Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 493: Supernatural Tongue

An Incubus could pretty much seduce anyone because all they needed was a single touch to read what their target liked and craved. And right now, Micah’s eyes gleamed with wicked anticipation, already savoring what he was about to do to her.

Adele was still suspended mid-motion, and though he could see confusion in those terrified eyes, there was desire too. She could hide it all she wanted, but he was about to draw it out.

She thought they weren’t a perfect match? He’d make her take back those words by the time he was done with her.

Adele had no idea how Micah manipulated all this, but the chains began to lift her and she made the mistake of looking down into Micah’s leering gaze. He looked like he was about to devour her whole.

No, no, no. She didn’t want the chains to lift her further, but she couldn’t go lower either. That demon would capture her. But when she reached a sudden height, Micah reached for her. He threw her legs over his shoulders, his face pressed directly to her center, his breath sending tingles across her flesh.

Adele tried to wriggle free, but he grabbed her ass hard enough to bruise.

"Micah..." Adele warned him, even though she was panting now, her body wound tight with anticipation.

"I’m going to enjoy this," Micah said to her with a cruel smile.

Then his eyes turned completely black just as he dived in, taking her entirely into his mouth. He sucked her as if she was a rare delicacy, savoring every trembling reaction he coaxed from her body.

"Ahh," Adele moaned, her back arching instinctively as pleasure jolted through her spine. She reached for him, unsure if she meant to pull him closer or shove him away. But there was nothing to grasp—no ground beneath her, no wall at her back—just air and helpless need.

She was entirely at his mercy. And mercy, Micah did not give.

He devoured her like it was his right.

sensitive buds in

being on display, even in a dream, sent a twisted, depraved thrill crawling up

she had a sick feeling he absolutely could. Sometimes, he went painfully slow, swirling

sometimes, he’d flick at her so fast the pleasure would spike only to stop just before it tipped over, switching rhythm like a devil

when did she start

hands had found the chains, clutching them tight as she arched and rocked against Micah’s face, chasing the climax coiling

desperate, every nerve ending lit with raw, feral need. The orgasm hovered just out of

ass tighter, his claws digging into her skin enough to draw blood. But Adele didn’t care. The

faster now, his tongue relentless, and when he rolled it around her sensitive bud and gave a teasing, barely-there nip,

it, trembling uncontrollably above him. But Micah didn’t let up and devoured her through the aftershocks until her breath hitched and her legs

just like that, another orgasm slammed into her,

Fuck! Fuck!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and breaking, lost in the

but most men never prioritized a woman’s pleasure like this. They all assumed the big D in the hole was the ultimate prize. Sure,

her exactly the way she

could die

was wicked with his tongue. Maybe... maybe giving in to the mating fever wouldn’t be so

head, as if shaking the thought

as if he’d read her

my God! Micah!"

and