Excerpt Blast: CONFLICTED by Lark Taylor!

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EXCERPT:

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.

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