~Alaric~
Something was wrong. Very wrong. He might not know Violet on a personal level, but he has heard enough of the stubborn, fiery, purple head and this was not just like her.
Her fevered movements, her intense, almost primal desperation wasn’t normal at all. Alaric’s instincts screamed at him, urging him to step back and assess the situation. But he couldn’t move, not with Violet straddling him like this.
"Violet," he said sharply, and grabbed her shoulders firmly, forcing her to meet his eyes. "This isn’t you. What’s happening to you? Tell me, what is wrong?"
Violet blinked up at him, her eyes glassy and filled with an intensity that made his stomach churn. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t natural.
If by chance his lightning was responsible for this, then he had to do something about it. But then, what could he possibly do about it? This was the first time his lightning was making someone.... horny. Intensely horny. Were she a werewolf, he would have assumed she was in her heat or something?
"You’re right, my prince, there’s something wrong with me." Violet finally said and Alaric’s heart missed a beat, a bad premonition hanging over his head. His lightning has done this. It was bus fault.
But Violet said to his surpise, "I crave, hunger and burn for you, my prince, but you don’t want me. Do you know how much that hurts my prince?" She whined with a sultry tone.
Alaric froze at once. He knew those words. Those were the same words she had told him Asher used on her. By chance, could it be that his lightning somehow messed with her head and Asher’s compulsion malfunctioned. Instead of Asher, she now wanted him.
The gods help him because this was bad. As much as he desired Violet, he could not take her in this state. The girl didn’t even know what he was doing and he had no doubt she would hate his ass when the compulsion was over. He had to get her help.
But while Alaric was busy thinking of what to do, the horny Violet had already reached down and grabbed the outline of his raging member through his pants. Alaric nearly jerked out of his seat at the contact that sent a thrill right through him.
"Violet!" He groaned a warning. There was so much self control he had and when he snapped, it was safe to say there was no going back. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that to her, not while she was like this.
Violet said in a pleading tone. "Why won’t you take me, my prince. I’m yours already. Please, let me burn for you."
"I’ll let you gladly burn for me if you were in your right now. But right now, this would be a devastating inferno." He said while trying to fight off her wandering hand.
But instead Violet grabbed him harder and he groaned loudly, "Violet!" She was going to be the death of him.
"I don’t care, my lightning prince... " She purred, now grinding against him again, "As long as we burn. Just let me, my prince. Let the lightning guide you."
Veins bulge in Alaric’s head, evidence of him holding on to his self control which was slipping with each passing minute. It was too tempting. He could give in and when Violet recovers, he could blame it on the fact that she was relentless and he had given in. She would understand. But no, Alaric could not do that. He would not let his desire define him.
With a great deal of restraint, Alaric grabbed Violet on the hips and set her on the desk before him, then got out of the seat, and away from him before she could stop him again.
"What do you think you’re doing?!" Violet’s voice was filled with fury as she realized what Alaric had done.
"Saving you from the shame that will no doubt consume you when you return to your senses and realize what you’ve done," Alaric replied unapologetically, his tone firm.
"You don’t want me!" Violet spat angrily, her eyes blazing as she lunged forward to grab him. But Alaric sidestepped, moving swiftly to the other side of the classroom.
"Violet! You have to listen to me!" he said, trying to make her understand. "Between Asher’s persuasion and my lightning, something must have happened. Your head isn’t clear right now."
"Apologies, my lightning prince," Violet said mockingly, her tone dripping with defiance, "but my head has never been clearer." She rushed at him again, her movements erratic but purposeful.
And so it began, a game of chase. Alaric maneuvered around the room with precision, carefully avoiding her every attempt to close the distance, all while his mind scrambled for a solution.
Frustration etched itself onto Violet’s face, and her demeanor shifted. She stood still, catching her breath, while Alaric remained on edge, bracing for her next move. When she moved, it wasn’t to charge at him again but to unbutton her shirt. At least the rest of it.
Alaric froze, his eyes widening as she dragged the shirt off her arms, exposing more of her skin.
"Are you really sure, my lightning prince, that you don’t like this?" Violet asked in a sultry tone, her voice teasing as she began massaging her breasts in an undeniably provocative manner.
"Stop this, Violet. Stop it right now!" Alaric growled.
But Violet only laughed, her tone both seductive and harsh. "Why? Because you can’t handle the heat? Maybe we should turn it up a notch."
She reached for her bra strap, tugging it down deliberately, clearly intending to remove it entirely.
Before she could, Alaric moved. In one swift motion, he grabbed her arm from behind, forcing her to stop, and bent her over the desk.
"You’ve completely lost your mind!" Alaric barked, his voice trembling with anger, frustration, and something dangerously close to desire.
His entire body trembled, knowing how close he had been. If he had been just a second too late, he would have lost control completely, succumbing to the relentless need raging inside him. He was barely holding on, teetering on the edge of his self-restraint.
Violet’s unkind laughter echoed through the room, sharp and wicked, cutting through the space. Despite being overpowered and pinned down by him, she didn’t seem defeated. If anything, she seemed to revel in it.
Or perhaps, this had been her plan all along. She began to move against him, her body rocking deliberately, and Alaric almost groaned aloud, the mixture of frustration and desire nearly undoing him.
What kind of devious vixen had he entangled himself with?
With one hand, he pinned her arm more firmly, and with the other, he gripped her hips, trying to steady her. His voice was rough, a mixture of command and pleading. "Stop it, Violet!"
And then, just as the tension reached its peak, voices carried from outside the room.
"I told you, Roman. This is where he’ll be. Alpha Alaric’s probably sleeping—" The door creaked open, and the voices trailed off into stunned silence.
Alaric froze, his head snapping toward the doorway, where Roman and his beta stood, their eyes wide as they took in the scene before them. Violet, bent over the desk half naked, looked like a picture of debauchery. Alaric’s position behind her, his hand gripping her firmly, only made it worse.
For a moment, no one moved. The silence was deafening.
And then Violet in that state, ever the devious vixen, turned her head toward Roman and said with a sweet, breathless voice, "Help me."