Page 56 of Conflicted

“Mm-hmm.”

Micah pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re a frustrating wanker, you really are.”

“What’s with you and the masturbation insults? Tosser, wanker. Do you just always have sex on the brain? Am I not fucking you often enough? We can ditch our plans and seek out a bed instead if you like.”

“No, that’s not happening.” Micah shifted in his seat, and I could’ve sworn I saw his lips lift at the corners. “And technically we’ve only done it twice. Maybe it just wasn’t very memorable and that’s why my brain keeps going there.”

I cursed, reaching over to slide my hand up his thigh. He was hard, his erection bulging under the material. I caressed it once before forcing my hand back to the wheel. “Okay, forget the bed. Just say the word, little angel, and I’llpull over. I’ll suck you dry until you can’t rememberanythingbut what I’ve just done to you.”

“And you say I’m the one who always has sex on the brain. Your mind lives in the gutter.”

“It’s fun there.” I winked at him. “Come join me.”

“Is that what passes for temptation these days? If so, I’ve got to say that I’m not impressed.”

Pulling up outside a nondescript building, I turned the engine off. Twisting in my seat, I grabbed Micah by the back of his neck and hauled him forwards.

His breath caught, his eyes widening. “What are you doing?”

“If I wanted to tempt you, little angel, then I’d have no issue doing that,” I murmured, keeping my lips just above his. “I’d have you on your knees begging for my cock before you even realised what was happening. But keep lying to yourself if it makes you feel better.”

His tongue flicked out over his bottom lip, and then I was the one giving in to temptation. Catching his lip between my teeth, I bit down until he whimpered before releasing him.

“Come on.” I pulled away with a grin. “You’re going to like this.”

Micah gave me a dubious look, adjusting himself in his jeans. “More than getting off? Because after that little show I highly doubt it.”

Fuck, it was tempting to stay in the car and follow through on all the wicked things I wanted to do to this angel, but Micah needed this more.

“Let’s go inside and see.”

We got out of the car. My hands twitched, automatically reaching for Micah’s, but I wasn’t sure how well that wouldbe received. It was funny, I had no worries about biting his lip or even fucking him, but holding his hand? Stroking his hair? All those intimate gestures were foreign to me.

After last night, I knew Micah wouldn’t want them from me. He’d put it down to the bond rather than me actually wanting to do it. And maybe he was right. Maybe the only reason I wanted him this intensely was because he was my fated mate.

Either way, I was going to find out.

“What is this place?” Micah eyed the building suspiciously.

I opened the door, turning my wicked grin on him. “It’s a rage room.”

13

Micah

Ten minutes later, we were in an enclosed room wearing giant overalls and safety goggles. Completely unnecessary for us as supes, but seeing as neither of us had bothered to compel the staff, I guessed we were going with it.

“How is it that you look perfect even when you’re wearing something this ridiculous?” Nox was eyeing me in disbelief, chucking a hammer from hand to hand. “I mean, seriously, is that something to do with being an angel? Or are you just this hot all the time?”

I rolled my eyes to cover the effect Nox’s words were having on me. “You’re not doing too bad there yourself, Nox.”

His grin turned wicked. “Careful, little angel. I might think you’re giving me a compliment.”

I turned so he couldn’t see my blush. What the fuck was I doing? Was Iflirting? “So what do we do? Just bash the shit out of things?”

“Yup, basically. Figured we’d save the trees and get your rage out here instead.”

Balls. “I didn’t realise you saw that.”

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