Dark Angel Part 12 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 12

Anniel’s wolf sense warned her of danger. The light link she had to Seth tightened and bloomed more powerful. What’s going on? I can feel your apprehension. Anniel looked around the claustrophobic elevator at the big Hazdraec and two Gorgundts. They’re taking us to their boss. I don’t like this, but they still have Eriel— she replied telepathically . I’m coming over— Seth stated. But what about Rayne? You’re going to leave her just with Abdy? Is he strong enough to guard the starcruiser and the girl by himself?— Anniel asked nibbling her lip. She felt his hesitation. It’s s a nightmare out here, Annie. People are killing each other off left and right. I have the building the starcruiser is perched on sealed off, and, just in case, I also have it cloaked in invisibility. If I were more powerful, like Dev, I could pop in over there and keep the starcruiser safe too. We’ll be fine, Seth. My son is a good fighter, and you know Ashriel is legendary. I’ll stay in contact, Anniel. Keep yourself safe. Please. Anniel sighed, looking up at Ashriel. He and Natanael were having a staring contest. Ashriel’s nostrils were flared and his brows drawn. His left wing slid out and brushed against her back. She felt the distinct nudge as he pushed her closer to Natanael. Nat’s eyes lowered to her. Always animated and laughing, Anniel felt a bit of tension coil within her at his intense look. Reaching out, he gripped her around her waist and pulled her against him, his eyes rising once more to ...

... Ashriel with a nod. Placing her palms on Natanael’s chest, she looked up at Ashriel with a questioning frown, but he’d already turned, giving her his back. The elevator door swished open and the scent of wolf assailed her nose. Before she could stop herself, a snarl erupted from her lips. *** There were about twenty males crowding the chamber where’d they’d left Eriel. Ashriel looked at every face before him, every snarling, fanged, flesh twitching, werewolf visage and drew himself up taller. Anniel was growling behind him, trying to shove past his wings, but he had her trapped between them, trying to keep her safe. Groggo cackled, standing off to one side of the wolf pack. “Cyneolle, you dirty boy. Where the hell did you get so many credits?” “I am very good at manipulating technology. I tapped into our deceased monarch’s coffers.” Everyone stared at Cyn in stunned silence. The one Ashriel supposed was alpha to the pack, stepped forward with a snarl. “You tapped into the king’s treasure and didn’t tell me anything?” Cyneolle tilted his head to the side. “You never asked.” The alpha growled louder. “You insolent shit. I want that chip—now.” Cyneolle grinned, dug into the pocket of his black cargo pants, and tossed the transparent credit chip to the alpha. “There. You have what you want, now give us the other reaper and let us be on our way.” “Hey,” Groggo protested. “By all rights, that chip should be—“ The alpha turned luminous blue eyes to the grimy alien, his face already ...