Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 461: Stirring Bond

Roman’s hand flexed where it pressed to the mat, his knuckles whitening.

"Roman," Violet said, her breath catching.

"What?" he rasped with a rough voice. "I’m playing the game."

Liar.

"Left hand, yellow." Asher announced.

Violet reached across the mat and instantly regretted it. The stretch pulled her forward, leaving her no choice but to arch her back, and that gave Griffin a full view down her neckline.

His breath hit her seconds later brushing over her chest hot and slowly, causing her nipples to harden beneath the thin fabric. Goosebumps spread like a wildfire along her arms, and Violet bit down a sound that wasn’t a laugh.

Goddess help her.

"Right foot, red." Asher called.

Violet tried to shift, but he was already ahead of her. Alaric was pressed against her side, his arm braced beside her waist, and thigh flush with hers. His face was angled down while his lips was dangerously close to her neck, and the tension in his jaw said he was seconds from sinking his teeth in.

Violet tried to move, but everywhere was too tight, too hot, and too much. She was surrounded on all sides with Roman behind her, eyes on her thighs; Griffin above, breath on her chest; Alaric beside her, radiating heat like a fire pressed too close; and the slow, ravenous burn in her stomach that was quickly getting out of control.

Her thighs clenched on instinct while her breathing stuttered. Gods, she was getting wet. Again.

"You’re shaking," Asher pointed out, his gaze catching hers. He was standing above them with the spinner in hand.

"I’m fine," Violet lied.

Asher simply raised a brow, then smirked in anticipation for the next move.

Violet in question did not know who would fall first. Was it Roman, who kept inching closer with a hunger in his eyes; Griffin, whose gaze was glued to her breasts; or Alaric, who looked like he was two seconds from pulling her into his lap and saying fuck the game; or her, who was so worked up, she was ready to drag one of them, if not all of them, straught to a corner and let them do naughty things to her.

"Left foot, green." Asher called again and everyone moved. Except it was obvious the game had reached its limit with the way they were all twisted around Violet like a human knot.

Just a slip of her leg and Violet collapsed straight into Roman, dragging Alaric down with her. In the scramble, Alaric tripped over Griffin, who ended up crashing on top of them, but not before shielding Violet with his body, his arm snapping out just in time. Griffin, in turn, adjusted his weight mid-fall, clearly realizing what was about to happen.

Still, in the end, they all dropped together in a pile of bodies breathing hard, their muscles aching and skin flushed with heat.

And there she was, flat on her back, dress rumpled, hair wild, and her men trying not to crush her with their weight. Had anyone told her this was how her night would end? Violet wouldn’t have believed it.

Laughter burst out of her mouth, genuine and uncontrollable. "You’re all assholes."

And just like that, Alaric, Roman and Griffin crackled with wild laughter that reverberated across the garden.

While they were still laughing, Asher used his foot to nudge the others aside, clearing a path to reach Violet. But Roman wasn’t having it. He stuck out a leg and tripped him, sending Asher crashing straight into Griffin, missing his face by mere inches.

Asher growled in frustration, but before he could retaliate, Violet reached out and pulled him to her side, hence displacing Roman in the process and leaving her sandwiched between Asher and Alaric.

"See? Isn’t this nice?" Violet said, referencing the open sky above them. There weren’t any stars visible, not with all the string lights overhead, but the moon was out tonight, round and bright in its waxing gibbous glory. The whole moment felt perfect and right.

Except Roman didn’t like being left out. He kept inching closer, trying to reclaim his spot.

"Stop it, Roman." She chided him.

He froze instantly, his expression falling into a dramatic pout. Violet wasn’t really mad, but the guy needed to learn. Sometimes she wondered if the goddess had handed her a needy child to raise in the name of a potential mate.

Shaking her head, Violet rose to her feet. "I’m hungry."

She made her way to the table Griffin had decked out in mouth-watering dishes, picking out her favorites before settling on the couch. The others except the green menace had drifted to one corner with their heads bent close, whispering like they were plotting something.

Violet was mid-crunch on a spring roll when the green menace aka Roman appeared in her line of sight, his eyes wide and pitiful.

"What is it this time?" she asked, tossing another snack into her mouth.

"I’m sorry," he mumbled, looking like a kicked puppy.

Violet sighed. "That’s the problem, Roman. You’re always sorry, but you never learn."

"I know, I’m sorry for that too." He kicked at the ground like a guilty schoolboy. "I just... I can’t help it. I always want to be close to you."

Violet nearly rolled her eyes at the dramatics, but something in those words made her pause. Was the Matebond stirring? Or was this his animal side? What even was the difference?

Still, she couldn’t stay mad at him. "Come here." noveldrama

Roman didn’t need to be told twice. He dropped his full weight onto her lap, sprawling with satisfaction. Violet ran her fingers through his hair that was soft and thick and addictively silky. Roman let out a low, contented growl and closed his eyes.

It was a moment just for the two of them.

Until the others returned.

She arched a brow as they stood before her. Alaric was the first to speak.

"We’ve got a game everyone can join, and no one gets to back out."

Violet looked at him, intrigued.

He grinned. "What do you say we play spin the bottle—truth or dare?"