Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 400: Don’t Stop

She was not getting pregnant.

Violet took those words back the moment the fog around her mind began to lift. The mating fever had finally eased, though she could still feel it humming beneath her skin like an ever-annoying, invisible itch. But at least she could think again.

And right now, she needed to get out of this damn forest and find Adele. She prayed whatever contraceptive the healer had given her that day was "extremely" effective, because frankly, Griffin had literally fucked her brains out in the short time they’d spent here.

Not just Adele. Violet needed to see her other boyfriends. And while she and Griffin hadn’t talked about it, it was obvious this was going to become a very complicated situation.

It was said that once the mate bond struck, the only person you’d crave, think about, or desire was your mate. Other men would repulse you, your body, mind and soul belonging to one person only.

But that wasn’t the case here. Not even close.

Violet very much thought about them. In fact, she was worried sick. It had been days since their disappearance. She knew those guys and she bet they were probably tearing Aster City apart looking for her.

"The boys are coming for us, aren’t they?" Violet asked softly, glancing at Griffin with concern.

"Definitely. And that’s what scares me. Asher, especially," Griffin muttered.

Violet gulped. Just the thought of Asher leaving the hospital to search for her made her stomach twist. She wouldn’t forgive herself if anything happened to him.

"I honestly don’t know where the hell we are," Griffin said, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around. "But I’m guessing we’re out of Aster City and our best bet is retracing our steps."

"You mean going back to our kidnappers?" she deadpanned.

"I can handle them. Kinda already did." Griffin puffed his chest out, proud and smug as if remembering the carnage he’d left behind.

Violet rolled her eyes. Men and their egos. It was ridiculous, yet hot. There was something inherently sexy about having someone strong enough to burn down the world for you. Or in his case "Pound" them — the beast’s strength was scary.

Her lips curved into a teasing smirk. "I remember clearly that was The Beast’s doing. In fact..." she purred, stepping closer, "I’m thinking he deserves a reward. Maybe I’ll give him a better name. Something that gives him an identity, other than just ’the animal.’ Although, The Beast doesn’t sound so bad either." noveldrama

But Griffin’s expression changed. He frowned. "Don’t encourage him, Violet. The Beast is dangerous."

"He’s still a part of you."

"A part I can’t control."

"Maybe that’s the problem," Violet countered. "You’re trying to control him. What if he just wants his own different identity, yet not separate from you."

"You’re talking about an aggressive, super-strong entity with the emotional maturity of a rock. Or have you forgotten he nearly took you?"

"Well," Violet shrugged, her voice turning into a breathy tease, "That was the mating bond wanting us to connect. And considering we’ve been fucking like animals all day, you can’t exactly blame the guy for wanting in on a little action."

"Really, Violet?" Griffin groaned in disbelief, his voice ragged with exasperation and arousal.

Unbothered, Violet stepped closer enough to tease, but careful not to touch him. She wasn’t letting the fever win this round. Not yet.

She leaned in with a sultry whisper. "Don’t delude yourself, Big man. One day, The Beast and I are going to get a bit of action. I don’t know how or why, but I find myself craving you in all forms."

"Fuck, Violet!" Griffin growled, eyes darkening as he glanced down helplessly at his dick which had risen, rock-hard.

And well, they were both still naked.

Thanks to Griffin shredding her clothes like some rabid alpha in heat—with no thought about what she’d wear on the way back—and his having been annihilated the moment he shifted into the beast, they were left entirely naked.

So Violet got a full, unfiltered view of him. And God help her, that view. Griffin’s cock stood swollen, thick, flushed, with beads of semen glistening at the tip.

On Violet’s part, her mouth watered while her core pulsed with heat rushing between her legs.

Yes, the fever was back.

Oh no. Not now.

Oh yes. Now.

Violet dropped to her knees without hesitation, and in one fluid, hungry motion, she took him into her mouth with a wanton moan that reverberated through the clearing. Griffin threw his head back, groaning. This mate of his was impossible.

That expressive face of hers said it all. Violet wasn’t just doing this because it was the mating fever —although that didn’t give them an option here. No, she was enjoying every damn second of it.

God, this woman was going to be the death of him. And yes, he wasn’t going to last. Not with that look in her eyes.

Griffin’s hands threaded into her hair as his hips began to thrust, fucking her mouth the way he wanted, and she let him. There was no resistance, just heat and wet and that sinful expression of hers that told him she wanted to be ruined by him.

He groaned, deep and guttural, as he spilled into her mouth and Violet swallowed him down, her throat working greedily. Well, not all of it.

Griffin pulled out with a ragged breath, and let the rest of his seed streak across her body just the way his wolf demanded. He was marking her. Claiming and painting her in his scent as his wolf cheered and chanted possessively in his mind, Mine. Mine. Mine.

Then he looked down at the result of his madness. His seed glistened on her flushed face, her chest, and the corners of her mouth where it dripped like a decadent sin. The scent of her, of them, was thick in the air, saturating everything.

It drove him into a frenzy.

Violet squealed in surprise when Griffin suddenly scooped her up like she weighed nothing. But through the bond, she felt his need so she didn’t resist. Instead, she wrapped her legs around him just as he thrust back into her.

Oh God. She was still so wet and sensitive yet this was perfect.

Griffin’s hands gripped her ass, steadying her with a strength that stunned her every time. And then he began to move fast, hard and deep just the way she liked it. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her, and he would never.

"I don’t think we’re going to get out of here anytime soon," Violet gasped out between each thrust, her breath heavy and broken.

"We’ll be fine," Griffin grunted back, his own breath just as ragged as he pounded into her like the world might end.

Violet’s moans were loud, and unfiltered. She was chasing the high again, getting closer and closer.

But then she felt Griffin tensed, even as he kept fucking her.

"I can hear footsteps," he said through gritted teeth.

"No, no, please don’t stop," Violet pleaded, nearly delirious.

Enemy or not, she didn’t care. If anyone dared interrupt her climax, she would kill them.

"Not that I can stop either," Griffin growled, still moving inside her, each thrust slamming her higher as the sound of rustling leaves grew louder.

"Griffin!"

It was hard to tell who screamed his name.

Whether it was Violet who finally hit her climax and broke in his arm.

Or his mother, Irene, who had just burst into the clearing and froze.