Dark Angel Part 7 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 7

... Ignoring Devon and Angel’s grunting and panting on the upper bunk, she just headed into the hygiene unit and leaned her head against the wall as the cleansing beams engulfed her. Behind her, Angel cried out and Devon growled, marking their conjoined climax. It wouldn’t be the first time Anniel saw or heard them in the throes of passion, so it didn’t faze her in the least. She had her own problems to worry about. She needed clothes, but her carry on was still out in the lounge, stuffed beneath the couch. Maybe she could send Dev out to get it. They were quiet now, so they’d probably finished having their morning sex. She felt his presence behind her and turned her head to stare into his face a foot away from hers. His eyes took her in from head to toe before settling with disturbing intensity on her face again. Behind him, she could see Angel still sprawled out on her back, trying to catch her breath. Anniel’s stomach growled, and she looked away from them as her lip beaded in sweat. She began to shake and placed her hand over her stomach. She saw what Devon was thinking clearly. Her belly swollen with child…Ashriel’s child. Anniel shook her head, trying to dispel the image. “It can’t happen that fast, Dev. It took me almost six months to get pregnant from Garethiel.” He didn’t say a word. Not wanting to look him in the eye, she pushed past him. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize her carry on. Concentrating, she willed it to her. It moved a little. Anniel huffed in ...

... frustration. Devon’s power flowed over her, reaching to her bag until it appeared right before her. She frowned down at the carry on. Seth had always pestered her to work on her powers since awakening from suspended animation, but she’d done absolutely nothing to strengthen herself. Jazriel began to fuss in his crib and she watched Devon, still stark naked, walk over to the crib. She turned her eyes away from the sight of his jet-black hair spilling down the middle of his back and tight ass to dig through her belongings. There was nothing but silence as she pulled on a black tank top, panties, and cargo pants. She felt their eyes on her, even the baby. Her face heated up remembering how loud she’d howled…and how many times. Ashriel and her sexual marathon must’ve had the entire starcruiser up all night. Oh, hell. Slipping her feet into her boots, she pressed the closing button to allow the straps to tighten around her ankles and legs. Taking a deep breath, she finally faced Devon and Angel. “Good morning,” she breathed out shakily. One of Devon’s brows shot up as he smirked. Angel just looked worried. Jazriel sucked his thumb looking at her blankly as he played with a lock of his daddy’s silky hair. Anniel pulled her shoulders back, stuck her chest out, and with her chin up, she stalked out of the cabin. The dining area was to her right. She grinned when she found it empty and began looking to see what she could prepare for herself and Seth. She always made Seth breakfast. As ...