Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 522

Chapter 522: Pay Their Respect

The sex hadn’t been planned, but it had been explosive, leaving Violet more than a little over the moon. When they finally stepped out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to their skin, Violet’s body tingled with the memory of their mouths and hands, every nerve alive as if the bond itself were humming through her veins.

Roman was toweling his hair when he caught sight of her, a wicked grin spreading. "Is it just me, or is our mate actually glowing right now?"

Griffin, bent over as he tugged his briefs up his sculpted ass, shot her a look over his shoulder. His brow arched. "That doesn’t just look like an afterglow."

Violet blinked down and nearly yelped. Her hands were glowing. Literally. Oh, hell.

Roman’s grin split wide. "I knew it. Someone’s emotions are spilling everywhere, she’s literally glowing from the afterglow." He leaned closer, wicked amusement dancing in his green eyes. "Tell me, Violet, was the sex that good?"

"Shut up!" Violet’s face went red as she shoved him away, mortified.

Roman’s eyes lit with delight. "Oh, this is so good." He smirked, circling her like a wolf with prey. "If this is a Fae thing, then I’m obsessed. What else can you do, huh? Turn green with envy? Blue when you’re cold? Pink when you’re horny?"

"That’s enough, Roman." Griffin was fully dressed now, stepping in to her aid. He turned to Violet. "I think you should calm down and let your color come back to normal."

"Or..." Roman purred, eyes traveling down the curve of her body. He lifted a hand toward the sash of her bathrobe, fingers hovering over the loose knot tied at her waist. "We could have a little more fun, and I could discover just how many shades you can turn." His voice dripped seduction, every word daring her to imagine what he’d do if he tugged that knot free.

Griffin’s hand shot out, smacking Roman’s away before he could touch the sash.

"Ouch!" Roman yelped, though the grin never left his lips. He shot Griffin a playful glare, eyes glinting with mischief.

Griffin ignored Roman completely and placed both hands firmly on her shoulders, his gaze holding hers with intent.

"Now, deep breath," he instructed softly. "Yes... just like that."

Violet inhaled shakily, her chest rising, then she exhaled, trying to mimic his calmness.

"Just like you hid your Fae features before, you can do it again." Griffin encouraged her.

The words settled inside her and Violet remembered what it felt like to look normal. So she tried once again to pull the mask of normalcy over herself, another breath in, another slow breath out. This time she held onto that image until the shimmer dulled and her complexion was back to its human tone.

"Good girl." Griffin’s lips curved with pride as he gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze.

Roman, leaning against the wall, muttered, "Well, let’s hold onto that self-control, sweetheart, because we can’t slip up in front of my father. Not to mention, Alexa."

And yes, Roman and Violet were going to see Leon Draven—or in Roman’s playful tone, her second father-in-law. Griffin, on the other hand, was going to track down Alaric. It was strange, too strange, that Alaric hadn’t come to see them yet.

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