Dark Angel Part 6 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 6

... continued, a few tiger’s stripes appearing on his arms. Devon nudged his way forward. Ashriel moved aside letting him through and a strange feeling of peace settled over him. “Enough, Sethaliel,” Devon said, his voice soft, soothing. Ashriel shook his head with a frown. He was using some sort of calming power on all of them—even Reiven relaxed and bowed his head. “Everyone go back to their cabins.” He turned and looked at Seth and Ashriel. “You two go back up to the helm. I’ll be up in a bit.” He turned to Reiven and Amadashiel. “You two I want to talk to in private.” *** Devon had opened a portal back into Alpha 7 when she’d come into their cabin, practically breaking the door down. “I need to get out of here now,” she’d shouted in his startled face. Devon hadn’t argued, just pulled out a full-length mirror he’d stowed beneath the lower bunk. He leaned it against the door and whispered an incantation. The surface of the mirror had rippled like water to reveal a gold-colored seating area. Anniel hadn’t asked anything. She just ran into Zak’s quarters and fell on the couch, dropping the plate with the sandwich on the seat next to her. The sight of Amadashiel’s mouth swallowing Ashriel’s cock was emblazoned in her mind. His head had been tipped back, his eyes closed, his stomach muscles clenching in pleasure. God, he’d looked so beautiful. Anyone would do for Ashriel, she realized sadly. She couldn’t risk her heart to him…she wouldn’t fall again. Still, it had kind-of hurt ...

... to see him being pleasured by another woman. She’d been his first, though. No one could take that from her. At least she knew he didn’t hate her for taking his virginity. A big warm hand on her shoulder made her jump. Anniel turned to see Zak sitting behind her. He wore a pair of black drawstring pants, but his feet and chest were bare. His waving golden hair spilled to his lap, and his sapphire eyes looked at her in concern. “It’s barely been three hours. What happened?” he asked. Anniel crawled into his lap, feeling like an idiot, but the feel of his huge bulky arms around her always soothed her. She laid her cheek on his shoulder and rested her hands over his ropey arms. The scent of citrus and forest that was unique to the golden weredragon wrapped around her, making her sigh. Zak rested his chin on her head and sighed out loud. She could feel him rifling through her recent memories, but it did not anger her in the least. “You need to get over your fear of being hurt again,” His deep voice rumbled, interrupting the hypnotic lull of his beating heart against her ear. Anniel frowned. “If I don’t let myself get involved I won’t get hurt.” She felt his annoyance and impatience with her. Regardless, his hand stroked her back gently. “You’re going to spend the rest of your life not allowing yourself to fall in love again?” Anniel bit her lip. “It’s easier that way. Besides, I have all of you.” She brushed a kiss to his shoulder, letting the love she felt for him—for all of ...