Defy The Alpha(s)
Chapter 445: Too Hot To Handle

Chapter 445: Too Hot To Handle

Music from the store filtered softly into the fitting room where Violet stood changing. She had decided on wearing the lavender two-piece, not because Asher had chosen it, but because she liked it, especially that slit in the middle.

She’d just slipped on the skirt and was reaching for the cropped top when the curtain snapped open.

Violet turned and froze.

Roman slipped in first, his grin positively sinful, while Alaric followed after him with a quiet sort of elegance, closing the curtain behind them as if they’d rehearsed this.

"Seriously?" Violet hissed, trying to cover her chest with her arms, her cheeks going up in flames. If she didn’t know these men, she’d be screaming bloody murder right now.

Roman only smirked. "You left the curtain half open. That’s practically an invitation."

Violet cocked her head. "Even you too, Alaric?" This was more Roman’s behavior, not his.

But Alaric only shrugged, far too casually. "Evil communication corrupts good manners," He said.

Violet was rendered speechless.

Roman, of course, didn’t mind being labeled the corrupting influence. He chuckled, wearing the title like a crown.

Then his eyes dropped to her chest and the slow burn in his gaze made her swallow.

"What are you hiding there, little purple?" he asked, his tone sultry as hell.

Violet hesitated. But then again, what was she hiding? These men had already seen her in her worst.

So with renewed boldness and a pinch of defiance, Violet let go. Her arm dropped, and her breasts bounced slightly with the movement.

The atmosphere shifted immediately, air sizzling with sexual tension.

Roman’s eyes darkened with lust, and heat rushed straight to Violet’s core. Alaric swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared.

For a long moment, no one moved. Then, Roman dropped to one knee with a soft thud and began crawling toward her, slow and unhurried, like a predator savoring the hunt.

When he arrived, Roman pressed his nose to her mound, inhaling deeply like he was memorizing her scent.

"Roman—" Violet began, her voice catching in her throat.

Although there was her skirt in her way, it might as well have been nonexistent. Violet felt her clit throb, wetness pooling between her legs.

Even with his jaw still pressed against her, Roman lifted his allow-me-fuck-you eyes. "Would you let me worship you, Princess Violet?" he asked, voice hoarse with need.

It knocked the air right out of her lungs. That had to be one of the most dangerously sexy things anyone had ever said to her. She couldn’t speak—not because she didn’t want to—but because she was afraid of just how much she wanted it.

"I’ll take that as a yes," Roman murmured, already slipping beneath her skirt like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Violet’s chest was heaving, her heart pounding faster as anticipation coiled tight inside her. Roman hiding beneath her skirt only intensified the tension, every second dragging like a fuse about to ignite.

He didn’t go in immediately. Instead, his fingers grazed the insides of her thighs, slow and deliberate, keeping her suspended in maddening suspense.

Then, without warning, he tugged her panties aside. Her eyes widened the moment his tongue slid between her folds, beginning to feast on her hot dripping core.

"Holy god!" Violet gasped, her knees buckling.

Alaric came up behind her that moment, holding her steady. He brushed her hair aside, trailing kisses along the soft space beneath her ear. Violet had no choice but to grip Roman’s hair for balance, her other arm hooking around Alaric’s neck from behind because the two of them were driving her insane. Whoever put them up to this clearly wanted her dead. A sweet, sinful kind of death.

One thing about Roman was that he was enthusiastic in everything he did. Anything. And right now, he was devouring her like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

Alaric, in turn, moved one hand to her breast, the other sprawled across her stomach to anchor her. Then he squeezed her breast with such tenacity that Violet moaned, the edge of pain only heightening her arousal.

Then Roman slid two fingers deep inside her, licking and sucking her clit with relentless hunger while she writhed from the pleasure.

"You should see how beautiful you are right now," Alaric whispered into her ear.

Then he gently turned her head so she could look at her reflection in the mirror.

What Violet saw was pure, unfiltered debauchery. Roman was beneath her skirt, doing sinful things to her, while Alaric kissed her shoulder, and she looked utterly flushed, reveling in every second of it.

Then he turned her head again, capturing her lips from behind. Violet sighed into the kiss, their mouths locking greedily, tongues tangling in a desperate war. At the same time, Alaric rolled her pebbled nipples between his fingers.

Goddess help her.

Violet moaned into his mouth. The sensations were coming from everywhere, yet somehow, they all converged into one overwhelming point of ecstasy. Her movements grew fevered, and in turn, Roman fucked her harder with his fingers, his tongue ruthlessly assaulting her clit.

She broke away from the kiss with Alaric to squeal out a breathless, "Fuck, yes."

Only her moans reverberated through the fitting room, and probably carried beyond it. Not that Violet cared in the slightest. She could feel it now. Her climax was near, her muscles tightening around Roman’s fingers.

And it didn’t take long.

Alaric’s lightning charged fingertips brushed across both nipples, and Violet tumbled over the edge with a scream.

"Oh God!" She grabbed Roman’s hair hard, not that he minded, and pinned him to her pussy. Roman didn’t stop, still thrusting into her, dragging out her climax for as long as he could. It wasn’t until her body had nothing left to give that he finally stopped, licking her clean before pulling back with a dirty, satisfied smirk.

"Do you feel inspired now?" Roman was ever confident.

Violet didn’t answer. Not that she could. Right now, she was dizzy, flushed, and trembling in the best possible way. If this was what only Roman and Alaric could do, then she didn’t dare imagine what all four of them might do to her combined.

At this point, she wasn’t so sure she could handle all four of her men.