Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 455: Noble Guard

Thanks to the incident, Asher had made an executive decision: she was not going to be alone anymore. Not even in the bathroom.

"What if you suddenly manifest another ability?" he had said. "Someone has to be there. To do something. Anything."

Why were her powers suddenly manifesting now? Alaric believed the binding her mother placed on her was finally loosening. Asher thought it was the matebond with Griffin. Griffin was a strong wolf, and it wasn’t surprising if her instincts were pushing her to match him. More often than not, strength called to strength.

Either way, she was going to have each of the guys around her at all times. Although she wondered how this would work out once they returned to school on Monday. Others can’t know they’re together yet. It would cause commotion and disrupt the Matebond they were trying to trigger here.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how Alaric Storm ended up standing right outside her see-through shower stall with his back turned, arms crossed, and jaw tight as he stood guard while she bathed.

Unfortunately, that was awkward as hell.

"Greetings, noble guard." Violet purred, her voice lilting with mischief as she stepped forth from the misty confines of the stall.

Alaric turned at the sound only to freeze, thunderclouds gathering in his eyes.

She stood there unashamed, glistening with droplets that clung to her naked skin.

Her hair, soaked and clinging to her temple, framed her flushed face. But his gaze, traitorous as ever, dropped down and traced the rivulets that trailed boldly down her curves, one rolling across her breast and curling beneath the rosy peak of her nipple. His growl was low, and feral, a crackle of lightning dancing at his fingertips.

"Careful now," Violet said lightly, her tone teasing yet edged with warning. "I’d rather not be roasted alive in thine attempt to keep watch. There’s water everywhere, after all."

Violet had learned the old English and it was quite a delight when he responded in the same fashion.

Alaric cleared his throat. "Hast thou need of aught?" he asked, voice gravelly and forced.

Violet tilted her head, eyes glimmering with a wicked glint. "This lady doth wonder, noble knight, wilt thou not join her in this bath of steam?"

Alaric’s jaw tightened. He knew this game. "A thousand pardons, my lady," he replied with feigned solemnity, "but Lord Nightshade hath charged me with thy protection. Should I stray from duty, it shan’t be but my honor forfeit, but perchance my very head. And thou knowest how wrathful thy lord may be."

Ooh, he was good at this. Sweet.

Violet laughed. "Surely, thou dost not tremble at the shadow of another man?" She leaned against the stall’s edge, droplets sliding down her body like temptation made flesh. Her gaze smoldered. "And is it not unseemly to leave a lady in... need?"

She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. "Mayhap we make this our little secret, dear noble guard." Violet punctuated the invitation by slowly rolling her nipples between her fingers, her eyes dark with wicked promise as she shot Alaric a look that said come ravish me now.

And that was it. That seemed to break through Alaric’s control.

He burst into the shower stall, walking Violet backwards until her back hit the wall. Alaric Storm wasn’t as broad as the others, but he was an Alpha and filled out well enough and right now, the stall felt too small with him in it.

Not just that, his scent—ozone and rain-soaked earth with a lingering warmth of amber—saturated the space. It was all she could breathe in, and it made her heady.

Then Alaric latched his mouth onto her breast, and Violet’s head lulled back in bliss. Yes. That felt so good.

He pulled the whole of her areola into his mouth, making deep noises at the back of his throat as he sucked her nipple relentlessly, his hand squeezing her other breast with firm possession. Violet moaned, her fingers digging into his hair as her core throbbed with aching need.

She wanted him badly.

Alaric’s hand trailed down her body, finding her moist heat, and slipped two fingers inside her.

Violet shuddered, clinging to him like her legs alone weren’t enough to keep her upright.

Alaric pulled from her breast, his eyes shining with a glint as he pleasured her with his fingers, saying, "Is this what mine desires?"

"Y-yes...." Violet was still speaking when Alaric suddenly curved his fingers just right, hitting a spot deep inside her.

"Oh god, yes... oh please don’t stop." She mewled, her body completely at his mercy.

Then he crushed his lips against hers in a hard kiss while his fingers thrust deeper inside of her.

Alaric murmured against her lips, "I can’t wait for the day I’m buried deep inside you. Trust me, you won’t want to stop, and neither will I."

"Mmhmm," Violet couldn’t agree more, lost in the heavenly sensation rippling through her.

Alaric was pumping into her faster now, and when he pinched her nipples, she was a goner. Violet cried out, shattering around his fingers.

He didn’t even wait for her to recover before commanding, "On your knees now, my lady."

Violet’s mind reeled from the suddenness of it all, yet she didn’t hesitate. She dropped to her heels, already salivating in anticipation. The shower streamed over them, but neither cared because the heat between them outmatched the water, and the moment burned with wild urgency.

The moment his soaked pants hit the floor, Alaric guided his cock toward her waiting lips and Violet took him in without hesitation.

A raw groan escaped him, his entire body tensing from the sheer pleasure.

She eased him deeper, her mouth adjusting to his size. Griffin may have been the largest, but Alaric’s length and smoothness had their own appeal. It was something she savored with slowly as if indulging in a forbidden treat.

It was maddening. The slick heat of her mouth, the way her tongue curled around him, the warm water cascading around them, all of it morphed into a sensory overload.

But Alaric did not have patience for it.

He thrust deeper into her mouth till he hit the back of her throat, loving the fact that Voliet always had a good gagging reflex. She took him like a good girl.

"Gods, yes..." Alaric groaned, his voice ragged as he picked up the pace, muscles tightening, the veins in his neck straining with each surge of pleasure. The rhythm turned frantic, driven by need and the heady thrill of control slipping from his grasp.

"Fuck!" Violet heard Alaric cursed as he released all of him into her mouth and that was always the best part since she took him all without letting a drop spill.

"God, you’re so sexy when you do that, my lady," Alaric expelled through a harsh breath, his chest heaving. noveldrama

Then he helped her to her feet, a slow grin spreading across his face. "I trust that was to your taste, my lady?"

"Very much," Violet murmured, kissing his chest, then teasing his nipple. "Now onto round two?"

"But we’d incur Lord Asher’s wrath," he warned, though there was mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Exactly the point," she smirked.