So this is it, the final instalment of Dark Angel. Different from The Witch and the Dragon, this story's scores were MUCH higher, but the comments were less too. I guess that's because there was less controversy with this story. Zak was into BDSM, and Ashriel couldn't have been more straight laced. Anyhoo, the next story will more than make up for DA's lack of controversy. It'll showcase Lucien and his 'Raynes'. And God knows Lucien is anything but straight laced. Bad boy to the core, but hurt and in some serious need of redeeming.
But enough of Redemption.
I leave you with the last of Dark Angel. Thanks to everyone who voted and especially commented. I really enjoyed the emails sent. They spurred me to keep posting because I hate to disappoint. Love you all and toodles for now.LH
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Chapter Thirteen
Seth was adamant about all of them staying together, so they remained in Garethiel's big media room.
Of course, that meant Ashriel wasn't able to view the damned vid-crystal burning a hole in his boot. Natanael and Eriel had gone back to the starcruiser, despite Seth's protest, but had come back hours later empty-handed.
Natanael kept giving Ashriel suspicious glares, but while he was gone, Ashriel had bound the small crystal to his divine sword and sent it away. There was no way Natanael could ever retrieve or find it. The silly reaper had even barged into the hygiene room when Ashriel had gone in to use the facilities.
Ashriel looked over his shoulder and continued to shed his clothing as Nat pretended to admire the hygiene room's décor.
Pressing his clothing into Natanael's arms, Ashriel asked him with a smile if he could please toss them in the clothes cleaning unit.
Natanael narrowed his eyes, but then Anniel came in and began unabashedly disrobing too.
Ashriel scowled and with a snarled "out" shoved the disgruntled reaper out the door.
The third night, Ashriel felt a little stir-crazy. The only privacy he had with Anniel was when they used the hygiene room together, and even then, Seth was telling them to hurry because Devon might summon them.
"For the last time, Ash," Seth sighed, "If he opens a portal to call us through, we need to hustle before other Master Guardians pick up the energy pulse and lock onto our positions."
"But it takes a powerful Master Guardian to be able to accomplish that," Ashriel argued.
"There are powerful ones out there, Ash. Make no mistake about that."
"Ash?" Anniel called.
He looked over his shoulder to where he'd left her sleeping moments before.
Anniel laid on a thick, white, round rug. The flames of the fireplace behind her made her tousled dark blonde curls look like a halo around her head. She smiled and pulled back the cream colored blanket over her curves, inviting him back to her side.
Ashriel stood, a slave to her will, and went to her. Kneeling first, he lowered himself until he too was beneath the blanket with her. One leg and her arm went around him and his cock immediately stiffened against her belly.
"Mmm," she sighed before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his lips. Their tongues dueled lazily for a while. Long enough for him to ache and wish they were alone. It didn't stop him from palming her round ass beneath the blanket. Her sleep shirt had ridden up and the poor excuse for underwear she wore barely covered the full mounds of her backside. He recalled with agonizing clarity that it actually barely contained the slit of her plump sex. He'd know because she'd shimmied into it only moments before when they'd finished their cleansing and quick bout of fucking in the hygiene room.
"You're going to be the death of me," he groaned feeling his balls tighten up against his shaft.
She snuggled tighter. "You smell good, baby."
Ashriel frowned, remembering his annoying brother had insisted on splashing him with some new cologne he'd purchased. Why he persisted in acting as if they'd never exchanged blows would always mystify and annoy Ashriel. It had been that way since they were chicklings.
Anniel's tongue running up the side of his neck had him sucking in a harsh breath between his teeth.
"My love," he whispered, "please stop teasing me. Unless you mean for us to go back into the hygiene room." He rolled his hips against her, hoping she'd say yes.
"No," Seth said behind them.
Ashriel scowled, turning his head to glare at the weretigri. Seth leaned back in a lounger, hands folded behind his neck looking up at the ceiling with bored indifference. The sound of Anniel yawning loudly had Ashriel turning back to her.
She rubbed one eye before grinning at him again. "You can love me here, baby."
Her hand caressed his cheek as she lifted her leg tighter against his waist and wiggled her hips.
The offer was more than tempting, but Ashriel still couldn't bring himself to make love to her in front of the others.
"My shy dark angel," she cooed kissing his lips.
"I am not shy," he claimed indignantly.
"Yes you are," Eriel snickered.
Ashriel ignored him. "Anniel, I will not besmirch our love with public displays of intimacy."
Anniel frowned. "But, baby, how can something so pure and beautiful, as showing our love for one another be...besmirchie?"
She looked clearly puzzled.
Making and effort to ignore the reapers sniggering, he insisted, "Sharing our bodies is something that should be done in private".
He turned to glare at the reapers when their laughter grew, and was surprised and chagrined to see even Seth rolling his eyes with a shake of his head.
Anniel tipped his face back to hers. She smiled, her eyes soft while her fingers stroked his cheek. "Ashriel, there is nothing shameful about our love. We're among family, people we trust and care about."
She put her palms on his shoulders and made him lay on his back as she straddled him.
Ashriel watched mesmerized her hands gripping the edges of her sleep shirt. Slowly she pulled it up her glorious body before tossing it just above his head. Her nipples were dark, tight buds decorating her big round globes. The fire light made her flesh look rich golden brown. Dark blonde curls fell in disarray over her shoulders, partially covering them. She looked absolutely breathtaking.
Realizing how bare she now was, Ashriel's eyes flicked to the reapers. They watched with mild interest, and Seth had slumped down in his big chair, looking up at the ceiling as if in deep thought.
Anniel sliding down his legs brought his attention back to her. He sucked in a shocked breath when she began undoing his pants.
"W-what are you going to do?" he gasped.
Again, the reapers snickered.
"Inexperienced." Natanael sighed.
"Yep, totally inexperienced," Eriel agreed.
Anniel turned before he could protest their teasing and growled low in her throat.
"Sorry," both reapers murmured.
She turned back, fully intent on putting her mouth to him but he covered his engorged flesh with his hand. "I'm not ready to do this," he confessed feeling his face heat.
