Dark Angel Ch. 05

He saw Anniel and took a quick step back away from her.

Anniel frowned. "What's wrong, Nat?"

He scrubbed the back of his neck, something he did often when he was nervous. "Just keeping my distance. I don't want Ash to beat my ass."

Anniel scowled now. "And why would he do that?"

Natanael shrugged. "He's got dibs on you."

Anniel's mouth dropped open. "He what?"

Natanael took another step back and Amadashiel walked out from the cabin next to Angel and Devon's.

"Come-on, Anniel. Anyone who has eyes in their face and brains in their head knows Ash has the hots for you."

Amadashiel crossed her arms under her ample breasts, irritating Anniel. Why did she have to be standing there butting her nose in this.

"Listen here, bubba," Anniel snarled poking a finger into Natanael's well-sculpted chest. "I'm not Ashriel's property. I belong to no one. Got it?"

Natanael nodded frantically and then rushed off to the other side of the ramp to disappear into one of the bunkers over there. The little metal door slammed behind him.

Amadashiel observed her. "There are four more reapers and two of your males boarding this cruiser. We're ten all together and there are only eight beds. Are you sharing a room with one of the other males?"

Anniel's jaw dropped. Share her room? She hadn't thought of that. She certainly didn't want to bunk in with Devon and Angel. That would be awkward. They fucked like bunnies.

"Seth," she blurted. "I'll be bunking in with Seth."

Seth was safe. He was practically her baby boy.

Eriel strolled up the ramp and nodded at them before going into the same room Natanael had disappeared into. Abdiel and another dark-haired reaper came in next conversing between themselves. They greeted Anniel and Amadashiel and took the last unoccupied cabin left.

Amadashiel smiled broadly. "That means Ashriel will have no choice but to sleep here with me." Her smile faded. "You don't mind, do you? I won't interfere if you wish to mate him first, though, truth be told, he has enough stamina as a newly fallen reaper to handle us both."

Anniel shook her head. "He's all yours. I have no designs on no one."

Anniel walked to the back of the sleeping level. There was a small lounge there. There was an L shaped couch, a rectangular metal table and a small screen probably for entertainment.

She shoved her carry on next to the couch with a frown. Ashriel was going to sleep with another woman.

Well, not actually sleep with her. They were going to share a room.

Anniel closed her eyes as she sank onto the dark grey couch. This was a mistake. She was going to be miserable the whole trip.

Angel peeked out from her cabin, looking all around until she spotted Anniel.

She emerged from her cabin and took the five steps necessary to reach the tiny lounge.

"Can I see the weapons now?"

Anniel grinned. The girl had a one track mind when her hunky man wasn't around.

"Weapons. I'm pretty sure the black containers outside have some of the stuff, Seth acquired for this trip. Let's go check it out."

They descended the ramps located in the very center of the starcruiser, back down to the outer hangar.

A few paces from the transport, were five large metal containers.

Anniel and Angel approached the black boxes to investigate.

Devon and Seth appeared near them. Devon had a sleeping Jazriel strapped to his chest.

"I'll teleport the rest of our stuff onboard, baby. You take this little man and tuck him in our sleeping cabin."

Angel helped un-strap the baby, and carefully took him into her arms.

Seth waved a hand over the boxes and began walking toward the starcruiser. The boxes followed him, rolling on small wheels.

Anniel crossed her arms over her chest. Now she had nothing more to do.

A strange sound had her turning back. Her eyes widened at the sight of Ashriel approaching, riding Remi's aircycle. Her jaw dropped when she got a really good look at him.

He was dark sensual temptation incarnate. All dressed in black, from the black trench coat covering his wings, to the washed out jeans hugging his mouth-watering thighs. Heavy boots that had buckles running up their entire length encased his calves and feet.

He stopped a few feet from her, his luminous grey eyes staring right at her until he turned the aircycle off and looked down to kick out the stand. His dark hair slid over one shoulder. He'd cut it.

Anniel stood rooted to the spot, until he frowned.

"Is there something wrong?"

She swallowed and approached him. His eyes widened a bit when she reached up and grasped a handful of his tresses. It was still long, just about an inch past his bulky shoulders. The overhead lights brought out the subtle gold and auburn highlights in his hair.

The pupils of his eyes widened as he licked his lips and dropped his gaze to her mouth.

Anniel let her fingers slide to his neck. The temptation to press against him and kiss him was more than she could stand. He helped by putting his hand to her waist and drawing her forward.

"Annie," he whispered when her breasts touched his chest.

She rested her hand on his thigh and turned her head to lean closer. He reached up and pulled her cap off. It fell somewhere behind her. The warmth of his breath teased her lips.

Her heart beat so hard, she was sure he could hear it, but she didn't care. Her body was aflame for him, her breasts felt achy and she rubbed her thighs together to relieve the throbbing that suddenly arose there.

The silk of his hair engulfed her hand when she stroked the back of his skull. Ashriel turned his head also, aligning their hungry mouths for a kiss.

Her lips barely brushed the petal softness of his, as his hand pressed her tighter. Moisture flooded her mouth in anticipation of the sweet taste of Ashriel's mouth. The memory of it made her sigh, open her lips to his.

"Ashriel," Amadashiel called out, her boots clacking upon the hangar floor.

Both, Anniel and Ashriel startled apart, though Ashriel kept his hold on Anniel's waist.

Still, Anniel stepped away from him, pushing his hand away. Her whole body was shaking and she had to fight the urge to turn and snarl at the girl.

He stared deep into her eyes, his own smoldering with frustrated desire, before he glared at the approaching reaper.

Amadashiel stepped up to him, opposite Anniel. The girl reaper grinned and ran her fingers through his locks. "Now this is the Ashriel I remember." She frowned at his coat before smiling as her hand slipped inside to stroke his bare chest.

Anniel's feral snarl startled all of them, including herself. "Uh, sorry," she blurted clearing her throat and feeling grateful her skin was too dark for them to see the hot flush heating her cheeks. "I just remembered I forgot something important in my quarters."

Ashriel watched her vanish, and grit his teeth as the reaper returned to caressing him. He was hard with frustrated desire for Anniel and had to shake himself out of the stupor he'd been left in when she just disappeared. Amadashiel's hand slid down to press against his erection, making him stand abruptly and dismount the aircycle.

He frowned at her from the other side of the Blade.

"I can take care of that for you, Ashriel," she sighed, licking her pouty lips. "I'd love to just slide my mouth on it, and suck your seed right out of your balls."

Ashriel's mouth dropped open at her lewd suggestion.

She giggled, and then placed her hands on the seat of the aircycle, making her ample breasts swell to the point where they seemed ready to pop out of the X-straps barely covering her nipples. Amadashiel's light brown hair cascaded over her shoulders as she opened her black wings and tilted her ass up in invitation. "Fuck me, Ashriel. I've always dreamed of you fucking me. You're so beautiful. I want you. Here. Now."

He took a step back, and she pouted. "Amadashiel, how could you say such things? If you have no respect for me then at least have some for yourself, child."

The reaper frowned. "I'm not a child, Ashriel." Her wings fanned, lifting her over the aircycle to land right in front of him. To his shock, she gripped his hands and placed them over her breasts. "A little girl doesn't have these."

He tried to jerk his hands away, but she held his wrists hard, and to make matters worse, her eyes filled with tears. "Why don't you want me? I renounced my rank as a reaper because I was in love with you. I needed to get away. I couldn't stand seeing you day after day and know I could never have you, so I renounced."

Shock left him breathless as he gaped at her. "What are you saying?"

Amadashiel released his wrists and wrapped her arms around his neck to press against him. "I served one hundred siglons on Hygantha Four to get away from you. I sold myself into prostitution for another siglon, and just when I thought I had finally gotten over you, you fall from grace. If I'd have known you were weak of flesh, I would've sinned with you—"

Ashriel shoved her away, the horror of being deplumed still fresh in his memory." You don't know what you're saying. Please—"

She gripped him again, her fingers trapping him by his belt to pull his groin against hers. "I don't know any fallen reaper who hasn't dreamed of having you. I had the privilege of seeing you battle against the legion of evil unleashed by the angel of destruction. You were so glorious."

Ashriel frowned and tried to pry her fingers from his belt. "I only did what we are born to do. Kill Devils and Demons. Amadashiel, I am sorry you felt the need to renounce. I never knew you harbored such feelings toward me, but it's just lust."

She grinned again, "Yes. And now I can act upon it. Let's fuck, Ashriel. Right here."

He blinked at her in surprise, his eyes darting up to see a few of the others stowing their cargo into the lower hold. "In plain view of the others?"

"They've seen fucking before. Besides, it excites me more to know I'm being observed."

Ashriel swallowed hard and shook his head. He was at a loss as to what to say.

"Feeling shy?" She laughed, her naughty hand caressing him between his legs again. "God-that excites me even more. I keep forgetting you've only fucked once. You're still practically a virgin for all effects."

If he knew how to teleport, he would have done so by now, but his wings were effectively trapped beneath the heavy trench coat Seth had acquired for him and the girl had her hands all over him. At the moment, she was trying to release his now flaccid cock from his pants.

Ashriel couldn't help but feel accosted. He wanted no one but Anniel's hands on his body, but she'd abandoned him to the unwanted advances of this female.

The sight of a gleaming blade sliding up against Amadashiel's throat had him ceasing all movement.

Angel, Devon's mate wedged her way between him and the female reaper.

"I think the gentleman does not appreciate your attentions, female. Let him go."

Amadashiel's eyes went black. "How dare you. Get away from us and mind your own business."

Angel's tiny hand pressed against his belly, moving him back as she came completely between their bodies. Her white-blonde hair tickled his chest and abs when he circled his arm about her waist and pulled her tight against him. "Angel, put your sword away. You cannot fight a reaper."

He felt her stiffen before she glared up at him over her shoulder. "You've never seen me fight, foolish male. This is between me and this female, so do not interrupt."

Her haughty attitude toward him made his brows shoot up his forehead. He might have been amused except for the fact that Amadashiel was slowly reaching for her own sword.

"Enough," he snapped twirling Angel away before both women began trying to hack away at each other. "If both of you don't cease and desist this show of aggression, you will be banned from this mission."

"She started it by interrupting our foreplay." Amadashiel protested, stabbing a finger in Angel's direction.

"Foreplay to rape," Angel snorted in disgust. "The reaper doesn't want you, mongura-brain."

Amadashiel hissed in rage. Ashriel saw instantly when her muscles tensed to lunge. "Don't," he snapped. "Twitch one more muscle and you stay."

The girl froze, but her scowl deepened.

He released Angel, saw her take one step away before she spun.

Ashriel found himself on his ass, staring up in stunned disbelief into the tiny nymph-like girl's scowling face. Her enormous blue eyes narrowed. "Don't ever tell me I cannot fight a reaper. You're lucky I like you otherwise I'd have handed you your balls."

She kissed his forehead and turned, sashaying her glossy vinyl covered rump to the starcruiser. Devon stood at the edge of the ramp, his eyes full of lust and amusement.

Seth stood blocking his view suddenly. "I need you at the helm. We'll plot the coordinates on this bucket of bolts together." His eyes rose to Amadashiel and frosted over. "You help the others finish stowing away the cargo."

Amadashiel stomped away as Seth offered him a hand.

Ashriel stood and dusted himself off self-consciously. He couldn't believe that tiny girl had set him on his ass in the blink of an eye. She was amazing. "Never under estimate an opponent," he murmured under his breath.

Seth nodded. "She's like nothing you've ever seen, so don't piss her off."

Ashriel took a deep breath. "I'll remember that."

Anniel listened to Angel wide-eyed.

"She had him by his belt with one hand and with the other she was trying to open his pants. The poor Seraph struggled to get her to stop, but she persisted. I couldn't stand it anymore so I intervened."

"Wow, Angel."

"He didn't allow me to kick her ass though-foolish male. He told me I cannot fight reapers. Is that not ridiculous?"

Anniel bit her lips so Angel wouldn't get mad seeing her laugh. "Oh, honey. Yes. That is quite ridiculous. Just because they're twice your height and weight and have deadly wings and divine swords is no reason to think you can't beat them."

"Of course. The bigger they are the faster they go down. Simple physics."

Anniel smirked at her. "It also helps when the opponent is as cute as you are. You look as sweet and innocent as baby kitten."

Angel smirked right back at her. "Devon says I'm sexy."

Anniel rolled her eyes and laughed. "He would. He's your man."

Jazriel began to fuss in his portable crib. Angel rose from the lower bunk where she sat across from Anniel. Pulling down one of the straps to her top, she exposed a pert breast. Already a tiny drop of milk dangled from her nipple. Gathering the baby into her arms, she allowed him to suckle at her breast.

A lump formed in Anniel's throat at the memory of nursing her own child.

Devon strode into the tiny room. "Ah, just in time for dinner I see."

Angel snorted when he bent over to kiss her lips. "Go find your own food. Your son will not let us sleep if you take any of his."

Devon chuckled. "No sharing with papa?"

Jazriel responded by palming Angle's free breast and glaring at his father.

Devon snorted. "I hope your future son is as greedy as you, Jaz. Then you'll see."

Jazriel stopped sucking and offered his palm to his father. Devon leaned over and kissed the baby's hand tenderly, reassuring him that he was not angry. "I love you, son."

Jazriel resumed nursing with a contented sigh. Devon rose enough to look at Angel's mouth hungrily.

Anniel stood, feeling like an intruder in their midst. "I think I'll get myself something to munch on, and find Seth."

Devon turned to wink at her. "He's up at the helm."

Anniel left the small cabin and shut the door behind her. The lighting in the starcruiser was soft, making the exposed metal surfaces glow with a pearly sheen. Across the ramps before her were two more cabins. To her right was the dining galley and to her left was the tiny lounge where she would probably spend sleeping cycle in.

Ashriel would be with that slutty reaper. Would he finally succumb to her charms? The girl was really pretty, sleeker with a small waistline, unlike Anniel who tended to be a thicker girl.

Anniel took a deep breath and stopped growling. She really needed to get a grip on her animalistic side. Her wolf was acting possessive of Ashriel and that just could not be tolerated. She already was pissed off at herself for trying to kiss him earlier. Of all the stupid things she could do that was at the top of her list.

All was quiet. Below, she could see the storage level through the mesh-like ramps that descended into the gloomy darkness. The upper level looked dark too.

Again, she cast her gaze to the cabin next to Angel and Devon's. Could he be in there with her now?

Cursing tightly under her breath, she almost ran up the smaller ramp leading up to the helm above.

It was a tiny bubble-like room with a view screen encircling its entirety. Nothing but the billions of stars in the absolute black of space and the glowing control panel lit the breathtaking sight before her.

Ashriel sat sprawled in the pilot's chair. He'd taken his coat off and his wings draped across the cockpit floor in a languid display of jet feathers. One of his bulky arms rested on the chair's armrest, the other was bent, his fingers stroking his chin. His feet were resting on the edge of the control panel making his abdominal muscles bunch up and pectorals more prominent. Anniel's mouth watered, taking in the tousled dark hair spread over his shoulders, and brooding look on his heartbreaking face.

He turned with a start, noticing her at last. His eyes widened a bit, and then he stiffened and drew himself upright in the pilot's seat.

Anniel flinched when he began to scowl.

Her eyes went to the screen looking for something to say. "I thought we'd be going faster than this? When will we reach the Edenian solar system?"

He leaned back and turned his head to the screen also, giving her the perfect opportunity to admire his strong profile. "We decided to head to the Rhylos sector first. We need to approach the Edenian solar system carefully so as not to raise suspicion."

"Okay. I guess that's a smart thing to do." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the railing of the ramp.

Ashriel crossed his ankle over his knee and slouched down a bit as he tapped a few screens on the control panel.

She watched the play of muscles that little action caused and felt her insides quiver.

Fuck. Her heat cycle was really coming up. In a few more weeks, she'd be baying at the stars in agony. If things started to heat up a bit too much, she'd have to bail on this mission. No way was she going to go into full heat on a starcruiser full of horny reapers.

"There seems to be a rebellion taking place there. The government has asked Devon numerous times to help them capture and destroy a creature they claim is half Seraph, half cyborg, who's causing dissention amongst the civilians."

Anniel wrinkled her nose. "Devon doesn't like to stick his nose in those types of problems."

"Neither do I, but It'll be a good excuse to approach the Edenian government for help in the situation. We are to pretend to be emissaries of the Rhylos Kingdom. Everyone knows how the king loves to dally with...prostitutes. They practically run his kingdom. That is why the people are in revolt."

Anniel felt his shame wash over him. Why did he feel so mortified.

Before she could stop herself, she approached him. "Ashriel, you pretty much just awakened a few day cycles ago. Devon can help you so that you don't need to live the way other reapers have."

He turned with a scowl on his face. "I do not want hand outs."

She stopped breathing. He looked so enraged, it left her speechless.

He seemed to pull all that anger back into himself and closed his eyes. With a sigh, he lowered his head, the small movement causing his shorter hair to slip forward and hide half his face. His wings relaxed to spread slowly across the floor.