Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492: The Exhibit

Micah was naked on stage and unashamedly so from the way he stood tall and proud, flashing everything to her without so much as a blink.

Adele swallowed. Goddess help her.

For a demon, Micah looked like he had been carved by God himself. He was sinfully beautiful, the kind of handsome that was dangerous. He had a strong jaw, and lips that she couldn’t help but want to kiss.

He was well muscled, favored with broad shoulders, sculpted arms and her eyes couldn’t help but drift lower, devouring the ridges of his abdomen. His six-pack looked hard enough to break bones on and to the side, just above his hips was the clean, brutal ink of a serpent. It was so detailed that it looked ready to slither off his skin.

Her greedy gaze trailed the deep V of his hips, leading straight to his— Holy mother of God.

Adele’s eyes widened at the sheer size of him.

How... how could that possibly fit inside her?

Micah’s lips curved to the side like a predator enjoying the cornered flutter of its prey. He could already tell where her thoughts had wandered.

Like what you see? That smug mouth seemed to say without a single word.

Adele scowled at him even though every muscle in her body was wound tight and begging her to go to him. No, she would not fall for this. She had to wake up and run before —

She gasped suddenly, bending over as a fever cramp knotted savagely in her gut, followed by a rush of wetness that flooded between her thighs.

Gods, she was soaked.

"What are you doing to me?" Adele rasped, her breath catching like a jagged hook in her chest.

Micah’s eyes darkened. "Oh, honey," he drawled, voice so rich and sexy she could’ve climaxed just from that alone. "I think the real question is—what’s happening to us?"

Then he stepped forward, hunger gleaming in every inch of his gaze. His voice dropped to a growl.

"But I’m sure you already know the answer."

Then he was right in front of her without even moving.

Adele gasped, startled, nearly stumbling backward, but Micah caught her. His hands wrapped around her like bands of fire, and she nearly melted into him, every cell in her body leaning closer, and craving more even as the sensible part of her screamed don’t succumb.

Micah’s eyes were so dark now she could no longer tell where his iris ended and his pupil began. The air around him simmered with sexual tension.

He hissed, "You desire me and yet you run from me."

Adele clenched her jaw, forcing the words through gritted teeth. "We are not a perfect match."

For a dream, this felt shockingly real. The weight of his body, the heat of his hands, and the way her own thighs clenched just from his nearness was all too real. She fought the instinct to close the space between them and grind herself against him until she reached that glorious end.

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