Defy The Alpha(s) - Chapter 633

Chapter 633: NOT Right Now

Micah slowly swept his tongue over the rune once more and Adele moaned, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her veins. Her wolf howled in her mind, demanding more, marking him as hers just as fiercely as he did her.

He finally lifted his head, eyes dark and hungry, his lips glistening. “Careful, Adele,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over her neck. “If I keep this up, I won’t stop at your shoulder.”

“Then don’t,” Adele begged him, her voice trembling with need. She was wound so tight she could barely breathe. She needed him.

Micah’s eyes gleamed at her words, the inky blackness threatening to spill over entirely. When he licked his bottom lip, Adele didn’t just shiver — she became painfully aware she was standing before a predator.

And when he murmured, “Is that what you want?” his grin spreading wide, dark and devilish, Adele second-guessed every ounce of her earlier courage.

But the temptation was stronger.

“Yes,” she breathed shakily.

“As you wish, my mate.”

Adele’s heart hammered in her chest, realizing what she had just invited. The mating fever might have passed, but the pull between them still burned hot.

Micah’s touch was deliberate when he cupped her face, his gaze locking with hers. “I want your eyes on me the whole time,” he said.

“What?” Adele was confused, until she felt his hand slip beneath the edge of her hospital gown, his fingers gliding up the soft skin of her thigh. Then she understood.

Her breath hitched as Micah’s hand glided higher and higher until his fingers brushed against her soaked panties. The faintest touch sent a jolt through her, a tingle that made her gasp, her eyes fluttering.

“Shhh.” Micah caught her chin before she could look away. “Eyes on me,” he warned softly.

So she obeyed, keeping her gaze on him even though her breathing had lost all rhythm. She felt his large fingers tug the thin fabric aside, sliding through her wetness with ease.

At once, Adele cursed under her breath, her back arching into him as she gripped Micah’s arms for support. She never knew that maintaining eye contact while being pleasured could be such a herculean task; every instinct screamed to close her eyes and simply surrender to the sweet, consuming sensation.

Then he was rubbing against her clit and Adele cried out as heat shot through her.

“God, you’re so soaked.” Micah said, his nose burning with the scent of her desire.

“Please, go on,” Adele pleaded, the words breaking from her lips before she could think.

Micah obliged, pleasuring her with his expertise finger that had her cursing and moaning at the same time.

Even while drowning in pleasure, just as he wanted, Adele never took her eyes off him. That was when she truly saw how devastatingly handsome Micah was, even if it was in a dark, unnerving way that sent her pulse racing and adrenaline through the roof.

His eyes, black and endless, bore into hers, and she could swear she saw him in there — behind those demon eyes — utterly in control, even if everything about his appearance suggested otherwise. And goddess was it intoxicating.

“Yes,” she urged as his fingers worked her.

Then, as if rewarding her obedience, Micah thrust a finger inside her. Adele’s eyes flew wide in startled delight, her mouth forming a soft ‘O’ as she felt him fill her — the sudden invasion stealing her breath and leaving her trembling.

“Yes, love,” Micah said as if responding to her plea, moving faster and deeper inside her.

Adele couldn’t stop staring at him. The moans slipped from her lips again and again, her body helplessly responding to every wicked stroke of his touch.

When he slid in a second finger, she knew she was done for. Her body went taut, pleasure snapping through her like lightning before she cried out.

Micah didn’t stop, he worked her through it, guiding her as the waves rolled harder and higher until she was gasping through a second orgasm, and then a third.

By the time it was over, Adele was trembling, her legs barely holding her up. She collapsed back against the wall, lost in a haze of bliss.

Micah finally drew his fingers out, his hand glistening with her release.

Making sure she was watching, Micah brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean slowly, a deep, satisfied groan rumbling from his throat.

Adele didn’t know how to explain what she saw next. Something about him shifted, his skin glowing brighter, though his aura stayed heavy and dark like before. Then, to her utter disbelief, he let out a quiet belch, looking content.

It hit her.

He had just fed on her.

When his gaze returned to her, his eyes were hazel again, warm and beautiful, as if the darkness had never been there. Adele forced herself to breathe. She tried not to be rattled, but the truth was this was going to take some getting used to.

Micah took a step forward, his

movement seductive in a way that made Adele’s heart trip in her chest. He leaned close, his breath brushing her ear.

“Do you still want to go all the way?” he whispered. “We’re in a hospital.”

The tease in his voice was clear. They both knew he was hinting that staying quiet wouldn’t be easy.

But Adele wasn’t backing down. She leaned in till their breaths mingled, her lips brushing his when she said, “This is a private room. We better make good use of it.”

Micah’s lips curved into a sinful smile, then crushed against hers. Their mouths met in an urgent kiss, filled with need and hunger, as if they couldn’t wait to be skin to skin.

Adele fumbled with his zipper, fingers trembling with anticipation, while his hands tugged at the straps of her flimsy hospital gown.

And then, right at that perfect moment, the phone rang.

Micah ignored it, still kissing her like a man possessed. But his phone kept ringing, again and again, until with a frustrated growl, he broke the kiss.

Without even glancing at the screen, he snatched it up.

“Who the fuck is this?” he snapped.

A calm voice answered, “Is this the Oracle?”

Micah froze. The fury drained from his face instantly. He glanced down at the screen, it was an unknown number.

“Who is this?” he asked tightly.

“This is Irene Hale,” the voice said. “And the kids are missing.”