Defy The Alpha(s) - 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.

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?

From where he stood, every detail was on display : the obscene glide of Roman’s cock, slick with Violet’s wetness; the way her body welcomed him, swallowed him, and pulled him back in with every thrust. It was erotic enough to short-circuit a saint.

Alaric’s breath hitched and that was all the warning he gave.

He came hard, his release spilling across the ground in thick spurts, a guttural curse tearing from his throat.

He was panted hard, unable to believe what the fuck just happened.

Meanwhile, Roman fisted Violet’s hair and tugged her head back, pulling her into a kiss. The angle was nearly impossible with how savagely he was pounding into her yet he handled it like it was nothing. No wonder they called him the god of love. Honestly, it was starting to look more like god of sex, because Violet could absolutely see why now.

Roman kissed her long and filthy, devouring her cries. Every moan was muffled against his mouth, her sweet gasps swallowed by him as he rode her through the pleasure. Then he broke the kiss with a wet drag of his lips and focused once more on fucking her senseless.

“You love getting fucked like this, don’t you, princess?”

“Yes! Please, so don’t stop… ” Violet was panting now.

“I wasn’t planning to.” Roman said, pounding her into her with rising intensity.

Violet’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. How was she going to survive this night? And yet, she couldn’t tell them to stop, not when she enjoyed every bit of it.

Then her walls clenched around him. “I think…. I think…” she couldn’t finish her words, overwhelmed by the stimulation. But Roman knew just what she was saying because he too was close.

So he began to move even faster, and harder, his grip around her tight enough to leave an imprint, immobilizing her so all she could do was take everything he had to give.

A scream left Violet’s lips as the orgasm ripped through her, her whole body shaking. But Roman didn’t stop. He kept driving into her, chasing his own release, growling like a beast as he used her until finally he groaned deeply and spilled himself inside her.

“Fuck, that was great,” Roman breathed, his arms finally loosening around her.

Violet didn’t even try to move. She slumped against him exactly as she was, boneless and trembling. That had been insane. She was wrung out and exhausted in the best possible way.

But of course, her other mates had their own ideas.

“No!” Violet protested the second Griffin lifted her off Roman, clearly intent on having his turn.

Griffin only said. “Building stamina, baby girl. Building stamina.”

With her legs wrapped around his waist, he pushed into her slowly, easing in inch by agonizing inch until her traitorous pussy clenched around him and drew him deeper. Griffin buried himself to the hilt, thick and stretching, and Violet purred in helpless satisfaction.

God, she really was a sucker for pain.

He didn’t even give her a second to catch her breath. Griffin simply grabbed her wrists and threw her arms around his neck, fully expecting her to hold on as he took her for the wild ride he intended.

Just like Roman, there was nothing gentle about him either.

He pounded into her, hard and relentless, until Violet was screaming and clinging to him for dear life.

Griffin showed off his incredible strength in the way he took her. He hooked one arm beneath her legs, lifted her effortlessly, then slammed her back down onto him.

Fuck her life—these mates would be the death of her.

He kept spearing into her, over and over, each thrust hitting so deep inside her that Violet could barely breathe. She was already hypersensitive, her nerves stretched thin, her body trembling with every brutal stroke. She couldn’t take much more yet her body clung to him greedily, begging for everything he gave.

Then he carried her to the bed and laid her down, only to start thrusting into her with a speed that wasn’t human. Violet’s whole body shook beneath him, the bed slamming into the wall again and again.

Her breasts bounced wildly with each hard stroke, and the slap of flesh against flesh filled the room.

Violet clenched around him, screaming his name as she came, but Griffin didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, thrust after thrust, until at last he stilled with a deep groan, burying himself completely as he spilled inside her.