Dark Angel Ch. 06

She let out a squeak of surprise when he lifted her and tossed her on the couch. Anniel found herself caged beneath him and let out a snarl of warning.

Ashriel growled back surprising her. "Don't tell me you don't care. It's not true. You lie, Anniel."

She opened her mouth to tell him off, but he shut her up by crushing his mouth to hers.

Her hands fisted his dark hair. The kiss was brutal, angry, hungry. Inside, her wolf howled in lust, making her growl into his mouth. She tasted blood, felt him wince and let him go. He didn't go far. His hot breath fanned her lips.

"Anniel," he whispered.

She swallowed, and caressed his cheek. His mouth claimed hers again, but this time his lips teased hers soft as butterfly's wings. A sweet ache twisted her heart and her belly quivered. She could feel herself go heavy and liquid between her legs. Anniel arched into him.

"Sleep with me, Anniel," he whispered.

Her eyes widened. Did he mean sleep as in curl up together and sleep, or as in...have sex?

He straightened and pulled her up. "Come with me."

Sliding his fingers through hers, he led her toward the ramp.

His wings were pulled back as if in prayer and his bare feet padded on the metallic mesh ramp down into the dark storage area.

Anniel did her best to keep her eyes anywhere other than on his low-slung, black, drawstring pants. His bronzed torso was sinfully exquisite, so it was damn near impossible. He was definitely brawnier than Zak. The position of his wings made the sweet double dimples over the swell of his ass all the more noticeable. She bit her lips, wishing she could bite one of his cheeks instead. Good thing he held her hand because she really just wanted to grab...

He swung around and crowded her. "You're so quiet. What are you thinking? Please tell me, Anniel," he begged.

Her jaw dropped. Oookaaay. With a shrug, she replied. "I want to grab your fabulous ass."

Ashriel gaped at her. Just as she felt heat begin to rise into her cheeks at her blunt—but truthful—answer, he threw his head back and began to laugh.

It was deep, rich and beautiful. Anniel hadn't heard such a lovely sound since her baby had first giggled. Her eyes watered and she felt something within her heart melt a bit.

Oh-no.

He took her hand again and finished leading her down into the storage area.

It was dark, but since she was part wolf, she was able to make out the rows of shelves and caged compartments. Behind the ramp was an illuminated area.

Ashriel smiled down at her. It was a sight to behold, seeing him smile. She looked away, unable to bear it. She had a lump in her throat and the urge to turn and just throw her arms around him was making her realize she was getting angel-struck—big time.

Not-again-not-again-not-again—she kept chanting in her head.

"I fixed myself a place to rest back here. I hope you like it," he was saying, his voice so velvety deep—it gave her chills.

He led her to a softly lit corner between two tall racks of equipment. The bedding was bowl-shaped, and had to measure over fifteen feet wide.

"That's huge," she said looking at him wide eyed.

"A Seraph needs huge, Anniel," he replied slowly spreading his wings open.

She gulped, staring at the midnight feathers. Each filament shimmered blue-black in the glow of the fire stones piled to one side of the bed. He extended one to her and she reached for it, unable to resist.

The texture was silky soft, but the center vein of each feather was hard as steel. They were more than warm. They were hot to the touch. Ashriel shivered and closed his eyes. His breathing increased, and his flesh pimpled with goose bumps.

Her eyes automatically dropped down to his crotch, but it was too dark to see if he was becoming aroused.

He moved, circling around her and dropped down into the bowl-shaped bedding on the floor. His wings spread beneath him and he lifted his arms.

"Join me."

Anniel stared. His wings took up every inch of the bed. He smiled and patted the underside of one of his wings.

"Lie here."

"Th-that won't hurt? I mean—"

"It won't hurt me, Anniel. Come."

Her eyes swept over the sight before her. His knee was up, probably covering an erection, but the flimsy pants were low enough to show the sexy V of his groin. Ashriel's muscled gut framed a delicate navel, and his bulging pectorals were the perfect pillows for his beaded light brown nipples. His arms bulged from him supporting his upper body on his elbows and his hair was a sable fall of silk over one shoulder. Ashriel was a reaper, a death angel. She knew this, but his eyes...his glowing grey eyes were very much like wolf eyes, pale with silver and black flecks, highlighted even more by the black ring circling the whole iris.

As if all that masculine beauty weren't enough, it was all framed by a pair of jet-black wings—fifteen feet from tip to tip. A dark angel of temptation.

"Anniel," he whispered, making her realize she was just standing there, staring like an angel-struck idiot.

Toeing off her slippers, she stepped over the lip of the round mattress. Her second step had him rising a bit to take her hand. He pulled her down.

"Are you sure?" she asked, panicked, even as her knees sank into luxurious black feathers.

His only answer was to pull her next to him until her body rested flush to his, with his arms tight around her. Anniel stared up wide-eyed into his face. Beneath her body, she felt the heat and pulse of his blood. His whole wing pulsed like a heart.

"Oh-god," she whispered. She was lying in the arms of an angel.

Ashriel's hair slid forward, almost covering half his face as he leaned closer to trace one finger gently over her cheek. She shivered when he ran the tip around her lips and then down her throat.

"I have loved you for over three siglons, Anniel," he whispered. "I never dreamed I could have you in my arms this way."

She gaped at him. He loved her? His face blurred and she realized it was because her eyes were tearing.

Anniel cupped his cheeks. His mouth was red and a little swollen from their harsh kiss earlier. Her tears fell faster. He loved her.

Did he?

She began to shake her head, not wanting to believe him, but he leaned down and captured her mouth.

His tongue stroked hers and she arched against him, wanting to get closer. His scent filled her nostrils. She couldn't decide what he smelled like exactly, but it reminded her of wind and rain—a tempest waiting to be unleashed.

Anniel threw one leg over his hip and immediately felt his jutting erection press into her belly. The snarl erupted from her throat before she could stifle it. She felt herself clench deep inside and heat engulf her entire being.

She needed to mate—now—and showed her frustration by biting his shoulder, hard.

Ashriel moved suddenly. The action caused her to be tossed over onto her stomach.

She would have growled at him, but he shocked her by caging her beneath him and then proceeding to take a firm hold of the back of her neck with his teeth.

Anniel didn't know death angels could growl, but Ashriel's vicious snarl had her mouth dropping open and her ass rising in submission.

Her whole body shook with the uncontrollable desire to be fucked by him. If he didn't, she'd howl in misery. As it was, she was already whimpering pathetically.

She felt his hand grip her shorts and material tore. Her tank top was the target of his destructive hands next. Her double D breasts burst free of the soft material to hang heavy and achy.

Anniel panted and stared straight ahead, blinking at the wall a few inches away. He moved a bit behind her, but never released his hold on her neck. She was so turned on by his show of dominance, she was about to combust. God—Zak was going to laugh his ass off when he found out.

All thought ceased when she felt the unmistakable feel of the head of his cock push against her needy hole.

She spread her thighs and finally howled when he thrust into her. She was so wet, he sank in without much trouble, though the fit was exquisitely snug.

It got hot—literally. He began to fuck her in long hard strokes, his wings fanning waves of heat over them.

"Oh—god—yes," he panted finally releasing her neck. "Brace yourself."

It was all the warning she got. He leaned over her, gripped her double D's and really began to fuck.

"Shit," Anniel hissed, gripping the rounded lip of the mattress.

His teeth went into her shoulder this time with a snarl as his cock kissed her womb. It made her writhe in erotic agony. The feel of his hot body undulating sensuously over hers, the hard smack of his hips against her ass had her coming apart in seconds, to her shock.

Ashriel covered her mouth when she screamed and howled at the same time.

His body tensed. She felt his hard muscles as he continued to slam his hips against her ass even faster. His breath panted next to her ear.

She could feel his heavy balls pounding against her engorged clit and screamed into his hand again when another orgasm ripped through her body. Her whole body convulsed around him and he growled. His wings fanned faster, making a sound similar to thunder. It would have terrified her, but she was too busy coming again.

His wings suddenly went stiff, his teeth sank into her shoulder as his hands gripped her breasts again with bruising intensity. His roar mingled with her howl. As she quivered around his hard prick, she felt him pulsing deep inside her—hot jets bathing her insides, sending a shiver all throughout her being. The stones seemed to burn brighter for a moment as she panted, and suddenly she couldn't hold herself up anymore.

They collapsed to the mattress. Ashriel held the weight of his body with his forearms and thighs. Inside, she felt him still rock hard.

His body quivered and his cock jerked deep within her. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he wanted another go. She needed at least five minutes of recovery time, because she was about to have a heart attack.

He moved and she had to bite the mattress beneath her to keep from shouting out how good he felt.

"Did I hurt you?"

Anniel could only whimper.

"I'm sorry for my lack of experience."

She couldn't help but give a breathy laugh. "Trust me. I couldn't tell." He fucked like a machine. No experience needed.

Again, his cock quivered, making her gasp. She was suddenly hungry for him once more and raised herself a bit. Looking over her shoulder, she gasped when she saw his eyes had gone black, no whites showing.

"Why are you in kill mode?"

He blinked, and shook his head slowly. "I-I...don't know. I just feel so..."

His cock jumped hard inside her and he bit his lip hard with a sigh. Ashriel was extremely aroused. His body shivered with it.

And she wanted him again.

Anniel squeezed the muscles in her pussy, making him pull his lip back to show his teeth in a sexy snarl seconds before he was thrusting again.

His wings fanned furiously, and the sound of his hips slapping her ass was loud. He grabbed her boobs again and she arched her back to offer him her ample breasts and ass for his pleasure.

He flipped her over, making her squeak in surprise when he grabbed her ankles to hold her legs straight up and spread wide. Her ass left the mattress.

Anniel wiggled her toes, her mouth still open from the surprise move. Ashriel's torso gleamed with sweat, and his hair was a wild mess over his face. Despite his bronzed coloring, he still looked pale compared to the rich dark brown of her skin. His pounding hips made her big breasts bounce wildly. His eyes were on hers, though, black and glittering. He looked terrifying and beautiful with his wings beating behind his undulating body. Anniel fell apart again, her body arching up into a sensual bow. As she panted out the last of her orgasm, she looked down to see him as if frozen, wings held stiff, body taut, mouth open before he shivered and cried out in completion. He filled her again with his hot seed. Her womb drank him down greedily.

His head was still thrown back, his chest heaving with his labored breath...his dick still solid steel. He shivered and growled. He began to move, but slow this time. Anniel clawed at the bedding, feeling so sensitive. She whimpered, but still bucked slowly against his thrusts. Ashriel lowered his head, his eyes had gone back to grey, but the pupils were so wide they still looked black. Turning his head to the side, he ran his hand up her leg, to her foot, before letting his tongue lick up her instep. It made her scream in pleasure, and squeal some more when he began to suck her toes until she came gloriously around him. His eyes glittered with male satisfaction at her pleasure.

He released her legs and lowered his sweat slicked torso on her. Gripping her wrists, he pulled her hands over her head, pinning her completely. Again he began to rock hard and rough into her.

Anniel wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles so that her feet rested against his fabulous ass. They bared their teeth at one another and moved more frantically.

"I love you, Anniel," he snarled.

And she came, hard, soul shattering, with him following in her wake. She was sobbing by now, feeling that...her heart belonged to him. He'd taken it...completely.

And he would probably destroy it now. She wanted to hate him. Why? Why did he have to ensnare her heart again? It had taken her so long to get over Garethiel. And here she was again—fucking his twin brother. Her stupidity knew no bounds.

Anniel sobbed so hard, he was terrified of having hurt her. His dick still ached to continue plowing into her, but maybe she'd had enough. Shame filled Ashriel. He had wanted to court her first, lay down a foundation of trust and mutual respect—something to build a lasting relationship on. He'd intended to just sleep with her.

He rocked her in his arms. His cock was still embedded within her tight heat. It made him quiver.

His good intentions had gone way off course.

"Annie, please," he begged. "Did I hurt you?"

She hiccupped against his chest and murmured something. Ashriel frowned. It sounded as if she'd said "no, but you're going to."

That couldn't be right. It didn't make sense. She continued to hiccup, but her sobs grew quiet. Ashriel remained mute, not knowing how to comfort her. He was loath to pull out of her. He didn't want to, but knew he must. He'd keep fucking her if he didn't. The weakness of a newly fallen reaper.

Her body grew more pliant against him and except for the occasional hiccup, her breathing evened out.

She'd fallen asleep.

Biting his lip, he withdrew from her. Sliding his still erect cock from her clinging warmth was the hardest thing he ever had to do. A flood of semen poured from her well loved sex. He stared down at her lush curves. Her reddish brown hair spilled over the pale grey bedding in shimmering waves. He wiped the wet tear stains from her cheeks and let his eyes take in the beauty of her full breasts. The nipples were still drawn tight and were much darker than her mocha skin. He hadn't even tasted them this time, just rutted her like a horny beast. Her tummy was tight, muscles delineating her abs between her cinched waist before swelling out to wide, curved hips. Her satiny legs were shapely and long, her feet delicate and her toes painted an outrageous shade of hot pink that made him smile. God—she was breath-taking...exotic.

His hands itched to touch and stroke.

Rising abruptly to his feet before he sank his face between her legs, he made his way to the ramp leading to the second level.

Eriel and Natanael looked up at him when he approached. They both stood and sheathed their swords.

"Why were your swords out?" Ashriel asked.

They both looked at each other before Natanael answered with a shrug, "You said kill whoever tries to come down here."

Ashriel rolled his eyes.

"That's it?" Eriel frowned. "You only fucked her for about an hour."

Ashriel frowned. "I still ache, but..." He remembered her tears.

"We can go for days, but some species of humanoids can't fuck for that long," Natanael said, running a silver wand over a strand of his hair, turning it purple.

"I'm afraid of hurting her," Ashriel admitted. "She cried at the end. That's why I stopped."

"Cried?" Eriel asked with a worried expression.

Ashriel nodded, feeling guilt tear him apart inside.

"Did you say anything to her before she started crying?" Natanael asked.

Ashriel swallowed. "I told her I loved her," he replied in a low voice.

Eriel and Natanael began to chuckle.

"She became emotional. Don't worry." Eriel assured.

"She really has feelings for you too, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten emotional," Natanael added.

Hope soared within Ashriel. "You think so?"

Both reapers nodded.

Ashriel smiled, but then frowned. He still had to kill Lucien. She would hate him then.

His shoulders slumped.