Redemption: Ch.6 - Sex Stories

Redemption: Ch.6

Lucien.Get up. Time to go— Seth growled in his mind . His eyes flew open. It was still dark since he had his lights set to activate only on command. Hot breath fanned his chest and his legs were tangled with… Oh, God. He teleported himself in a surge of power into the hygiene room. His legs almost gave out beneath him making him need to clutch the entrance to the hygiene unit to steady himself. Everything around him seemed to swirl and distort. He closed his eyes with a groan and muttered a curse under his breath. Running a rough hand through his tangled locks, Lucien staggered into the glass cylindrical unit. He slapped a hand against the console to activate the cleansing rays. Blue light engulfed him immediately, head to toe. His hair, now clean and tangle-free, slid forward as he stared at his feet. The scent of sex no longer surrounded him. He didn’t want to think about last night. His head pounded with the familiar headache he usually experienced after getting shit faced. He took a strand of his hair between two fingers and frowned. The ends were already curling softly. It was thick and heavy, the weight of it keeping everything but the last few inches almost straight. He hated it—made him look like a fucking Barbie doll from behind. He should cut it. Women loved his hair, though. The fuzzy memory of hands fisting in it as he ravished plump lips made him shake his head. He scrubbed his hands over his face, wiping the thoughts of the night before from his mind. Looking ...

... into the mirrored control panel, he stared at his stubbly face. His beard was as pale as the hair on his head, its color making it barely noticeable. Huffing out an exasperated breath, he hit the correct symbols on the panel to rid himself of his facial and body hair. He felt cleaner that way. Lucien decided to deal with his long hair later when he figured out what he wanted to do with it. Teleporting one of his uniforms on, he concentrated on the hangar and willed himself there as well. The hygiene room melted away until the familiar metal and rubber scent of the hangar surrounded him. It was a monstrosity of soaring ceilings webbed with metal, like being inside the belly of a mechanical beast. Beneath his booted feet, the soft rubbery texture of the flooring cushioned his steps as he walked forward within a lighted path. There were hundreds of transports lined up in concentric circles almost as far as the eye could see. The soft white overhead lighting reflected off each craft, winking like stars all around him. Alpha 7 had become home to thousands of fallen, homeless reapers. Every day there were more. He’d lost track of the many new faces and names. There were two rules though. No one entered without Devon’s permission, and no one revealed Alpha 7’s position, so that meant no bringing booty calls to the station. He walked past his old viper to where Seth, Devon, and Ashriel stood. Ignoring Devon’s welcoming smile and Seth’s usual blank stare, Lucien zoned in on Ashriel, ...