Dark Angel Part 13 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 13

... look up at him. A curl of apprehension skittered through her when she saw him staring at his father through narrowed eyes. “Baby,” she sighed grasping his forearm. He tilted his head down to look at her. “I will stay.” Anniel gulped. “Why?” His eyes narrowed again as he leveled them on his father who was shaking the reapers hands in greeting. “I think it’s better for Rayne if she isn’t moved around so much. It’ll be less stressful for her.” Anniel nodded. She needed to confront Garethiel and tell him the truth…as well as her son Cyneolle. Though she realized that it wouldn’t be the best of ideas at the moment. They were, after all, on the run from the galactic law. He turned on his heel and stomped back up the ramp. Seth stood behind her, his eyes riveted on Amaranth Ashriel nudged her forward his lips whispering over her ear to say, “I don’t blame him.” “You think he suspects?” she asked looking up at his handsome face. Ashriel looked back up at his brother. “No, beautiful. He knows.” Anniel bit back her moan of displeasure. With Ashriel’s sinewy arm wrapped possessively around her, she didn’t dread approaching Garethiel. She no longer felt anything for him anyway. Ashriel gripped his brother’s hand, his face hard. Garethiel gave him a tight lipped grin before his gaze slid to Anniel…and heated up a few degrees. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just say hi and lead the way to the transport,” Ashriel muttered through clenched teeth drawing Garethiel’s annoyed glare. ...

... Letting out a huff he turned on his heel and strode toward one of the spaceport’s exits. Rhydiam Nine was bustling with activity even though the golden star that warmed it was slowly disappearing behind snow-capped mountains. They traveled in a roomy transporter that could probably fit ten people comfortably. Tall buildings flanked either side of the ten-lane road, their silver frames and shimmering turquoise-colored glass reflecting the rays of the setting sun. Anniel’s eyes widened when they floated over a long bridge that bowed over a purple river. Rings of lighted beams arched over the bridge giving everything a surreal feel. Ashriel squeezed her hand. She turned and gasped when he covered her mouth in a sweet kiss. They were sitting all the way in the back of the transporter, so she let him indulge in sweeping his tongue into her mouth to taste her languorously. “So,” Anniel heard Amaranth say haughtily, “how’s tricks, Kitty-cat?” “Tricks?” Seth answered. By now, Ashriel was sliding his mouth down Anniel’s neck making her shiver, but she couldn’t help and look over at Seth and Amaranth who were like nitro and glycerin together. “Yeah. Tricks. You’ve pretty much fucked the entire galaxy by now.” Seth’s eyes narrowed. “Not the entire galaxy, Ama. Are you offering, baby?” She snorted indignantly. “I wouldn’t touch a man-whore like you with a ten foot pole.” Amaranth’s angry words had Ashriel moving away. Anniel frowned when Seth leaned over and murmured something in her ear. ...