Page 8 of Peacock Me Like a Hurricane

Rubbing my bum, I try to untangle my limbs as I look up at him from the floor. What in the actual fuck?

“Ahem. Tattoo,” he clarifies as he looks at the screen. “Be right back.” He walks over to the wall by the bathroom door and pushes a spot on the panel to reveal a doorway as he talks into the phone quietly.

I get up and plop on the couch to wait, studying the ceiling absently. Where in the hell does that door go? Do all of them open with a touch panel? How does he keep adding to this place in such a short time? What even IS this place? I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I miss him returning until he pounces on me like a cat.

“Quid pro quo, love!” he yells, laughing as I grumble. His hand groping everywhere as he pretends to right himself.

I burst out laughing, pinching his bum. “You ninny!”

“How dare you take liberties with my fair self! I’m a mated clone!”

I goose him again. “Uh-oh. I better beware.”

“You know, I decided not to shag you today.”

I sniff. “Maybe I wasn’t going to shag you, ego man.”

He chuckles darkly. “I won’t then.”

I grin as his hands roam over me, making his declaration a lie. “Definitely not.”

We’re both full of it.

The Cat and Bird Have No Restraint

DELILAH

His sapphire eyes gleam down at me as we curl together, sweaty and happy. “See, baby? It’s all about restraint.”

“We have serious willpower,” I murmur, sliding my fingers down his spine lightly. That’s about as far as I can move.

“Does our fantastic lack of willpower bother you? Do you wish I had more? We don’t always have to shag. I’m not with you just for the sex.”

I laugh throatily. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d make me moanlessin pleasure. It’s going on my Christmas list this year.”

“Christmas is rather far away, love. Are you sure you want to suffer through the wild, crazy orgasms until then?” His grin is infectious, and I reach up to push a lock of hair off his forehead.

“I could make it a New Year’s resolution, I suppose. Maybe for Valentine’s Day...”

“My Minx, I’m starting to think that you don’t actuallywantto give up the blood play and brain melting orgasms.”

“You know, you might be right.” I tap his nose playfully, smiling.

“Bloody right I am.” He holds me close, turning us so we’re snuggled in.

I nuzzle his shoulder before my eyes pop open. “You’ve made me a lech.”

“Me? I madeyoua lech? How could I makeyou— Wait a tic…what’s a lech?”

Lifting my index finger, I quote, “One, especially a male, who is excessively concerned with sexual pleasure.”

His jaw drops open. The humor in my statement suddenly catches up with him and he starts to laugh. He wipes his eyes when they leak—positively hooting with mirth—as he tries to calm himself. Taurus kisses my shoulder, only to howl again when he looks at me. “Me?! I’ve made you a lech.”

“Yup. It’s all your fault. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” I nod, looking serious as I cross my arms over my chest.

He rests his forehead against mine, finally able to control the snorts. “I think we’re both letches, and we corrupt each other. How about that for a compromise?”

“Agreed,” I take his hand and shake it.

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