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Dark Angel Part 9

... but before she could say anything else, Seth moved forward. Cyneolle’s growls intensified. Seth bent and Anniel followed him down, reaching out and feeling another body on the ground. Cyneolle had said it was a blond Seraph, but her nose told her it was Ashriel. The scent of his blood also had her heart racing. “Seth, tell me this isn’t Garethiel.” “Of course it isn’t. Why would you think that?” Groaning came from below and she felt Seth moving beside her. “Stay down, Ash,” Seth said. “He’s hurt? I smell blood. Oh, Ash.” Anniel touched his body in desperation. “Easy,” Seth said sliding his hand against her back in a soothing gesture. “Let’s just say he’s little holier than usual. Ash, damn, you look like Swiss cheese, man.” He groaned in response and Anniel finally collapsed over him in relief, mindful of her belly. She pressed kisses all over his face. “Baby,” she whispered. “Ashriel, baby. Are you all right?” Her fingers fisted his hair, her lips reacquainted themselves with his face and neck. Unable to help herself, she nipped him and he jerked beneath her. “Anniel?” “Yes, baby. It’s me. Oh-baby, you’re hurt. What happened?” She tried to run her hands over his chest, but his fingers wrapped around her wrists and kept her hands away. “You’re bleeding allot,” Seth said next to her. “What the hell did you run into?” “The fucking borg has an armor of spikes. They stab out when the sensors pick up body heat in close proximity. Pretty awesome protection,” he coughed. Anniel ...

... wrenched her hands away and felt his chest and abs. The scent of blood grew stronger when her hand encountered sticky fluid. “Ashriel,” she cried out in alarm. “I’ll be fine,” his hand caressed her cheek. “What happened to your eyes?” She touched his hand and snuggled into his caress. “I got splashed with King Dred’s blood when Cyneolle saved me.” *** Cyneolle. Ashriel still felt darkness tugging at his mind but he shook it off. Slowly rising up, he turned to look at the cyborg standing with clenched fists behind him. His face was now devoid of emotion. It reminded him of Seth’s expression when he was trying to hide how he really felt. Ashriel turned back to Anniel and smoothed his hand over her belly. Confusion and jealousy assailed him. Had she already been pregnant when he’d lain with her? He’d looked at every inch of her body the night before and her belly had been flat, only the soft ridges of her muscles rippling beneath her satiny brown skin. She wore a silver, cropped top, with low riding black pants that left her belly exposed and there was no mistaking the round bulge. “Anniel, what is this?” Her hands smoothed over his and she smiled a bit before she bit the corner of her lip in worry. “Ash…I’m pregnant.” “I see that, Anniel,” he whispered wanting to scream in rage. “When? How? Who?” he finally snarled through clenched teeth. She winced and drew away from him, her expression hurt. “Who? What the hell do you mean who?” “I fucked you months ago, and I fucked you last ...