Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1

... sword. Slowly Lucien rose to his feet, surreptitiously rubbing his smarting ass. “So ask away. What the hell did you want to know?” “The war. Why? Why and how did you manage to—“ “Whoa,” Lucien scoffed, holding his hands up. “I didn’t start that war.” “The Utuduodian Hunters. Why did you ask them to trap us?” Devon asked now. Lucien looked at him from the corner of his eye before lowering his gaze. It had all been so simple. Trap them all, let the demons take over and do whatever the hell it was they had wanted and he got to keep… He looked back up at Anniel. Back then he’d been madly infatuated with her. Ashriel snarled, stepped between him and Anniel, black wings spreading in warning. “Answer him,” Ashriel snapped. “He doesn’t have to,” Devon said in a low voice. His brother circled around until he stood face to face with Lucien. “What was supposed to happen once the demons gave you Anniel?” Lucien took a deep breath. “I was going to wipe her memories. Make her love me. They promised me our own world. I was going to take the others with me. Wipe their minds too.” He hadn’t wanted to kill them. “And me?” Devon prodded. Lucien clenched his teeth and raised his gaze up slowly. “You,” he hissed, “were to be handed over to them.” Devon remained stony-face, the only evidence of his agitation his chest heaving up and down slowly. “Why?” he finally gritted out. His luminous blue eyes brightened with tears despite his obvious anger. Lucien snorted. “Why?” He laughed then, a ...

... humorous bark filled with hatred. Instead of telling his twin brother everything he’d gone through, he showed him. His hands shot out and gripped handfuls of Devon’s silky blue-black hair as he crashed their foreheads together and shoved every scream-filled second of horror he lived with Malvano Black. He wanted to hurt Devon, wanted him to feel it all, especially what Lucien felt when the devil, Samael told him of Devon’s love filled existence up on Alpha 7. Devon, instead gripped him, held him hard against his chest, and pushed his own images and sensations into him. They were swathed in brilliant light. Love. Lucien was loved. His soul remembered what that had felt like. The love had come from Devon, their mother, and later their father. Davariel sang to them, played with their limbs, kissed their toes. Mother had nursed them, but then the devils tried to take them away. Their parents were gone. They lived with the weredragons and the vampire Drakken in the city. They were being hunted and Drakken was arrested by Guardian soldiers. Devon and Lucien were taken to an orphanage by the weredragons. “Sometime during our first night there, the Seraphian Master Guardians were supposed to take us away, but they sent just one Master Guardian to avoid rousing suspicion. Aria told me there was an awful storm so he could only carry one of us at a time. When he went back for you, you’d already been stolen out of the crib. They didn’t leave you on purpose.” Lucien untangled himself from his ...