Page 106 of Peacock Me Like a Hurricane

His nails are blunt, but they dig in deep, gripping my waist as he meets my thrusts with his own. Ripping his fangs out of the curve, he strikes again, letting the blood flow. Stars explodebehind my eyes as the pleasure rockets through me and my blood mixes with the trickles of his from the bite on his shoulder. I keep rocking on him, eyes swirling with green and gold as I moan low and dark. Leaning down, I scrape the four points across his other shoulder from neck to bicep, watching the droplets well up.

“That’s it, baby, slice me, bleed me like the demon kitty you are,” he mumbles, doing the same to me from the shoulder to elbow. His eyes flash as he throbs inside me, almost high on the scent of the blood.~Fuck, you’re good at this. ~

The throaty chortle that echoes makes him growl and I bend in an impossibly fluid manner to rake my incisors over the peacock’s neck, then his chest.~Only for you, baby. ~

His eyes roll back and he grits his teeth, shuddering hard.

I feel him steeling against the end. My tail drops in response, stroking over his slick skin as I yowl, teetering on the edge.~Fuck baby. Going to—soon. ~

The bottlebrush tip of his tail flicks out, wrapping around mine and tugging as he stiffens from head to toe. “Fuck! It’s going to happen…now!” He jerks my head back, tearing into my throat as he explodes, roaring into my mind.

My screech echoes his and I bury my fangs into him, suckling, jaw working to get a better flow. Release flows over me like a crashing wave and it knocks me out. We’re both drinking greedily, blood loss heady and dizzying. Connected down to our cores, the primal fades, and our tails chase, playing and stroking over the hurts.

Sighing as we whisper back and forth mentally, my hands weave into his hair, holding him in place as we feast. I feel how close to the danger zone we’re getting, and I lap at the wound. He takes notice of my caution and I sense him pondering going over the line before he whispers.~Can’t we do it—once? It probably won’t kill us. ~

~What would it do? ~

I whisper, a war between curiosity, excitement, and concern starting within me.

A few seconds go by as he considers, leaving me to float in a sea of sultry sensations.~Well, it might kill us. We’d drop out of consciousness for a bit. We’d have drunk more than anyone else I know ever has—and lived through it. Since we’re mated, I’m not sure what it’d do. I’ve fed more from you than I ever have before. Sometimes even that’s not enough.~

His lips turn down and he stops to think.~I don’t know. The baby tosses the mix a bit. We should be on a bed if we try. ~

He nuzzles as he suckles, still drawing on the wound.

Purrs rumble out of my chest and my tail tugs his, my voice tremulous as I respond.~Can you get us there? I’ll try to help you. ~

He nods and my magick opens for him, letting him access it to help apparate us to the bed. In a blink, we’re on the satin comforter, staining it as we suckle and bleed from various wounds. Groaning, I slide a hip on his, pressing close.~Feel you. Taste you. Want you. ~

~You sure? ~he croaks.~It’s supposed to be utopian, but I’m not sure I’ll stop bleeding when we pass. You will, but I’m not sure about me. ~

~You will. My blood’s in yours more than anyone else. You can do it. Since the night I healed you, you’ve got the power. ~

~I should have thought of that, but I’m so lightheaded. I have never hungered like this before… ~

~I know; I can’t ever get enough. I crave you. ~

~It feels hot… tight… colorful. ~

The sensations flow from him to me and my head swims. I suckle more, eyes slipping closed and everything hazy inside.~Sweet... warm… soft… ~

Our breathing gets shallower, tasting and floating in a place with no pain, only peaceful softness. Limbs turn to water and our bodies seem to connect deeper than ever before as we whisper endearments. Passing warning level after warning level, instinct takes us further and further as spots dance in front of my eyes. My consciousness seems to shimmer like the air of the desert in the day’s heat. Our hearts flutter. Like a dying waltz, they echo slowing beats until they stop.

After that, there’s nothing except two bodies entwined and a glimmer of hope that our strength would save us both.

A spark of light and energy dances inside them, untouchable by their actions, and it reacts instinctively to strengthen them. The light kick-starts smaller things first, healing superficial wounds and pulling the feral faces back. The cuts seal, stopping the blood flow. A small, magickal push engulfs them in a warm glow, the baby inside guiding them gently first to life and then to reawakening.

The Cat and The Bird Are Not Zombies

THE CAT AND THE BIRD ARE NOT ZOMBIES

My eyelids crack open as I shift, and he rolls over, wrapping himself around me. Head swimming, I feel many things swirling around in it. A smile drifts across my face as he nuzzles my neck. Draping my arms around him, limbs feeling weightless, I cup the back of his head.

~Well, baby, ~he croons, his voice vibrant in my mind.~How do you feel?~

~I’m all floaty. ~I chuckle, the warmth in his voice caressing me inside.~You? ~

~Ditto the floaty and toss in a sublime bliss. ~His grin slides down my spine and the sensations are so strong that I almost see it without even looking at his face. ~We lived. ~

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