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Dark Angel Part 5

... with a scowl on his face. “I do not want hand outs.” She stopped breathing. He looked so enraged, it left her speechless. In the blink of an eye though, he seemed to pull all that anger back into himself and closed his eyes. With a sigh, he lowered his head, the small movement causing his shorter hair to slip forward and hide half his face. His wings relaxed to spread slowly across the floor. Her hands itched to stroke the glossy black angel wings. Anniel stuck them under her armpits and clamped her biceps down hard to avoid falling into temptation. Clearing her throat so that her voice didn’t come out husky from the aching desire she felt for him, she said. “Don’t be stubborn, Ashriel. We’ve been doing little jobs here and there that don’t involve getting involved in planetary revolutions and we’ve all banked enough money to last us five life times.” Ashriel suddenly shot to his feet. “And that justifies me accepting your charity?” He stalked closer until he had her cornered against the railing. He put his hands to either side of her, trapping her in place. Anniel stared up at him. She was a tall girl, but Ashriel, being an even seven feet tall, effectively towered over her. The sight of his wings spreading out behind him had her growling, but not as a threat. His show of dominance brought forth her wolf’s need to challenge that dominance. “You’re little show of temper does not frighten me, Beautiful,” he rasped, making her want to pant and turn her ass to him in ...

... submission. She bit her lip instead tamping down the urge to whine. He leaned in and gripped the back of her neck. Her knees gave way as he held her to his body. The feel of a stiff cock was not hard to miss. Again, she snarled at him, wanting deep inside for him to take her, bite the back of her neck, and mount her roughly. The black wings arched over their heads, making him look dangerous, like a dark angel. His mouth finally took hers. Anniel clung to him, eating away at his lush mouth hungrily. Their tongues danced and stroked fervently, reacquainting themselves with their heat and taste. Ashriel’s other hand circled her waist as he groaned. Anniel, unable to resist, wrapped one leg around his waist wanting to feel his need for her. His hard cock pushed against the seam of her sex, spreading her folds open within the confines of her cargo pants. The thick inner seam of her pants rubbed against her swollen nub making her whimper and arch more into him. “God-help-me, Anniel. I want you again,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck. Am I interrupting something?” a masculine voice chuckled. “Can I join in?” Anniel shoved Ashriel away to growl at Abdiel. The blond reaper’s eyes widened as he backed away, and raised his hands. “Maybe not, I guess. Please don’t kill me… either of you. I’m still a virgin. I really don’t want to die a virgin.” “You are an ass,” Ashriel snarled. Anniel shook herself out of the frustrated haze of lust and stomped past Abdiel. He gave her a wide berth despite the ramp to the ...