Page 16 of Peacock Me Like a Hurricane

“I was being difficult?” He hides a grin behind a pillow sham. “How was I difficult?”

I huff in response.

“You mean saying you want me around all the time?”

“See how often I’m accommodating now.” I cross my arms over my chest.

It’s not very threatening, given that I’m flat on my back, but it’s the principle that matters.

“Baby, you know the only thing that matters to me is being with you. I’m sorry I poked. I like it when you get possessive.” Taurus rolls over and looks down at me seriously. “It occurs to me we’ve never been out on a date. I’d like the world to know I’ve mated with you, beautiful. That means a trip around town for mayhem and chaos.” His smile is evil, and I can hear the wheels turning in his head.

“Ooh,” I clap in excitement.

“Oh, sure.Nowyou want to dash out the front door with me in tow. Mention a date and the chits get all anticipatory.”

“You are pushing my buttons, buster.” I poke his chest playfully.

“You want a night out on the town. Hunting, stealing, chick flick, maybe a bit of a walk on the beach? Let me ponder a chaotic, glorious show.”

“That sounds like a lot for a first date. Maybe we should pick a few?”

“What would you like to do, baby? Riot, random pyromania, girlie film…?”

“Surprise me. I like surprises.”

His expression is evil. “Right then. Just ignore that buxom blonde that’s going to hit on me while we’re out then.”

I arch my brow at him, the beast rumbling to life within a second.

“You mentioned preening, darling. I thought it would be an excellent opportunity for you to say, ‘mine’. I know how much you like it.”

“You are incorrigible,” I huff.

“Though, you haven’t said it of late. Maybe that buxom blonde will be more receptive.”

My eyes narrow and I mutter, “She would be less buxom without her spine.”

He laughs and rolls over to look down in my eyes, sapphire meeting sapphire. “Say it.”

“Mine.” I drop a single fang and lick it, my lips curling up.

My control is getting better now that she’s not caged. I’ve been practicing things I’ve seen my boys do. The one fang thing is Victor’s signature schtick and I was pleased as fuck to master a trick that none of the others can do.

I have twice as many as them, so that has to be slick as hell, right?

“Bloody right. Nice work on the control, minx—you’ve been practicing.” His warm hand strokes along my skin as his eyes burn with pride. “I love you and I’m going to work hard to give you a decent time when we go out.” His head lowers and his lips move over my collarbone, then quirk up in devilment when he draws away an inch. “You’ll probably only have to kill three—maybe four—stunningly gorgeous chits with a yen to get me horizontal.”

Making a face, I push him away. “I’m onto you, Mister. Youwantto see me slice people up over you.”

“Well, yeah, but I’m an equal opportunity chest-thumper. I’ll eviscerate a few flockers if you’d like.” His eyes say that he’d not only do it, but enjoy it thoroughly.

Chuckling, I say, “No need. Unless you’re eager to thump and bellow.”

Leering, he sniffs. “Whatever gave you the idea that I was… how did you put it? Eager to thump and bellow?”

“Because you live for that shit, you big cave clone.”

Leaning over, he nips the skin of my collarbone with blunt teeth. “Oh? And you don’t, you ferocious feline?”

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