As soon as the door closed behind them, Violet whirled toward Asher.
"Asher, are you—"
She didn't get to finish.
Instead, Violet yelped when Asher grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking hard enough to make her bend. Their bodies were pressed flush against each other, and she could feel the heat of his breath as he hissed through clenched teeth, "Do you have a death wish or something? How could you run into the arena like that? My animal of a father could have killed you. That was reckless, Violet." He tugged harder to make his point.
It hurt. Goddess, it hurt, but the pain only awakened something wild inside her. Something dark. Something that craved it.
She laughed right in his face. "Reckless? Yes. But I saved your ass and kicked his."
"I don't need saving," Asher growled, their faces so close now that all she had to do was tilt forward and their lips would crash. And judging by the hard length pressing into her stomach, he was just as turned on as she was.
"Oh, my sweet Asher," she mocked, smirking at him, "You did need saving. So you're welcome."
A guttural growl ripped from Asher's throat, his lips pulling back to flash razor sharp teeth, his glowing eyes showing a glimpse of his wolf. But Violet wasn't intimidated. If anything, the air around them turned hotter, thick with the crackling edge of sexual tension.
"Fuck," Roman groaned from the side. "Is it just me or is this fight making everyone hard?"
But he wasn't the only one. The tiny hairs on Violet's body stood on edge from the static in the air.
Alaric.
Well, Violet couldn't blame them. Asher had a way of making you both furious and feral. And right now, she was a lot more feral than furious.
She leaned in to kiss him. But to her shock, Asher pulled back.
"What the hell…" Violet blinked, completely speechless.
But Asher turned his back on her, facing the other men. "Our girlfriend seems to be a sucker for punishment," he announced, his voice laced with wicked amusement.
Then, slowly, he turned to her again, staring her dead in the eyes. "And punishment she will get."
Violet swallowed hard as the realization hit her. She was trapped in a room with four alpha males. All of them her boyfriends. The air thickened, heavy with dark dread and dangerous
Then Griffin spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the room. "Do you think she can handle our punishment?"
It was both a challenge and a dare. Violet lifted her chin boldly, meeting all their stares. "I'm not a chicken. I can take whatever you throw at me."
Alaric laughed wickedly. "We'll see about that, Vixen."
Roman rubbed his hands together gleefully. "So, what punishment do we start with?"
Asher, the one in control, gave the order. "Griffin, undress her."
Violet told herself she was ready. She really did. But when Griffin strode toward her like a predator, her heart began pounding wildly in her chest.
Before she could even open her mouth, Griffin had already ripped her shirt clean off like some caveman, leaving her gasping. Her clothes hung in shreds as he continued tearing through them until she stood in only her bra and thong panties. He intentionally left those on, his gaze dark with appreciation.
Griffin smirked as he reached for her panties, but Asher's voice stopped him. "Leave them. I want to enjoy this sight a little longer."
Griffin stepped back, and Violet felt their stares crawl over every inch of her body. To be honest, she hadn't planned for this to happen tonight. She had worn the matching underwear just because it was nice. Now, she was watching a group of alpha wolves feel good over it.
She huffed, masking the heat creeping up her face. "What's next?"
Asher walked over, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His smirk was pure cruelty. "By the time we're done with you, let's see if you'll still be smiling."
Then he stepped back, giving another order. "Griffin, our little Violet needs a good spanking. I'm sure you know what to do."
Oh, fuck. Not Griffin! That was going to hurt as hell.
Violet barely had time to react before Griffin grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. She wriggled and kicked, but it was useless.
She was well and truly fucked.
Griffin carried her with ease, tossing her onto the bed like she was a child. The softness of the mattress did little to cushion the way he manhandled her, flipping her over so her stomach pressed into the sheets, her backside perfectly arched and exposed.
"Hold still," Griffin growled, his big hand pressing firmly between her shoulder blades, keeping her pinned in place.
Violet opened her mouth to protest, but a sharp cry escaped instead as his palm struck her ass. The sting tore through her, hot and searing. She gasped, her cheeks flushed, the sound reverberating in the room, feeding the fire already burning low in her belly.
Griffin's palm connected with her bottoms again and again, each strike sending a shock of pain that quickly blurred into something more. Something addictive. The ache twisted into a pulse deep inside her, and before long, she was biting her lip, the burn mixing deliciously with the heat pooling between her thighs.
When the fifth strike came, Violet was already trying to squeeze her legs together for some kind of relief, but Griffin chuckled darkly and used his knee to nudge them apart again.
"Uh-uh," he teased in that rumbling voice of his. "Punishment means no shortcuts, little purple."
Violet let out a strangled moan, any remnants of pride slipping through her fingers as her body gave in. When Griffin finally paused, his hand lingering on the curve of her reddened bottoms, she was trembling, her thoughts fogged with nothing but raw need.
It was humiliating how soaked she felt, almost as if her panties had melted off in the process.
Griffin leaned down, his voice brushing her ear. "All done. For now."
He finally let her go, and Violet collapsed onto the bed, flushed and breathless, her thoughts scattered and messy.
But it wasn't over.
Asher stepped in front of the bed, his wicked smile cutting through the haze. "Now, onto round two."
Oh God….