Page 24 of Conflicted

As a demon, I felt right at home. Lust was thick in the air, and my powers were humming along my skin. The music was pounding, the bass reminding me of filthy, uncontrolled sex. The kind where nothing else existed except for you and your partner. Chasing your pleasure roughly. Moans and soft screams the only noise aside from slapping skin.

Yet another reason why Micah and I weren’t meant to be. That angel wouldn’t know good sex if it bit him on the arse.

Ironic, given biting was definitely on my ‘good sex checklist.’

My eyes were closed and my body loose as I moved to the rhythm. With the amount of lust surrounding me, it was as close to being high as I could hope to be as a demon.

Sadly, experiencing the lust second-hand was the best I was going to get tonight. Despite themanyattractive specimens surrounding me, my cock just wasn’t interested. Not even in the two gorgeous men grinding up against me, their hands exploring whatever they wanted.

They could look, they could touch, but they weren’t going to get anything in return. Not from me, anyway.

I didn’t stop dancing with them though. Their lust was so potent, so close, that I could drown in it.

Micah would never do this, I told myself.He wouldn’t let go in a club with you. Or show affection so publicly. He’d probably insist on all fucking happening in a bed with the lights off.

Something that would never happen with me.

The song transitioned into something darker, the tempo dripping with sex. One of my dance partnerssquealed, grabbing my wrists and draping them over his shoulders.

I kept my eyes closed. I tried so hard not to picture Micah, but I couldn’t help myself. This stranger was a similar height, a similar shape, but apparently that wasn’t enough to fool my dick. The traitorous fucker wasn’t getting hard for anyone other than that stuck-up fucking angel.

My lack of arousal didn’t stop me moving against the man like I was fucking him. Sliding my hands to his hips, I held him just as I would have if he were under me.

My other dance partner was behind me now, grinding away in the same manner as I was. That wasn’t doing anything for me either, but the heightened lust the human was feeling as a result was worth it.

Just then, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I groaned internally.Please don’t be him. Please, just give me this.

Naturally, there was no one to listen to the prayers of demons. I reluctantly opened my eyes and they found Micah instantly. Like me, he was on the dance floor, but not moving. No one came near him either, meaning he’d probably put a compulsion net up.

He just stood there, impressive arms folded over his chest, glaring at me.

Guilt tickled at me before I clamped down on it. What the fuck did I have to feel guilty about? Micah was nothing and no one to me—a sentiment I knew went both ways. For Hell’s sake, he’d told me to go out and get laid, so why was he glaring at these humans like he was planning the best way to kill them?

Not that he’d do that, obviously. Micah was an angel,after all. And not just any angel, the head of God’s most lethal unit of soldiers.

He was the saintliest of saints.

Fuck if that didn’t make me want to dirty him up a little.

Despite knowing it didn’t matter what Micah thought of my night out, I found myself compelling both my dance partners to leave. A gleam of satisfaction appeared in Micah’s eyes as he watched them go.

I prowled over to him, my hands in fists at my sides. “Happy now?”

Micah lifted his chin defiantly. “I didn’t ask you to do anything.”

Leaning close, I whispered in his ear, “You might want to tell your face that, little angel. I don’t know what’s more revealing, the fact that you looked like you wanted to murder them for touching me, or the relief you showed after they left.”

Micah jerked back a step. “That would imply that I feel anything for you other than hate.”

I smirked, chasing him to close the distance again. “Really? You might want to tell your cock that. Nice dick print, by the way.”

Micah’s lip curled, but fair play to him, he didn’t attempt to hide the effect I was having on him. “Could say the same about you.”

He wasn’t wrong there. My libido, which had been missing earlier, had returned in full force. “Don’t flatter yourself, little angel. I can enjoy the outer package while hating the interior. It’s not my fault that my cock is fixated on you. There’s no accounting for taste.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“I’ll stop when you ask me to, instead of telling me.”

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