Dark Angel Part 9 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 9

... stumbling a bit as she cleared the edge of the metal doorframe. Her eyes looked strange. The skin around her lashes was puffy and shiny, and her beautiful golden eyes looked milky. Horror filled Ashriel as he suddenly realized she was blind. Cyneolle straddled him, his fist going around Ashriel’s neck. “You worthless piece of shit,” he rasped, choking Ashriel. “You fucked her, left her pregnant, and then abandoned her.” Ashriel gripped his wrist, tried to speak, but he could barely get a breath into his lungs. He tried to thrash to knock the big borg off, but Cyneolle’s thighs only tightened around Ashriel’s body. Anniel came into Ashriel’s line of vision and his shock doubled when he saw her bulging belly. Spots danced before his eyes, but his gaze was riveted on her rounded stomach. He’d had sex with her the night before and she hadn’t been pregnant. What the hell was going on? Cyneolle sent his fist into Ashriel’s face and he knew no more. *** “Cyn? Ashriel?” All she heard was heavy breathing. She stumbled toward the panting. “Ashriel, baby? Ash?” A sob choked her. “Cyn, what did you do? Why isn’t he answering me?” She reached out to feel but strong hands gripped her wrists. “Do not touch that wretched Seraph.,” Cyneolle rasped holding her back. “Cyn, no,” she cried out feeling on the verge of hysterics. “What did you do to him?” “You said the father of your first born was a blond Seraph.” Anniel stopped struggling and frowned. “The Seraph that lies there on the floor has ...

... golden hair.” Garethiel? Why was Garethiel there? “What did you do to him?” “Not enough to suit me,” Cyn answered tersely. Low growling filled the chamber they were in and the scent of Seth filled Anniel’s nose. She felt Cyn tense and turn. Anniel gripped his arms. “Don’t hurt him. I know that weretigri.” She blinked in the direction of the deep growling. “Seth?” The growling stopped and she shivered at the feel of power swirling around her. “Annie. Step away from the cyborg.” Cyneolle snarled viciously and Anniel tightened her grip on his beefy arms. “Easy. Both of you. Seth, don’t try to fight him, and Cyn don’t you dare hurt that weretigri.” She stepped away from Cyn and tried to dash toward the rush of power emanating from Seth, but the rebel leader gripped her arm, his snarls more pronounced. “I don’t want you to go,” he growled tersely. Anniel turned her head and stroked his arm. The sound of Seth growling now filled the chamber along with Cyneolle’s. “I just want to hug Seth.” When Cyn’s hold tightened, she frowned. “I raised Seth from a cub. He’s like a son to me. Let me go to him, please.” Cyneolle’s hold loosened until he finally released her. She raced toward Seth. He met her half way. Her arms wrapped around him and she buried her face in his neck. He held her tightly. “Annie. I’m so glad we found you. Everything that could go wrong on this trip has gone wrong.” “Where’s Devon? I barely feel him?” “He’s blocking himself. I don’t know why.” That frightened Anniel, ...