Chapter 119: Die To Date Them

"You have a meeting with Richmond?" Alaric asked with disbelief, as though the idea was entirely ridiculous.

"Yes, Richmond," Violet confirmed. And yes, it was the same Richmond, who was free to have relations with his students. Violet clearly remembered Mary’s words.

Alaric raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Like... right now?"

Violet glanced at her phone to double-check the message. "Yes, like right now."

"What a crazy coincidence, don’t you think?" Alaric said, his voice carrying a suspicious undertone.

Violet’s forehead wrinkled, her thoughts immediately turning over his words. Was Alaric suggesting the meeting had been scheduled intentionally? But why? And more importantly, who would go to the trouble of arranging..... ? Her stomach sank as the answer hit her.

Oh no.

It couldn’t be him... could it? Violet didn’t want to believe that Asher would take the time to comb through her schedule and notice the class she missed just to reschedule it. Surely, he wouldn’t go that far... right?

Except, the churning feeling in her gut told her otherwise. If anyone had the time, resources, and obsessive tendencies to pull it off, it was Asher. After all, he had done everything possible to get her into this school. Setting up a meeting for her would be child’s play.

Her eyes met Alaric’s, and she could tell from his expression that he was thinking the exact same thing. They hadn’t yet addressed how Asher’s influence and obsession with her might affect their fragile new relationship. Asher was a touchy subject they couldn’t unpack right now.

Alaric clearly thought so, too, because instead of voicing his suspicions, he chose to sweep it under the carpet as he rose to his feet instead and walked towards Violet.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, a wolfish grin on his face.

"Good thing Richmond has a reputation for being late to his appointments. That gives me enough time to send you off with a little goodbye gift."

From the dark promise in his eyes and the husky tone of his voice, Violet didn’t need to guess what he meant. Her heart skipped a beat, pounding in anticipation of what he had in store. Still, Violet wasn’t one to let anyone have the last word.

"Let’s hope it’s up to my taste, then."

Alaric’s smirk deepened into a slow, dangerous smile, the kind that made her stomach flip. In his eyes, Violet could see the glimpse of his wolf rising to meet her challenge. It was like he’d been waiting for her to say those exact words.

Before Violet could react, Alaric moved with inhuman speed, scooping her off the ground in one fluid motion causing her to yelp in surprise.

He carried her to his bed, the mattress dipping beneath her weight as she propped herself up on her elbows, her heart pounding. Alaric didn’t hesitate as he followed after her, his body caging her and his eyes locked onto hers with a smoldering intensity.

The air was taut with tension, the kind that made Violet’s breath hitch and her pulse to race. Unable to stand it anymore, she lifted her face to kiss him but Alaric looked away.

Instead, Alaric shifted onto his side, his hand resting lightly on her exposed thigh. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and when he leaned in, his voice was low and husky. "We’ve kissed enough. For now, I want to feel your slickness."

And while he spoke, his hand was already moving, trailing up the soft skin of her thigh, his calloused fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her breath came out in a rush as his hand moved higher, closer to her core.

His voice thickened, rich with hunger. "I want to watch you come undone on my fingers."

It seemed as if the air in the room had been sucked out and Alaric kept his eyes fixed on her even as his finger tugged her panties to the side and a low groan escaped his lips at what he had found.

"You’re wet, just for me." Alaric murmured with satisfaction, a single finger sweeping through her folds and opening them further.

Violet moaned loudly, her eyes fluttering close as she felt the pleasure down to her toes.

But Alaric was quick to correct her. "Shh, don’t close your eyes. I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours and the expression on your face when you explode for me, sweetheart."

"Fuck.... " Violet cursed, writhing on the bed as he continued to flick her clit, without changing the pace and rhythm in a way that felt like pure torment

But Violet wanted more.

So she tried to close her thighs around his hand, seeking more friction to push herself over the edge, but Alaric wasn’t having it.

"Not so fast, little minx," Alaric said, chuckling. With ease, he spread her legs wide, holding them firmly apart. "Follow my lead, and you’ll be rewarded in time."

Thankfully, he began to stroke and circle her wetness and Violet thought she might lose her mind. She cried out, her voice raw and throaty. "Oh, yes, yes... please, Alaric..."

Alaric in question, groaned, "God, Violet, the sounds you make, it’s downright sinful. " He said without breaking his concentration.

Violet could not even say a word, drowning in the feel of his fingers. If his hands could make her feel this good, she dared to imagine how his length would make her lose her mind. And for a moment there, she was tempted to go back on her words and let him take her right there and then. Thankfully, the voice of reasoning still remained a tiny bit in her lust induced mind.

Then, as his pace quickened, his fingers circling faster and faster, Violet felt the momentum build like a tidal wave inside her.

"Oh God..." she moaned, clutching at the bedcovers, her body twisting and writhing beneath him. "Alaric! I think I’m going to come—!"

And just as Voilet reached the edge, the universe seemed to explode. Alaric released the faintest charge of electricity straight to her clit, the sensation like nothing she had ever felt before.

Violet’s climax hit her like a lightning strike, her body arching off the bed in a seizure-like bout as the charge coursed through every nerve and vein, amplifying her orgasm to an almost unbearable intensity.

She let out a mighty roar, the release overtaking her completely, and Alaric echoed with his own growl.

Wetness gushed from her, sliding down her thighs in a way that left no doubt of the power of her climax. Neither did Alaric’s fingers stop moving, coaxing her through every shudder and tremor until the last wave finally ebbed, leaving her breathless and boneless.

When Violet finally came back to herself, her chest heaving and her body spent, she looked up at Alaric with wide, awe-filled eyes. What just happened? He was incredible.

And it was at that moment that Violet finally understood.

If the other Alphas were as good as Alaric, it was no wonder the girls would die to date them.