Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 495

Chapter 495: The Mates In Paradise

"You’re finally awake," Roman said as soon as Violet stirred. Her eyes had always been pretty, but now they shone like spun gold and were absolutely bewitching. Even a blind man could sense from her presence alone that something about her had changed.

The others would probably say he was lucky to be her mate. Hell, some might even envy him. But to Roman, it felt like the goddess had used the opportunity to punish him in the most exquisite, agonizing way.

Violet had slept like a baby through the night meaning the mating fever had chosen him to deal with instead.

He’d had a raging case of blue balls, and he’d alleviated himself so many times his hand actually ached. But it hadn’t been enough.

The only saving grace was that Violet slept beside him. Maybe it was her scent, maybe just her nearness, but it had kept him from completely losing his mind, something not uncommon when the fever took over.

So yeah, it had been a long, torturous night.

And now she was finally awake, her skin glowing with the softness of a child, looking more beautiful than ever, even if it was in an otherworldly way. Violet was like a phoenix reborn from ash.

For a moment, Violet looked dazed, as if she didn’t recognize him. Then her eyes flashed gold, glowing with wild intensity, and she growled, "Mate!"

Hell yeah. Roman nearly barked out a laugh. He was two seconds away from tattooing that word across his forehead just to make it official he was property of Violet Purple.

But that smug thought flew right out the window when she suddenly shoved him flat onto the bed with lightning-fast strength.

"Whoa, easy there," Roman muttered startled, trying to sit up but he couldn’t.

Violet had pinned both of his wrists to the mattress, and to his complete shock he couldn’t move at all. She was quite strong.

"Okay," Roman surrendered when it became obvious he wasn’t getting free anytime soon. "I usually prefer calling the shots, but for once I don’t mind—oh sweet lord," he choked out as Violet slowly ground down against his painfully hard length.

And did he forget to mention they were completely naked? Yeah. Skin to skin.

Last night, the very idea of clothes between them had felt wrong. The fabric had irritated him so much he’d yanked it off halfway through the night. But once he’d felt her bare body pressed against his, warm and soft and real, it had felt like home.

Hence, in one word, there was nothing between them.

Roman groaned, caught between torment and bliss, as Violet rocked against him with slow, deliberate friction. He was so hard it hurt, so close he could’ve come just from that. But not yet. Goddess, not yet. He needed to be inside her when he shattered.

Roman tried to move, to grab her waist and flip her beneath him, to finally sink into the heat he’d fantasized about for what felt like forever. Not that he’d last—hell, one thrust and he might be done. That was how badly he needed her. How badly he had needed her last night, lying next to her, skin to skin, with nothing but willpower holding him back. But she’d been unconscious. And as desperate as he’d been, he wasn’t that kind of monster.

And Goddess knew how many times he had joked about this moment with the other boys. Now it was finally within reach. Well, almost.

Violet still didn’t release him. Her slick heat rubbed against his length, her entrance teasing the head of his cock but never letting him in. God. Was this how Griffin’s mating fever with her had gone? If so, how the hell had he not lost his mind because he was damn close.

She was enjoying this. Roman could tell from the cruel glint in her eyes, from the way she rolled her hips with delicious intent—taking pleasure, holding control, and driving him insane.

In that moment, she didn’t look like the Violet he knew as if something else had taken over. Then suddenly, Violet was shuddering on top of him, her release gushing onto his length. And when she looked down at him, she was smirking like a satisfied predator who’d just claimed her prey.

"Mine." She declared possessively.

The mating fever blazed through Roman, fierce and unbearable. He bared his teeth, eyes glowing with authority. She was going to give him what he wanted!

But Violet met his challenge with a growl of her own. The warning in her voice was clear, she was in control here.

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