Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 816

Chapter 816: Infected Alpha

Griffin held her through it, worked her through it, dragging every last second of it out until her body trembled uncontrollably in his arms.

Only then did his control slip. A feral sound ripped from Griffin’s chest as his grip turned bruising, his movements sloppy.

"Mine," he growled against her skin. And then he followed Violet over the edge. He shot his load inside of her. The hot and thick seed spilling out around them.

Violet honestly thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn’t.

With a sense of urgency, Griffin shifted, flipping her onto her back in one smooth motion. Violet knew at that moment, she was a goner.

The mattress dipped beneath her as her mate followed, one large hand gripping her thigh and lifting it over his shoulder. And the new angle — Goddess, help her.

It stole the air straight from her lungs.

"Mine. All mine." Griffin growled, completely animalistic as he drove into her deeper and harder.

Violet cried out, her back arching off the bed as the force of it hit a sweat spot that made her vision blur. Her hands flew to the sheets, clutching, grounding herself as Griffin set a brutal, unforgiving pace.

He didn’t hold back. Didn’t slow down.

Each thrust was precise, controlled, driving into that same spot again and again until her body had no choice but to respond.

"Griffin—!"

Her voice broke, her body shaking. The

pleasure was too much.

"That’s it," he growled, his grip tightening on her leg, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. "Take it."

He owned the moment. Owned her. Her body. Her soul. Every movement, every breath, every sound that tore from her lips belonged to him.

Violet could only feel as the pressure spiraled higher, tighter, until it snapped.

She broke for the nth time. Her body arching, and every muscle tightening as the wave of pleasure crashed through her. The warmth of her release spilled down her thighs.

Griffin broke too. Her body clenched around him so tightly his hips bucked, a rough sound tearing from his chest as he followed right after her.

For a moment, everything stilled. Just the sound of their breathing. Her body twitched beneath him, still riding the waves, every nerve alive, and the sensation lingering long after the moment had passed.

Griffin lowered his head, pressing his forehead briefly against hers, his grip on her still firm, still possessive as if he wasn’t quite ready to let her go.

After a while, he pulled out, and Violet sighed at the loss of contact. For once, she was grateful to be Fae—no way in hell her human self would have survived this sexathon.

Violet groaned. Her body had turned to mush, and she was so satisfied all she wanted to do was sleep.

Roman’s chuckle followed, his breath fanning her cheek, suggesting he was close by. "Someone’s really satisfied, isn’t she?"

Violet purred, wishing he would go away.

Roman grinned, clearly amused. "You’re so, so cute," he murmured, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "However, little mate, you do not want to torture the others all night with the scent of sex. You need a shower."

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