Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 495

Chapter 495: The Mates In Paradise

"You’re finally awake," Roman said as soon as Violet stirred. Her eyes had always been pretty, but now they shone like spun gold and were absolutely bewitching. Even a blind man could sense from her presence alone that something about her had changed.

The others would probably say he was lucky to be her mate. Hell, some might even envy him. But to Roman, it felt like the goddess had used the opportunity to punish him in the most exquisite, agonizing way.

Violet had slept like a baby through the night meaning the mating fever had chosen him to deal with instead.

He’d had a raging case of blue balls, and he’d alleviated himself so many times his hand actually ached. But it hadn’t been enough.

The only saving grace was that Violet slept beside him. Maybe it was her scent, maybe just her nearness, but it had kept him from completely losing his mind, something not uncommon when the fever took over.

So yeah, it had been a long, torturous night.

And now she was finally awake, her skin glowing with the softness of a child, looking more beautiful than ever, even if it was in an otherworldly way. Violet was like a phoenix reborn from ash.

For a moment, Violet looked dazed, as if she didn’t recognize him. Then her eyes flashed gold, glowing with wild intensity, and she growled, "Mate!"

Hell yeah. Roman nearly barked out a laugh. He was two seconds away from tattooing that word across his forehead just to make it official he was property of Violet Purple.

But that smug thought flew right out the window when she suddenly shoved him flat onto the bed with lightning-fast strength.

"Whoa, easy there," Roman muttered startled, trying to sit up but he couldn’t.

Violet had pinned both of his wrists to the mattress, and to his complete shock he couldn’t move at all. She was quite strong.

"Okay," Roman surrendered when it became obvious he wasn’t getting free anytime soon. "I usually prefer calling the shots, but for once I don’t mind—oh sweet lord," he choked out as Violet slowly ground down against his painfully hard length.

And did he forget to mention they were completely naked? Yeah. Skin to skin.

Last night, the very idea of clothes between them had felt wrong. The fabric had irritated him so much he’d yanked it off halfway through the night. But once he’d felt her bare body pressed against his, warm and soft and real, it had felt like home.

Hence, in one word, there was nothing between them.

Roman groaned, caught between torment and bliss, as Violet rocked against him with slow, deliberate friction. He was so hard it hurt, so close he could’ve come just from that. But not yet. Goddess, not yet. He needed to be inside her when he shattered.

Roman tried to move, to grab her waist and flip her beneath him, to finally sink into the heat he’d fantasized about for what felt like forever. Not that he’d last—hell, one thrust and he might be done. That was how badly he needed her. How badly he had needed her last night, lying next to her, skin to skin, with nothing but willpower holding him back. But she’d been unconscious. And as desperate as he’d been, he wasn’t that kind of monster.

And Goddess knew how many times he had joked about this moment with the other boys. Now it was finally within reach. Well, almost.

Violet still didn’t release him. Her slick heat rubbed against his length, her entrance teasing the head of his cock but never letting him in. God. Was this how Griffin’s mating fever with her had gone? If so, how the hell had he not lost his mind because he was damn close.

She was enjoying this. Roman could tell from the cruel glint in her eyes, from the way she rolled her hips with delicious intent—taking pleasure, holding control, and driving him insane.

In that moment, she didn’t look like the Violet he knew as if something else had taken over. Then suddenly, Violet was shuddering on top of him, her release gushing onto his length. And when she looked down at him, she was smirking like a satisfied predator who’d just claimed her prey.

"Mine." She declared possessively.

The mating fever blazed through Roman, fierce and unbearable. He bared his teeth, eyes glowing with authority. She was going to give him what he wanted!

But Violet met his challenge with a growl of her own. The warning in her voice was clear, she was in control here.

Roman flipped her over, pressing her back to the bed, his cock still painfully hard and nowhere near satisfied. Then he slammed into her with one brutal thrust, and Violet’s breath hitched from the force.

He didn’t pause. Roman began pounding into her with wild, riotous force, each stroke dragging her deeper into a spiral of overwhelming pleasure.

The room filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the bed thudding against the wall, and the raw, guttural moans of two people consumed by the bondfire.

Violet’s legs began to tremble uncontrollably, her head thrown back, hair wild against the sheets.

"I’m going to come!" she cried out, voice ragged with need.

But Roman didn’t slow. He kept pounding into her with relentless force, eyes locked on her as her body arched beneath him, hips jerking helplessly.

Then she fell apart.

A scream ripped from Violet’s hroat as she convulsed around him, her walls clenching tight. Roman groaned low in his throat, the sound primal and deep.

He leaned down, pressing his mouth to her neck and sank his fangs in.

Violet’s eyes flared, glowing like molten gold, and without hesitation, she bit him back. They groaned in unison as the bond came alive and the rune sealed on their skin.

Roman gave one final thrust as she milked him dry, spilling every last drop until he collapsed on top of her, completely spent.

Violet lay breathless, her body still twitching from the aftershocks. Her legs refused to move, her lungs begged for air, and she felt euphoric. Not to mention, Roman’s weight felt so good and she didn’t want him to move. Ever.