Page 31 of Peacock Me Like a Hurricane (Rise of the Resistance #2)

DELILAH

M y senses are alive with the scents and tastes in the air.

As my limbs stretch towards the sky, my body undulates to the tune in my head. She is participating in this ceremony because she loves being primitive and uninhibited. The mating aspect is appealing—fight, flight, or fucking.

She’s always game for that.

Unfortunately, I didn’t consider how she might feel about another being inhabiting our body, even for a short time. She couldn’t exist without me, but she’s not me. I might be okay with the Dark Lady taking over for a bit, but who knows what’s going to happen if the beast’s not keen on it?

I officially suck at planning ahead.

Familiar scents enter our space and I assume the others’ mates have arrived, yet mine still has not. A momentary flash of irritation at Rafe’s lackadaisical attitude crosses my mind when an electric shock hits me. A gust of intense energy fills my body and my Goddess invades, filling me with a power so great that even she has to respect it.

The presence of another spirit gives her pause, but Bast embraces her. Their mutual passion, lust, and fierceness bonds them instantly. Together, they reach out, roaring the call for our God to mate with us. Embodied with the goddess of fertility and vengeance, my Beast feeds off the sexual energy floating in the air. It creates a savage hunger deep inside, and a wicked smile curves our lips.

When our mate arrives, we’re going to rip into him like never before.

I chuckle at the thought, stopping as recognition prickles along my spine. “He’s almost here,” I whisper, my voice deep and husky with the Goddess’ influence.

A pair of arms encircle my waist and I snarl in happiness. “My Horus,” I purr, slithering around to face him. My eyes pop open in shock when I see a face that I did not expect.

Inside, the Goddess and the beast laugh darkly, as if they’ve known all along that this is who would show up.

His lips are curled into a wicked smirk as he looks down at me, his demon visage firmly in place. Golden eyes devour my naked form greedily. My arms curl around his neck of their own volition and I realize I’m along for the ride.

The Goddess and the beast are in full control and they are satisfied with the naked male I’m writhing against. The faint sound of a hawk rings in my ears as he hauls me against him, his snarl renting the air as the God slips into him. I sense the demon inside him struggling, and reach inside to touch his heart. The gesture reassures his primal sides so Horus can slip into him as Bast fills me.

“Minx,” he growls darkly, his hands sliding over my back and leaving trails of sparkling power lingering on my skin.

“My fiend,” I tease gently. My fully unsheathed claws scratch down his chest and he growls again. Emerald eyes roam his form, lighting with wicked glee as they note that he’s already naked. “Afraid I’ll mess the clothes, baby?”

“Bloody right,” he replies, gripping my ass tightly. “I can’t have you tearing up my silk to get your hot little hands on my hard body.”

My mouth is crushed to his, conversation finished as his body presses against mine temptingly. Running my hands down his chest, I stop at the feathery peacock, stroking and scratching it. The bird’s eyes blink at me like the little bugger’s going to nip at me like he had in the cage. I trail a finger down to where the tail has a gap for my missing feather as he makes rumbling noises in his chest. Smirking, I slide my fingers over more of the bird, magick arcing between us like tiny zephyrs as I move over his abs, sliding downward with intent.

I love his body and this is absolutely divine.

She growls impatiently and he yanks me up, tugging me forward to plunder my mouth roughly. Snarling, he pulls both of my legs around his waist, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as our tongues thrust and parry. They scrape against our fangs, and we savor the taste of blood welling forth into the kiss. When I pull away, both of our lips are splashed with bright red, and the heady flavor fills my taste buds making Bast and the Beast greedy for more.

“My God? It is time,” I whisper, my voice dark as the charge of the Egyptian deity electrifies our embrace. I reach out to touch the God settled in him and beckon him forth.

His voice is a roaring rumble when he replies, “As you wish, my Goddess.”

The gentleness he uses in lowering us to the ground is in direct contrast to the tension I can feel bunched in his muscles. My back hits the ground, and he prowls over me, his golden eyes roaming my skin as he nibbles the matching feather. The tickling sensation of the feather under his breath makes me writhe and I rake my claws down his back, digging them in hard. His snarl cuts through the pounding bass in my head and he sinks his fangs into the eye of the feather, right over my heart.

Licking the drops as they flow downward, he trails over my torso, nibbling and nipping at each rib. His hands slide up over my breasts and I grab one, sucking on his fingers. He rims my belly button with his tongue, causing the skin to jump and quiver. Teeth sink in below my navel and I scrape a fang over the pad of his finger, sucking on the tiny bubble that wells forth.

The dance is going to kill us; I’m certain of that.

“Baby,” he growls in warning, running his tongue along the juncture of my leg and pelvis. His hands wrench free to hold my hips. Hot breath raises goose pimples on my skin as I bury my fingers in his short locks to hold on. His voice rings in my head, whispering in my mind as he always does when we’re intimate.

All thoughts leave my mind as his mouth closes over me. His lips, fangs, and tongue move over the aching wetness with a ferocity that rips a primal scream from my lips. His fingers slide into me, curling for the spot that he knows by heart, and I fight for control. I want to come with him inside of me. His dark chuckle vibrates over my skin as the primal, the deities, and our personalities clash in a battle for dominance.

The beast roars at the hawk, and the demon snarls in return. A bolt of power runs over our bodies, making my skin hum with pleasure. The triad of power within me yields, and my body melts in compliance with the demands of the Universe.

Taurus grins up at me, the ghosts of his demon and Horus shining from his eyes as they claim victory. His head lowers and the torture begins once more, driving my climax to a peak I’ve never known. I claw at his shoulders, my body on fire and he lets out a vibrating snarl. Sinking his fangs into my pulsing femoral artery, he begins to drink. From stem to stern, I shudder and shake with the impact of the bite, power trickling out of my pores. It blankets the air with tension like an electrical storm. Sparks fly from our bodies as he crawls upwards, the demon and the God intent.

My inner monsters make a detente as we watch him. The words echo in my mind as they growl ~ Our turn.~

Catching his shoulders with my feet, I push hard, and he tumbles backwards with the force. That gives me a chance to spring forward and slither over his body. I bite and lick my way up his legs as we give him an evil grin. Watching the demon push to the forefront, I rake my claws down his torso, marking him with the blood and sting.

This is why he’s a perfect mate for my magic and my beast.

He lets out a snarl, and his hands clamp on my hips. Lifting and slamming me onto his cock hard enough to jar my teeth, he holds me in place with an iron grip. We both release ear-splitting howls, our backs arching as magick zings through us when we join. As if choreographed by the stars, we move as one.

The buildup has been immense and my body feels like it’s on the edge of explosion. Every touch sparkles through me like it’s going to be the one that sends me into oblivion. The fire in my veins is threatening to consume me. It’s almost too much and I wonder how much more we can take as it keeps climbing.

Suddenly, a door inside of me flings open and it’s all there. The Universe flows into me like a river to the sea and I know that my magick has been unlocked. The God and Goddess inside of us embrace our inner primal sides, their edges blurring in my consciousness as we all become one. The orgasm smashes into me like a tidal wave and I grip his cock inside of me like I’m trying to strangle him. His roar echoes off the trees and he yanks my head down.

I’m so full of him, the goddess, the beast, and magic that I have no idea how I’m going to survive.

Our eyes lock and it all bubbles out, the air crackling with the release of all the power rushing from us and through us. I hear the hawk again, followed by a screeching cat-like yowl that seems to come from our mouths unbidden.

Fangs glisten and we strike simultaneously, burying our sharpened incisors into each other’s neck. Tearing in roughly as electricity arcs between us, feeding makes our limbs shake and shiver with intensity. The energy zings back and forth across our connection at light speed. We drink hungrily, sucking in great gulps with hitching snarls, murmuring back and forth mentally as we feed.

The deities finally wrench free of the vessels of our bodies, leaving only traces of the magick they’d imbued us with. As our bodies slow to a stop, we’re still drinking. I’m so hungry for him, and I feel his own hunger thrumming through our connection. Our pulses are dragging, and our heartbeats echo in my head.

~Time to stop, baby. ~ His voice rings in my head and I realize my limbs feel like water.

~We always do this. ~ I chuckle inwardly, licking the wound over his jugular so it’ll heal.

He finally pries his lips from my neck, chuckling. ~Junkies. ~

I’m unable to move as we melt into each other. My tail flicks up along his side, stroking gently as he loves for me to do. Suddenly, it hits something solid and my senses go on alert. Despite my current inability to do anything, I prepare for danger.

~What the buggering hell is that? ~ he asks incredulously.

~No clue, baby. ~ Tail swishing, I crack an eye open a slit to look downward. When I catch the flash of gold, my eyes pop open. ~Holy fuck. ~

~What?!~ He snarls in frustration, his energy drained by the deepness of our feeding. We went down to the last drop as usual, so I feel him struggling against the lassitude.

~You’re going to kill me, ~ I whisper softly.

He sends the sensation of a menacing look, speaking in a clipped tone. ~What. Do. You. See? ~

Knowing he’ll slip into my head and use my eyes soon, I reply in a ridiculously small voice. ~Remember when you said you’d better not grow a tail, or I was in big trouble? ~

I feel that gob smacked expression that he gets occasionally. ~Not funny, Sandwich. Quit messing with my head. ~

~Do I sound like I’m kidding? ~ I reply seriously. Reaching over with my tail, I wrap it around the sleek length lying along his side. I stroke the exposed part and when it hits the bottle brush tip, I send him a grin. ~You’re a lion, baby—my Rex. Kind of appropriate, I think. ~

He snorts loudly as he slips into my mind to look through my eyes at the soft furry appendage. ~You’re right. I’m going to kill you when I can move. ~

Laughing softly, I tug on his new acquisition with mine. ~You’ll get used to it. I’m sure it slides in and out. ~

~Bloody hell, woman… the trouble you get me into. ~

~Stop your whining and settle down. I have to be rested enough to stand when everyone’s done. That’s not happening unless you let me rest. ~

He chuckles and sends a soothing sensation down my spine. ~Rest, baby. We’ll argue later. ~

I’m surprised to feel his tail slide up my back slowly. My purr kicks in and my eyes close as I cuddle against him. ~You know we will. ~

The tail moves again, and he rumbles in amusement. ~Bloody hell, the things you do to me. ~

Hopefully, by the time it’s time to close the circle I have enough energy back to stand. As of now, I’m wiped but good. Maybe I’ll have Taurus prop me up. That’ll underline the fact that he showed up tonight and piss off the others.

It’s probably time to admit that I also look for trouble; it doesn’t just find me.

That’s what makes us a perfect match.