1. Dark Angel Part 7


    Date: 4/27/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    she punched in ingredients and directives, a bronzed, heavily muscled arm wrapped around her waist. She gasped when her hair was gripped gently and her head turned. Ashriel covered her mouth with his, his tongue pushing into her mouth demanding a response. His hard erection rested against the seam of her ass and he did not hesitate to roll his hips against her. Anniel arched back against him, the area between her legs growing moist and hot for him. “I want to take you right here—right now,” he growled against her lips, his hands already stealing under her top to stroke her breasts possessively. Suddenly the image of Seth walking in on them made her panic. Seth was no virgin, but she’d raised him from a cub and it would just feel awkward to be caught being plowed by Ashriel in the dining room. She wiggled and tried to pry his huge hands from her boobs. “Not here. We can’t fuck here.” He would not release them though. “Why?” he asked. Her stomach grumbled, embarrassing her. Ashriel stepped away, turning her to face him. He was a sight. His lips were reddened from their kisses and soft, his grey eyes dark with passion. He lifted one hand, his finger stroking back a lock of her hair tenderly. “You’re hungry.” Her stomach growled again, and she pressed her hands over it, feeling her cheeks grow warm. Ashriel smiled. “Prinut is very nutritious.” Anniel frowned. “It’s gross.” The machine behind her dinged and the smell of food had her turning to retrieve the plates of food. Food. ...
    God—she was starving. Ashriel backed away, giving her space. Pancakes, bacon, an omelet with onions, peppers, ham, tomato and cheese, buttered biscuits, hash browns, and a pitcher of ice-cold orange juice filled the counter before her. “You’re going to eat all that?” Anniel looked over her shoulder at his shocked face. “Try to stop me.” Remembering to divide everything in half to share with Seth, She grabbed her platter and turned. “Let me help you,” Ashriel said taking the food from her. She almost snarled at him, but tamped it down. He turned and headed toward the lounge. Setting the platter down on the table before the couch, he took a seat next to her. Anniel barely noticed when Seth came down from the helm, the scent of food luring him. He peered in on her and Ash before walking toward the dining area. After she’d wolfed down almost half the food, she remembered Ashriel. She looked up into his face. He stared at her wide-eyed, making her feel embarrassed. She was stuffing her face like a pig. “Want some?” she offered around a mouthful of pancakes. His eyes lowered to the food. “I… shouldn’t,” he whispered. Anniel remembered what Seth had said about Ashriel’s tendency to fast. Her heart clenched wondering if he did it to punish himself. Shame filled her when she realized she hadn’t even offered him anything. Had he even eaten this morning? Without thinking twice, she offered him a bite of omelet. Ashriel’s grey eyes looked into hers a few seconds before he opened his lips. ...
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