Dark Angel Part 13 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 13

... stare. The purple-haired reaper patted his pockets, his eyes scanning the floor in desperation. “Fffuck.” “What the hell is your problem?” Eriel muttered. Ashriel’s eyes narrowed as the reaper fell to his knees and looked around the floor carefully. The others began craning their necks around too. Natanael’s bright grey gaze lifted slowly to Ashriel with piercing intensity. Ashriel did his best to remain expressionless, knowing what Natanael searched for was carefully stowed away in Ashriel’s left boot. The little red crystal orb had fallen out of Nat’s pocket as they were all tussling before. Ashriel had every intention of viewing the holo-vid as soon as he had some privacy. “Tell me what you’re looking for and I’ll help you find it,” Ashriel said calmly. “Um,” Natanael replied raking fingers through his messy Mohawk. “Maybe I left it on the starcruiser.” Ashriel just raised one brow at him. “Maybe you should go check, Naty.” *** Outside, the media had become a circus. Ashriel knew they couldn’t remain for too much longer. It was getting too dangerous and he feared for Anniel’s safety and that of their unborn daughter. Garethiel had warned them he felt the presence of other Master Guardians lurking close, but so far, they hadn’t tried anything. Seth assured they were waiting to see if a portal was opened so they could pin point the position of Alpha 7 and attack. Natanael was also getting on his nerves. He hadn’t been able to view the vid-crystal because he never had a ...

... moment of privacy. The young reaper kept giving him suspicious glares. Good thing he’d decided to bind the crystal to his divine sword and send it away. There was no way Natanael could ever find or retrieve it. The silly reaper even barged into the hygiene room when Ashriel went in to use the facilities. Ashriel simply looked over his shoulder and continued to undo his pants. “What do you want?” he said kicking his boots off and letting his pants drop. Natanael’s eyes fixed on the pants Ashriel kicked back toward him. He shrugged and looked around, pretending to admire the décor. “Oh, nothing.” Ashriel had to bite his cheeks to keep from grinning. He turned and bent to pick up his discarded clothing. “Could you run that through the cleaning unit?” he asked pressing his pants into the reapers chest. Natanael frowned, his eyes sweeping down Ashriel’s naked body. He huffed and gripped the pants. “Sure.” When Anniel came into the room and began unabashedly disrobing, Ashriel shoved Natanael through the door with a snarled “out.” By the third night, Ashriel was going stir-crazy. He hadn’t been able to make love to Anniel for lack of privacy. “For the last time, Ash,” Seth sighed, ”If Dev opens a portal to summon us we need to go through quickly or risk being tracked by powerful Master Guardians.” “Ash?” Anniel called. He looked over his shoulder to where he’d left her sleeping only moments before. Anniel lay on a furry, white, round rug. The flames in the fireplace behind her made her ...