Dark Angel Part 6 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 6

... power to kill devils and demons. Anything else was unnecessary. Ashriel tapped his fingers on the chair’s armrests, thinking. “Can I…can I just link to her?” He glanced up to see Seth’s lips twitch. “If you link to her, you’ll tap into us. We’re all closely linked. We don’t really hear each other’s thoughts, but we feel each other’s emotions.” Ashriel licked his lips. Dare he ask? Did he really want to know? “What does she…feel for me?” Seth remained silent. “She could be yours, Ash. There’s just so much baggage between the both of you.” Ashriel frowned. “Baggage?” Seth nodded. “Garethiel really did a number on her. She lost her child and her whole family.” Seth took a deep breath. “And you want to kill Lucien.” Ashriel felt anger stir. “Why is Lucien so important to her?” Seth’s impassive face showed no hint of emotion. “Luke is important to all of us.” “I don’t understand,” Ashriel asked, shaking his head. Seth closed his eyes briefly before opening them and revealing…sorrow? “I was the one who ran Lucien through with my sword. I killed him…or thought I did.” Seth eyes blazed brightly in the darkness of the helm. He turned away briefly and whipped at a cheek. Ashriel felt shocked, realizing that the weretigri wept quietly. “There wasn’t a day I didn’t regret what I did,” he finally said in a low voice. “Luke was like a big brother to me. I had to…do what I did. He’d killed Devon and was going to rape Angel. I was blinded by rage, running on instinct.” “Didn’t he try to use ...

... you as the virginal sacrifice?” “Yes, but the demons were forcing him to do it. Half the time, he wasn’t even coherent. He was like possessed or something. If he didn’t sacrifice me, they would have tortured and killed me anyway. He figured he was doing me a favor.” Seth rubbed his face with both hands as if trying to erase some horrid memory. “You have no idea what they do to him—what was done to him since he was just a little boy.” Ashriel took a deep breath, remembering Davariel’s memories, the horrors he suffered at the hands of the demons. “I have an idea,” Ashriel admitted. Devon walked up the ramp and sat across from Ashriel and Seth. His inky black hair virtually disappeared in the gloomy interior of the helm. Just his eyes glowed in his inhumanly white face. He was both beautiful and terrifying. He crossed his ankle over his knee and slouched down in the chair. Ashriel glared at him when he remained quite. Both men just stared at him. “Are you just going to sit there and look at me?” Ashriel growled glaring at both of them. “What are you going to do about Anniel?” Devon finally asked bluntly. Ashriel blinked at him a few times before frowning. “What am I supposed to do about her? She probably hates me now after what she just saw. Where is she by the way?” “On Alpha 7,” Devon answered. Ashriel felt gut punched. “W-what? B-but how?” “I opened a portal and let her go back.” Ashriel felt disappointment slice through him. “I see.” It was worse than he thought. She’d gone ...