Page 42 of Conflicted

It couldn’t happen. It was as simple as that.

He pushed his face between my cheeks, swirling his tongue around my hole once before pulling back.

“This is all mine.” Flames flickered in his eyes as he glowered up at me. “You got that, little angel?”

“That’s only true if you actually do something,” I said, unable to stop myself biting back at him. “Or is all this build-up something you think is actually hot?”

Nox grinned as he grabbed my cock. He squeezed it tight, making my hips buck automatically. “See, I’d believe you if you weren’t so fucking hard. You love it, Micah. But keep fighting me on it. That’s what gets me going.”

Frustration zipped through me as he abruptly released my cock. It vanished in the next second as his tongue returned to my hole.

My fingers were digging into my trembling thighs as Nox licked me. He made a small noise of exasperation before his hands went to my hips, dragging me forwards on the table until my arse was hanging off the edge.

Supporting me with his hands, Nox took no prisoners. He ate me out like he was punishing me. He barely waited long enough for me to relax before fucking his tongue inside of me. My eyes rolled back in my head as his tongue piercing added a whole unexpected layer of sensation.

Strangely, the best thing about all of this wasn’t what Nox was doing to me, but his reactions to it. Small grunts of satisfaction mingled with low growls. His hands wereholding me possessively, moving me every now and then so he could find the angle he wanted.

It was like I was a toy for him to play with. And fuck, was he enjoying it.

It occurred to me for a second how this must look. Me, on my back, holding my knees to my chest. A demon on his knees, rimming me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

And you know what? I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t care that we were on the roof. That the demons he lived with might be able to hear us. That one of my unit might happen to fly overhead and spot us.

I didn’t care. I was starting to realise that these brief stolen moments with Nox were giving me something I hadn’t ever experienced before.

Freedom.

With him, I wasn’t a leader. I wasn’t an angel. I didn’t have to worry about anything else.

For the first time in my supposedly blessed existence, I was just myself.

Fuck, I could get used to this.

Alarm twisted in my stomach, making me tense. That wasn’t an option. This wasn’t something I could get used to. Not without risking everything. Even if we could move past the hatred we felt for each other, there was no future for us.

These brief encounters were the best thing we could hope for.

I hadn’t realised Nox had stopped until he got to his feet. He braced his arms on either side of my head, leaning over me. He didn’t speak, just cocked his head to the side, his gaze burning into me. Maybe he was trying to intimidateme, like a cat studying a mouse, but once more it wasn’t having the desired effect.

No, I just felt calm…which was a complete mind-fuck in itself.

Trying to take control of the situation, I glared up at him. “Tired already?”

He ignored my jibe. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

His nostrils flared. “Don’t lie to me, little angel.”

I huffed, shoving at his chest. To my annoyance, he didn’t move an inch. To be fair, I hadn’t used even a fraction of my strength.

“Move. If you’re not going to fuck me then I’m leaving.”

His hand went between us, fingers pushing against my slackened hole, making me jolt.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Micah. But demons aren’t the unintelligent creatures you believe us to be. I’m capable of multitasking. So tell me what’s wrong while I fuck you.”

“Are you capable of taking a hint? Because if you aren’t, then maybe you are as unintelligent as I think you are.”

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