Dark Angel Part 13 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 13

... without humor. “Ah-yes, saint Garethiel. The conniving bastard that seduced Anniel when she was still young and pure, only to use her and leave her pregnant.” Anniel felt faint. “Oh-god.” “What?” Garethiel gasped, wide-eyed. “You fucked her like it was all a game to you. Her reluctance at letting you bed her whetting your appetite for sport.” “Ashriel, please,” Anniel pleaded in a low tone, feeling her face flame. “Reluctance? Really?” Garethiel scoffed, brows raised. Ashriel tensed as if to lunge and she had to grip his arm. “No. Don’t, please.” “Anniel,” Garethiel began. “Don’t talk to her,” Ashriel snarled his muscles bunching up and wings opening. “Ashriel,” Anniel pleaded hanging onto his arm even as his fists clenched. His mother conveniently sidled back to her husband staring in horror at her sons who looked about ready to kill each other. “I have a right to know what the hell is going on,” Garethiel bellowed. “Right? You feel you have rights? You fucked her and then walked out on her. Never turned back. Never cared. Weren’t even man enough to say good bye. Just moved on to the next victim.” “Well, what the hell,” Garethiel sputtered, his face red. “I was just a chickling back then. She should have said something if she thought she was pregnant.” “You didn’t deserve to know,” Ashriel spat. “You don’t deserve something as beautiful as her.” Garethiel’s eyes darted from his brother to Anniel and back again. “I always knew you had a fucking hard-on for her ever since I ...

... showed her to you on the vid crystal. You practically drooled, but you couldn’t have her. You were forbidden…but I wasn’t.” “Are you saying…you…you bedded her because…” Ashriel looked astounded, but then his face darkened in fury. “You bedded her to hurt me.” Garethiel sneered. “I was sick of hearing how great you were, how you’d been promoted to high priesthood, had decimated more than half of the devils and demons set free by the angel of destruction. Sick of hearing how chaste and holy my pure-blooded twin was. If only they knew how pathetic you really were. You wouldn’t even touch yourself for relief, instead you’d spill asleep, wet your sacred white sheets and punish yourself the day after in shame like a fool. You thought you were better than me, but look at you now. Nothing but a male prostitute…” his cold glare darted to Anniel as he finished his rant, “eating my leftovers.” Ashriel disappeared from her side. One minute he was there, tense and furious, next minute he and his twin brother were a ball of black and white wings, punches and kicks. They fought as if intent on killing one another. Both Anniel and Antaria screamed. The reapers, including Amaranth and even Seth dived in to separate them. Anniel couldn’t see with so many wings in the way. It looked like a total cluster fuck, the sound of flesh being pounded plainly audible. Seth’s growling became accentuated and she hoped he could control his shifting or they’d all be in trouble when a twenty-foot long angry ...