Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 499

Chapter 499: In Control

Violet was slowly kissing his abs now. The lingering scent of sandalwood from his soap mixed with his scent was driving her insane. Her libido was at an all-time high and all she could think about was him. Them. Him. She wanted them all.

Her mouth kept trailing lower, lips brushing the ridges of his toned stomach until they reached the sharp V-lines carved into his abdomen. She paused there, kissing the spot intentionally, then looked up at Griffin with that naughty smile on her face that spelt trouble. She planned to ruin him.

Griffin breath stuttered. His chest was rising too fast now, like he’d been caught in a sprint. His eyes were locked on hers and he could already tell where this was headed. He swallowed hard, heat pulsing through him.

Yeah. He was in trouble. The good kind.

Then Violet leaned in and dragged her tongue along the deep grooves of his V-line. She did it slowly as if tasting ice cream, savoring every sculpted dip and ridge.

Griffin cursed under his breath, fists clenching at his sides. His jaw tightened, and he fought the urge to grab her right then. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. His abs flexed involuntarily, the heat pooling fast in his groin. One more second of this and he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

"Violet..." His voice came out hoarse, strained. "You do that one more time, and I swear..."

But Roman, still watching from the bed, said with a smirk, "Go on, baby girl. Don’t stop now."

This time, Violet went lower, her lips brushing along the thick outline of his cock, hard and straining against his pants.

"Dear God," Griffin hissed through his teeth, his hips twitching beneath her.

But Violet showed no mercy. She kept tracing every curve like she owned it, her tongue teasing him until the front of his pants turned damp. He wasn’t going to last at this rate and if he was going to come, it would be in her mouth—Violet wasn’t in the mood to waste a single drop.

Voilet might be on her knees, but there was nothing submissive about the way she looked up at him.

Her eyes burned with desire as she pressed her palm against his bulge, rubbing with slow, calculated pressure.

She purred, "Do you want me, mate?"

"F-fuck, I do," Griffin breathed, his voice strained. "More than anything you can imagine."

"Then take it off," she ordered.

Griffin didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped in seconds, and Violet’s eyes gleamed when his cock sprang free—thick, hard, and already leaking. He looked so damn beautiful.

"Good boy," Violet praised, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer until his cock hovered right in front of her lips. Her breath ghosted over the tip, but she didn’t take him in. Not yet.

This wasn’t like Violet, but damn, her being in control was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Roman let out a low whistle from where he lounged. "Fuck, if that’s how our queen claims her throne, I’ll kneel anytime."

Holy God almighty.

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