Page 38 of Conflicted

I’d done a million cruel things during my immortal lifetime, but hurting Micah was one I’d never add to the list.

“What are you doing here, little angel?”

His shoulders tightened further. “I’ve asked you not to call me that.”

“No, you told me.” I prowled closer, unable to stop myself. The pull in me eased with every step I took, quieting completely as my breath ghosted over the back of his neck. “If you’d asked me, maybe I might’ve listened.”

“I doubt that very much.”

The creamy skin of his neck was just begging me to press my lips to it. I fought against the urge. “Why? You asked me to fuck you roughly and I did that.”

He spun, finally facing me. “That never happened.”

Micah’s eyes were practically sparking. I grinned, feeling alive for the first time indays. “I assure you that it did. Do you need me to refresh your memory?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you. I bet you’ve been sat in your house all this time reliving it.”

“You say that like you’re not the one perched on my roof.”

Guilt flickered in his eyes. “That’s got nothing to do with it.”

“Then why are you here?”

His gaze cut away. “You haven’t left the house in days.”

Without him looking at me, that itchiness was back. My demon didn’t like having Micah’s attention elsewhere. Touching his jaw lightly, I forced him to meet my eyes. “Have you been stalking me, little angel?”

“Of course not.”

“Then how’d you know I haven’t left the house?”

He tried to look away again, but I tightened my grip on his jaw, refusing to let him. To my amusement, he huffed, but made no attempt to shove me away. “I warded your house, okay?”

My mouth fell open in surprise. What the fuck? Was he trying to protect me or something?

“Not because I care about what happens to you,” he said quickly, squashing that notion before it could take hold. “But because I need to know when you leave the house to cause mayhem. I don’t trust you, Nox.”

“That’s smart,” I said, my thumb idly stroking over his jaw. There was a light stubble there, as though he’d skipped shaving this morning. I wondered for a second what it would feel like against my inner thighs. “I’m not really known for being trustworthy.”

“No demons are.”

I forced myself to let go of him and take a step back. Micah seemed to be slipping under my defences with terrifying ease. “So you’re here checking up to make sure I’m okay? I’m touched.”

His gaze was withering as he ran it over me. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He went to repeat the action again, but his attention caught on my nipples. Thanks to the top I’d chosen, the rings in them were visible. Micah’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at them, transfixed.

“Why would I flatter myself when I have you to do it for me?”

“I’m not flattering you.” His eyes hadn’t moved.

“That’s what you think.”

His cheeks flushed as he realised what he was doing. “I don’t want you.”

“Mm-hmm.” I stepped closer, bracketing his hips with my hands. “Sure about that, little angel?”

“Fuck you,” he said, a little breathless now.

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