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“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.
he
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 devoured her clit mercilessly.
“Someone seems to be having fun.”
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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
sucking, licking, and pleasuring her with his mouth. Thee while Asher kept going.
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.
The moment Asher inserted a finger inside of her, Violet knew that she was a goner. Her muscles
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went taut and clamped down around his finger and Violet flew apart, coming so hard that spots danced across her vision.
Roman leaned over and kissed her, swallowing each of her moans, kissing her so thoroughly it felt like she might drown in him. At the same time. Asher continued thrusting his finger in and out of her, prolonging her climax until she came over and over.
“Violet….” Someone was calling her name, drawing her away from this wonderful feeling.
“Violet, wake up!” The voice grew louder, more insistent, and her eyes snapped open..
Violet looked around disoriented, scanning the room. Her three roommates were staring at her, each wearing a different expression. Daisy awkwardly scratched the back of her head, Ivy struggled to keep a straight face, and Lila’s face was as red as an overcooked shrimp.
And it was at that moment that it dawned on her.
She had been dreaming the entire time, and, mortifyingly, her roommates had been privy to her
moans and screams. It
