Page 70 of Peacock Me Like a Hurricane

How dare he ask me to let it go after what he did?

Despite my protests, Laverna insisted that I confront Wilde. As he stood before me, I could feel his energy pulsing with both anger and regret. The scratches on my arms told the story of our recent physical altercation. “You were fulfilling her wish,” I say, struggling to maintain composure. “But you didn’t understand the consequences of your actions.”

Wilde’s eyes flicker with annoyance as he rubs at the scratches on my arms. “I didn’t mean to harm you or make you afraid,” he says.

But I can see the self-righteous smirk forming on his lips. He doesn’t truly understand the gravity of his actions. “Love should have won out over your inability to control your temper,” I retort.

Laverna interjects, her voice dripping with derision. “Oh, please. These vessels are nothing but liars, and they only deceive themselves! This body harbors a demon hungry for blood and revenge, and when it couldn’t find its usual prey, it accepted this girl’s offer. She has a death wish because she’s always feltmisunderstood and mistreated. It’s a wonder her parents didn’t get rid of her years ago.”

Tears well up in my eyes as I listen to their callous words. But amidst the deity chatter and insults, Wilde’s words strike a chord within me. It’s no surprise that I would attract not only abusive humans but also mocking deities into my life. It’s a vicious cycle that I’ve never been able to break out of.

Suddenly, the conversation clicks into place as Loki laughs at my realization. If I want something in this life, I can’t sit idly by and wait for it to come to me. I have to take charge and claim what is rightfully mine.

But then I remember my nightmares and the constant fear that plagues me. How can I possibly work with Wilde and his kind when I’m so afraid of them? It’s a daunting task, but I know that I have to push past my fear if I ever want to claim the life I deserve.

The voice of the Goddess purrs in my ear and I gasp as his hands grasp my hips, pulling me to him. In one movement, I know his intentions and it prevents me from fleeing at the same time. Loki and Laverna are growing impatient with our dilly dallying.

It is time for the ceremony. They are hungry.

As I lean into him, the familiar scent of tobacco lingers on his skin. He places a soft kiss on my forehead, then moves slowly down to my lips. My body tenses at first, but his touch is gentle and reassuring. His hands wander, tracing patterns on my back as our kiss deepens.

As our bodies entwine, my fear begins to fade away. The goddess inside me hums with pleasure, encouraging me to let go and trust in this moment. And so, I do.

With a tenderness that surprises me, he undresses me and whispers sweet words in my ear. Every touch from his skilledhands sends sparks of electricity through my body. Our kiss grows more urgent as we surrender to each other.

I feel the goddess’s power flowing through me, leading me to make the choice to forgive him. And as we move together in perfect rhythm, I know I have made the right decision. Forgetting all hesitation and doubt, we become lost in each other’s embrace like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together.

In this moment, there is only us and the goddess’s presence surrounding us with warmth and love. And as we continue to explore and discover each other’s bodies, all fears and doubts melt away until there is only pleasure and ecstasy left behind.

The hum in me rises to a fever pitch; she’s pushing against me and pulling him toward me. When I open my eyes, I gasp, my heart thudding in my ears. He is framed by the Beltane fire, and my breath catches watching the flames engulf him and explode from him in a sea of power. “My God.”

“My Goddess,” he replies.

Shuddering and groaning, his hair spills out of his ribbon, tickling my face. I reach up and push it back, caressing his cheeks and losing myself in his eyes. Never have I seen any so blue and deep, I know I’m drowning.

The energy building in and around us whines. It could be our own voices making the sound, but I can’t tell. God and Goddess unite, discovering each other, and creating a flow of ancient power. Its tingling fingers stream through Wilde to me and back again.

A sudden jolt hits me; I have one more irrevocable act to accept the ultimate truth with a gesture of supplication. I meet his gaze. “I trust you.”

Slowly I turn my head and bare my neck, whatever remnant of fear or doubt I had remaining vanished. I brace myself for the bite. His lips close over my skin, and he lovingly kisses the pulsing artery. Then, nothing.

I lift my gaze to meet his intense stare, my eyelashes fluttering as I try to process the overwhelming emotions coursing through me. He leans in closer, his breath warm against my face, and a smile tugs at the corners of his full lips. His rhythmic movements never falter, expertly bringing me closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

But then he pauses, pulling back slightly as if sensing my hesitation. With a gentle kiss on my lips, he whispers words of reassurance and love, before resuming his entrancing pace.

As our bodies move together in perfect harmony, I feel powerful waves of energy emanating from us, blending and merging into one another. My mind is filled with images and thoughts of Wilde, Laverna, and Loki - all fighting for control over me, but ultimately being overpowered by my love for this man who holds me close.

In a moment of pure bliss, I surrender completely to him, releasing all inhibitions and letting myself be carried away by the tide of pleasure. And as I come down from my high, surrounded by his warmth and gentleness, I know that our lives will forever be intertwined, bound by love and destiny.

The presence of mischief and thievery fades away as we drift off into peaceful slumber, our bodies entwined in an unbreakable bond. And though they may still try to manipulate us from afar, we are now strong enough to resist their antics - together as one united force.

Snuggling deeper into the curve of his body, I bury my head in his chest and sigh appreciatively. Fingers trickle along my spine, and dance in a familiar circle along the edges of the Celtic knot work tattoos along the back of my pelvis. The shift of weight against me is like any night at home, and it feels so good.

“Mmm Mandy,” a voice coos.

A simple melody filters in my ears from that same voice. Before I know it, I’m humming in my head and hearing thewords of the song Constantine sang to me in the den during the winter when I was so down.

Snapping my eyes open, I am blinded by the brightness of the bonfire. When my eyes finally adjust, I look up into his eyes. The bottom drops out of my stomach as I realize these are not the eyes I almost drowned in. These are not the same blue oceans that brought me full circle with my own fears and the goddess.

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