1. Dark Angel Part 11


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    him so she stroked up his chest and throat until her thumb caressed his full lower lip. His eyes were still narrowed. They slid down her body again to stop at where her belly was hidden beneath her over-coat. He took a deep breath, tightened his lips into an angry line and looked back into her eyes with his smoldering ones. Anniel had to bite her own lips to keep from giggling at his overbearing, grumpy, hot, sexy self. If it weren’t because her son were standing right next to her, she’d grab Ashriel’s head and kiss the hell out of him. “So,” the ape-like man said breaking the charged silence, “is this going to be like some sort of orgy?” Anniel felt her face heat up. Apeman looked at Cyn and snorted. “I guess you’ll just watch, eh Cyn? Your dick doesn’t work at all, does it?” Anniel’s mortification turned into indignation. How dare the ugly creep talk to her son that way. “I have no need to alter my biological chemistry,” Cyneolle replied before Anniel could tell the man to go to hell. There is no room in my life for a mate.” Apeman grimaced. “You don’t need to bond with a person to fuck.” He shrugged his big hairy shoulders, his beady red eyes crinkling at the corners as he showed pointy yellowed teeth in a wide grin. “More for the rest of us I guess.” Anniel bit her lip and looked at her son. He was over three hundred years old—by Seraphs standards, fully adult. She had to blink back the moisture in her eyes as she remembered him running and laughing in Alpha 7. To ...
    her it only seemed like a few years ago. She took in the expanse of his wide shoulders and thick bulging chest. His arms looked like they could crush anything and his legs were corded and thick with muscle. Cyneolle tipped his head to the side. Even though he still wore his goggles. She knew he was trying to tell her he knew she was staring. The others would notice too. Anniel looked away. There was no more time to worry about her son when the elevator stopped its descent and the doors opened. They stepped out into a bright white corridor. The only other doors where a pair of enormous golden ones a few paces down. Apeman’s communicator blipped and he touched his fat fingers to the device in his ear. Anniel narrowed her eyes and strained to listen in on the conversation. “Hatzi,” another male hissed, “What the hell is going on? There four quadrillion boolz in our account? Is that real, or are our accounts malfunctioning with the fucking war going on above?” “It’s real, boss.” There was silence over the line and then she heard keys on a pad being pressed. “I’m turning on the security feeds to see who’s with you.” Anniel tensed up as Apeman looked at each of them. “Is there something amiss?” Chameleon, disguised as Abdiel asked. “Cyneolle? Did he unload that amount of credits into the account or did the hot female?” Hatzi looked at Cyneolle and grinned. “It’s just my boss making sure you are being treated right.” “Shit,” the man on Hatzi’s com-unit hissed. “Bring me that ...
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