyes dragged over her

slowly, and with burning hunger made something twist low in her stomach.

So she decided to give him a show.

Violet raised her arms above her head, swaying her body to the beat, and losing herself in the moment. She

rolled her hips, grinding back into Roman’s hardness behind her, feeling the sharp intake of his breath against

her neck.

Roman didn’t speak. Not that he needed to. His mouth pressed hot kisses against her shoulder, her neck, his

teeth grazing her skin. His hands roamed up her sides, brushed the outer curve of her breasts before sliding

down and disappearing into the space between her thighs with a wicked slowness that had her goosebumps

erupting on her skin.

Violet leaned into him, her eyes never leaving Asher. And that was all it took Asher to crack.

The west Alpha set his drink down and crossed the space in three long strides.

Without a word, his hand wrapped possessively around her throat from behind, and tilted her face toward his. His

mouth met hers in a kiss that was all hunger and commanding, pulling a moan straight from her chest.

Violet melted between them. God, this was heaven.

Roman continued at her back, kissing the slope of her shoulder, his hand now cupping her breast with his thumb

grazing over her nipple through the fabric of her dress.

She moaned again and this tit was directly into Asher’s mouth.

The temperature in the air increased, heat blooming over Violet's skin, in her chest, and finally low in her belly.

Her head was swimming and her body thrummed like it had been lit from within.

She was desired and surrounded by both men and in that moment, Violet didn’t want to escape. She wanted

more.

So when Roman's hand disappeared between her thighs again, he didn’t tease like before. His fingers found her

— wet, hot, and ready for him — and Violet broke the kiss just to gasp for breath. But all that escaped her lips

was a needy mewl as Roman's finger thrust in and out of her, slow at first, then quicker.

"Oh God," Violet cried out when he added a second finger, stretching her, going deeper than before. His pace

quickened, stabbing into her heat relentlessly.

Violet's hands flew to Asher’s shoulders, her nails digging in. His arm remained wrapped around her waist,

keeping her grounded as Roman played her like a fiddle, dragging wave after wave of pleasure through her with

just his fingers.

"Oh fuck, I think I'm about to come—"

Her voice broke, stars exploding behind her eyes as Roman rubbed that one sweet spot inside of her.

Before she could cry out again, Asher grabbed her face and kissed her hard, swallowing the broken moans

pouring from her mouth as she capart between them.

Violet shuddered violently, her moan muffled against his lips, her body trembling from the intensity. Her fingers

clawed at Asher’s back, grasping him with a desperation that bordered on pain.

Behind her, Roman withdrew his fingers, slow and smug, and without hesitation, licked them clean, savoring her

taste. At that moment, he looked downright feral with his eyes gleaming, lips wet, and smiling like a cat who'd

just been given a treat.

Then Asher scooped Violet up without a word, carrying her over to the couch where he'd been sitting earlier. He

sat down, pulling her into his lap, and let her relax into him, breathless, flushed, and completely satisfied.

They remained that way, just the two of them enjoying the moment until, of course, Roman ruined it.

"Twister time!" he announced, far too loudly.

Asher groaned while Alaric laughed at his antics. Griffin howled in excitement.

And just like that, the peace was shattered.

"Get up, sweetheart," Alaric said, already tugging her gently off Asher’s lap. "The arena awaits."

"The what?" Violet mumbled, barely lifting her head.

"The mat." He pointed. "And your downfall."

Violet narrowed her eyes at all of them.

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Her skin prickled with awareness as she stepped onto the mat, every movement followed by four male gazes

that burned hotter than the fire pits surrounding them.

"I'm spinning," Asher announced from the sidelines, taking the role of a referee.

"Left foot, green." He announced.

Violet went first, stepping into place.

Roman followed her, intentionally staying close so she could feel his body heat, his thigh brushing against hers

as he stretched beside her. Of course, he didn’t say a word and just smirked.

"Right hand, blue."

Griffin dropped next to her, hitting the mat with smooth control. He planted his hand near her waist, and as he

leaned down, her dress shifted, riding up just an inch or two.

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was being devoured by their stares.

And they weren't even pretending anymore.