Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690: Building Stamina

Roman pounding into her from behind and Griffin thrusting into her mouth with his thick, heavy dick was enough to drive Violet feral with lust. In that moment, she was nothing but their vessel for pleasure, and she loved every second of how they handled her.

Griffin thrust deeper, and she nearly choked on his shaft, his fist tight in her hair, pulling just shy of pain. But she welcomed it. She craved it. She loved the way they used her, the way they made her feel wanted, devoured, and worshipped in the filthiest way possible.

Violet pushed her hips back, meeting Roman’s brutal thrusts, her ass slapping against him with each drive. At the same time, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked Griffin even harder.

The two men groaned in unison, deep and guttural, their pleasure vibrating through her. They rewarded her effort instantly by thrusting harder, deeper, taking exactly what she gave and demanding more. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Violet moaned and screamed around Griffin’s dick, her sounds muffled by the thick length filling her mouth. The vibration of her voice only made him twitch, tightening against her tongue.

Griffin stiffened suddenly, his cock pulsing at the back of her throat. Instinct told him to pull away but Violet refused. She latched onto him like a starving creature guarding her meal, sucking him greedily, unwilling to let him go.

"Fuck, Vi...." Griffin choked out, his voice breaking as veins stood out along his neck. His grip in her hair slackened, his whole body shuddering violently as he spilled hot, thick release down her throat.

Violet swallowed every drop greedily. When she pulled back, she dragged her tongue over the swollen head showing him exactly how much she enjoyed her reward before Griffin finally eased out of her, still impossibly hard.

Then Roman grabbed her waist and dragged her back onto him, maneuvering their bodies until they were sprawled along the edge of the bed. He lay flat on his back, heels braced against the floor, while Violet’s spine rested against his chest, her legs spread wide on either side of him.

From this position she could see her mates surrounding her like predators closing in on their prize. And Alaric’s eyes were like the very storm he summoned as he stared right into her.

A shiver rippled through Violet’s body. She knew exactly what he intended to do to her once he finally got his hands on her.

Roman lifted his hips just enough to slide back into her, the head of his cock pushing past her swollen entrance before he sank in deep again. Then he settled back, one strong arm curling around her waist and holding her snug against his chest as he began to thrust from beneath her.

"Look at you..." he murmured against her ear, his voice a low, wicked purr. "Aren’t you so damn flexible?"

The angle he hit her from made her see stars.

"Shit, Roman..." Violet moaned, her voice breaking as he drove into a spot so intense it made her whole head spin.

"Yes... say my name," Roman growled, slamming into her harder, the bedframe rattling violently beneath them.

"Roman..." Violet whimpered, teeth sinking into her lower lip as the pleasure dragged her under.

"Louder," he ordered, thrusting with a force that punched the air from her lungs. "Say it—who made you like this, princess?"

That last word dripped from his mouth with a twisted, corrupt delight like he was savoring every second of being the one fucking a royal.

"You did, Roman. All of you," Violet gasped. "You all made me like this."

"Like what exactly?" he demanded, and this time he grabbed her breast, squeezing hard enough to drag a cry from her throat.

"Fuck..." Violet choked out, her back arching. It was a sweet torment—too much and yet, not nearly enough.

"Made you like what exactly?" Roman pressed, his voice dark velvet and command. "Answer me, princess or you can forget about this—" He slowed his thrusts, dragging them out agonizingly, and Violet nearly lost her mind.

She broke instantly. "You made me like this! All bad and horny—fuck, Roman, please!"

Roman’s smirk was pure sinful victory.

Then he let go of all restraint.

He set a brutal pace, pounding into her until Violet’s moans broke into raw, breathless cries. There was no pause, no mercy. Just raw, dominant possession. Right now, they were nothing but animals rutting each other.

"God. I’m not gonna last!" Alaric snarled, fisting himself with a pace that matched Roman’s savage thrusts.

And who could blame him?

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