Page 17 of Peacock Me Like a Hurricane

“I didn’t say that.”

“Of course not. That’s the sissy girl in you, not wanting to admit to anything ever.”

“Did you just call me asissy?” I push him away again, eyes flashing with emerald and fury. I amnota sissy.

The idiots we’ve been avoiding; those are sissies.

“Huh?”

“You called me a sissy!” I thump his chest with a fist, fuming.

“Ow! Bloody hell woman, stop that.”

“Stop what?” I thump him again, giving him a dirty look.

“Ow! That, sod it all. Why are you pounding on me?”

“Because you called me a sissy, why else? I’m not a sissy.”

He presses his lips together as if trying to come up with an excuse quickly. “Is this our first fight, baby? I want to be prepared because I have to plan the makeup session.”

“You realize that it’s awfully hard to be pissed at you when you’re planning how to get in my pants afterward?” I snort, shaking my head.

“I had no idea at all, really.” He tries to look angelic and fails miserably.

I give him a shrewd look. “I’ll bet you didn’t.”

He raises his head and sucks on the dip where my collarbone meets my neck. “I’m completely innocent.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

His lip curls up and he prowls over me. I know where this is going and honestly, I’m okay with that… sissy and all.

I lift my arm off my face and look at him. My lips curl as he presses kisses to my sweaty shoulder.

“Aren’t you glad I called you a sissy?”

“I guess that’s one way to thank me for bringing the bed,” I chuckle throatily.

“I should probably cop to the truth, minx. I meant to say sassy. I was distracted, and it slipped out as sissy. But you got stompy, and I thought—why not?”

My eyes widen comically. I fall into uncontrollable giggles, snorting. “You are a terrible non-person.”

“Well, yeah.” He grins unabashedly. “That means you’re not brassed off at me for not being honest, right?”

“You knew I wouldn’t be afterthat.”

“It certainly gave me motivation to make you scream, love of mine. You can’t blame me after you pummeled me bruised and sore. I bet you feel guilty about that now.”

“Oh, not at all. You didn’t seem to mind.” I smirk, bobbing my brows at him.

He blushes and shrugs. “I was keyed into your emotions, minx. You were pumping emotions into the air like pheromones. I don’t know how, since you’re a mind speaker, not an empath.”

I wince. I mean, sort of… “I have noproofthat I’m an empath. I... sense a lot. Mind speech only works with my mates as far as I know. I’m not a true telepath like you. However, until four months ago, I didn’t have a tail and fangs, either. I pick things up with no warning—that’s why I came to you.”

We haven’t even discussed my magick yet. After Beltane, I’ll feel comfortable talking to the ones I love about my skills—or lack thereof, we’ll see. Look how long it took me to get a modicum of control over her.

“I feel like we should get working on that again. What if something even weirder happens? I know you’re working on control and I can see improvement. But what if you’re not amutant, but a shifter? What if there are things you can do that you don’t know about yet?”

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