Typically, Asher would avoid such confrontations, but fresh from his altercation with his beta, he was primed to redirect his aggression. Roman, unlike the beta, presented a formidable challenge, promising a confrontation that could prove cathartic.
“What do you want me to do? Kiss your bum and thank them after a challenge like that?” Asher retorted with a sneer.
“That challenge only happened because you lord over them, not rule over them,” Roman countered calmly.
“I’m their Alpha. I protect and lead them. The least they can do is follow my orders,” Asher snapped, his voice tinged with irritation.
“Perhaps try leading them with kindness, and they might not be so defiant with your orders,” Roman suggested, his tone steady yet insistent.
“Sorry, but I’m not you,” Asher replied coldly. “My wolves are the best, the strongest, most disciplined because there’s no room for vulnerability. They have a reliable Alpha who isn’t blinded by emotions.”
“Being vulnerable is not a weakness, Alpha,” Roman said, pausing hesitantly before adding, “You’re not your father, Asher.”
The mention of his father sparked a flash of anger in Asher’s eyes. His voice dropped to a dangerous tone as he confronted Roman directly. “Is that what you came here to do, Roman? Because if that’s the case, then you’re beginning to piss me off.”
Roman understood the unspoken threat; these would escalate soon if he provoked him further.
“Fine then, ” Roman straightened up. “What are your plans with Violet?” He asked seriously.
“Why is everyone asking me that?” Asher chuckled, brushing off the question as though it were part of a running joke among them.
However, Roman’s expression remained unamused, his gaze intense as he locked eyes with Asher, signaling the gravity of his concerns.
“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work. You’re only going to put that girl in danger,” Roman stated flatly, his voice steady and firm. “Neither would I be a part of it. Challenging the Alpha King is a death sentence, Asher.”
His expression softened and he said, “For all we know, there’s a higher chance Elsie would not choose you. Her family has not failed to show their displeasure for you. So perhaps, you don’t have to go this far.”
Unfortunately, those words were lost on the Alpha of the west. Asher’s laughter faded as he leaned in closer, his expression turning sly, his voice a whisper of insidious charm.
“You might never know what might work until you try,” he teased, a dark edge to his words. “Neither would you know what you like until you have a taste of it.”
Roman was taken aback, knowing he wasn’t just speaking figuratively, but literally this time and it was all about Violet. His features registered shock and disapproval. The implications of Asher’s words was heavy. Not to mention, he got reminded once more of Asher’s unpredictable nature and his willingness to manipulate others to achieve his ends.
“Spread your legs for me, little purple.”
Violet’s eyes popped open at those words. What the… Where the hell was she? What was going on?
But Violet didn’t have the time to get those questions answered as a certain Alpha was already kneeling in front of her.
“Y-you…!”
Asher Nightshade gave her an impish grin right before he grabbed one of her legs and began trailing deep, lingering kisses along it.
Violet’s nipples beaded at once while a molten ache pooled between her thighs and, to her horror, she was naked. The gods help her, what in the universe of madness was going on here.
“Asher, wait… Ahh!” Violet cried out as he bit her, and her cheeks blazed with both humiliation and desire as pain-filled pleasure coursed through her.
Asher took his time, kissing her thighs with intentional slowness and concentration as if it were a work of art that needed to be revered. Worshipped. Neither did it help Violet’s situation knowing that in that position, he could see her center clearly.
“Asher please…” Violet couldn’t get her bearings, not when everything was spiraling all of a sudden. She wanted him to stop. At the same time, she didn’t want him to.
As if he could understand her confusion, Asher gave her a knowing look right before he grabbed her thigh and hooked it over his shoulder.
Violet’s breath hitched in her throat knowing where this was heading. Asher, in question, grabbed her bottom to bring her closer while spreading her further apart, wanting her to be utterly exposed. There was no hiding from him.
“Asher…” Violet breathed his name once more, unsure. However, the Alpha had already made up his mind, and his mouth was already on her clit.
“Oh God…” Violet jerked, a cry of pleasure releasing from her lips as the action seemed to electrify her.
Asher’s tongue flicked her clit, back and forth, teasing her before actually taking it into his mouth and sucking deeply.
Ripples of pleasure spread through her body such that she arched her back. Violet’s eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself to the feeling.
Violet was writhing beneath him, unable to stay still as this completely exhilarating feeling tore through her. Neither did Asher stop; instead, her instinctive response spurred him on as he devoured her clit mercilessly.
“Someone seems to be having fun.”
Violet’s eyes popped open at once, and she turned to the side, a gasp leaving her lips as her eyes connected with mesmerizing green eyes.
Roman Draven.
Violet was completely dumbfounded. How…? Where did…? When did he…? There were so many questions bombarding her head.
“What are you…” But she couldn’t finish as Asher switched up to another rhythm so suddenly she cried out. “Please…” her hands clutching at the pillow as if to anchor herself to reality.
“You’re such a naughty little purple head, aren’t you?” Roman chuckled, the rich sound traveling straight to her core. The gods help her, she was losing her mind.
Nothing seemed to make sense anymore, but she didn’t care. Not when her brain had been overwhelmed with pleasure she couldn’t even think or breathe.
Roman lifted his head to say to Asher, who was still between her legs assaulting her clit, “It seems our girl needs more mouth on her.”
“Our girl?” Violet was stunned. Since when did she became their girl?
Asher’s response was an appreciative hum between her legs that reverberated through her and elicited more wetness from her core. God, this was embarrassing. Violet wanted to hide away but couldn’t.
Before Violet could figure out his intention, Roman had already trailed a slow, sensual kiss across her neck. She whimpered, this was becoming too much.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered in the hollow of her ear. “We are going to take care of you.” He took her ear into his mouth, nipping, teasing her till her face was his favorite shade of red.
Violet’s head spun from all the dizzying sensations but that only proved to be just the appetizer because the next seconds Roman’s mouth had taken hold of her nipple. And it was at that moment she finally understood what he meant by those words earlier…
“Roman!” Violet screamed his name, her hips bucking off the bed.
But Asher slapped her ass the next second and Violet couldn’t tell if he was furious she had called another man’s name while he attended or the ceaseless undulating of her hips on the bed.
Nonetheless, Roman didn’t relent, his tongue laving over her nipple while Asher kept going, sucking, licking, and pleasuring her with his mouth. The sensation was too much, and Violet thought she was going to die, her body winding tighter and tighter. Not that this was a bad way to die.
Violet rode against his face, grabbing handfuls of Asher’s hair and crying out in pleasure. She could feel it. She was reaching precariously over the edge.
“Asher… Oh the gods Asher… Fuck Roman,” she writhed, gasping, arching her back against the mattress as both men devoured her in their equal rights until her legs were shaking.
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