Alpha Rebellion

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, smight 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 becobvious he wasn't getting free anytsoon. "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 cjust 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. Without breaking eye contact, Violet shifted her hips into position and slowly sank down onto him.

"Fuck," Roman growled, his voice ragged, as her tight, slick walls welcomed him inch by aching inch until she was seated fully, her hips flush against his, locking him in with unbearable heat.

So this was what it felt like being inside of her? Goddess help him! It was the best feeling ever! At that moment, Roman had gone to heaven and back.

Then Violet began moving up and down on him, letting him fill up completely.

"Yes, baby, just like that," Roman groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as each jolt of sensation ripped through him.

At spoint, lost in the haze of need, Violet had released his hands. They immediately found their way to her ass, gripping the soft flesh tightly as she ground down on him, harder and more desperate with each movement. Roman let out another low sound from deep in his throat. Violet was going to be the death of him.

Right now, she was a vision with her long hair cascading over her shoulder like a waterfall, wild and untamed. And her breasts... God, her breasts. They bounced in rhythm with every move, and he swore there could be no sight more sinfully arousing than that.

As a certified boobs man, Roman couldn't help himself as he reached up and grabbed not just one, but both of her breasts. They filled his palms perfectly, like they'd been molded just for him, and he squeezed with shameless tenacity. Violet let out a loud moan, her back arching as the sharp pressure only aroused her further. Then Violet leaned forward, offering him one of her breasts and Roman didn't need to be told twice. He latched onto her, sucking her peaked nipple with eager hunger. Violet cried out, the sensation shooting straight to her core. She mewled, hips never slowing, still grinding on him like she needed him deeper than he was already. Violet trembled around him. She was close now and he could feel it because he was too. Roman slid his other hand around her, pulling her even closer, until there was no space left between them. Then he began thrusting up into her, matching her rhythm with his own. Incoherent sounds spilled from Violet's lips as the familiar rush built inside her.

As if he couldn't get enough, Roman released her breast and grabbed her ass instead, his grip rough and possessive. Then he began thrusting into her with raw intensity. Violet screamed, her body shattering into pure, blinding pleasure. At the stime, Roman groaned, stiffening beneath her as he spilled deep inside.

In that moment, the instinct to mark her rose in him but he didn't mark her. Not because he didn't want to, but because he wasn't done yet.

Roman flipped her over, pressing her back to the bed, his cock stillpainfully hard and nowhere near N- 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 calive 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 m 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. The will be updated first on this website. Cback and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!