What’s going on? I can feel your apprehension.
Anniel looked around the claustrophobic elevator at the big Hazdraec and two Gorgundts.
They’re taking us to their boss. I don’t like this, but they still have Eriel— she replied telepathically.
I’m coming over— Seth stated.
But what about Rayne? You’re going to leave her just with Abdy? Is he strong enough to guard the starcruiser and the girl by himself?— Anniel asked nibbling her lip.
She felt his hesitation. It’s s a nightmare out here, Annie. People are killing each other off left and right. I have the building the starcruiser is perched on sealed off, and, just in case, I also have it cloaked in invisibility. If I were more powerful, like Dev, I could pop in over there and keep the starcruiser safe too.
We’ll be fine, Seth. My son is a good fighter, and you know Ashriel is legendary.
I’ll stay in contact, Anniel. Keep yourself safe. Please.
Anniel sighed, looking up at Ashriel. He and Natanael were having a staring contest. Ashriel’s nostrils were flared and his brows drawn. His left wing slid out and brushed against her back. She felt the distinct nudge as he pushed her closer to Natanael.
Nat’s eyes lowered to her. Always animated and laughing, Anniel felt a bit of tension coil within her at his intense look.
Reaching out, he gripped her around her waist and pulled her against him, his eyes rising once more to Ashriel with a nod.
Placing her palms on Natanael’s chest, she looked up at Ashriel with a questioning frown, but he’d already turned, giving her his back.
The elevator door swished open and the scent of wolf assailed her nose.
Before she could stop herself, a snarl erupted from her lips.
***
There were about twenty males crowding the chamber where’d they’d left Eriel. Ashriel looked at every face before him, every snarling, fanged, flesh twitching, werewolf visage and drew himself up taller.
Anniel was growling behind him, trying to shove past his wings, but he had her trapped between them, trying to keep her safe.
Groggo cackled, standing off to one side of the wolf pack. “Cyneolle, you dirty boy. Where the hell did you get so many credits?”
“I am very good at manipulating technology. I tapped into our deceased monarch’s coffers.”
Everyone stared at Cyn in stunned silence.
The one Ashriel supposed was alpha to the pack, stepped forward with a snarl. “You tapped into the king’s treasure and didn’t tell me anything?”
Cyneolle tilted his head to the side. “You never asked.”
The alpha growled louder. “You insolent shit. I want that chip—now.”
Cyneolle grinned, dug into the pocket of his black cargo pants, and tossed the transparent credit chip to the alpha. “There. You have what you want, now give us the other reaper and let us be on our way.”
“Hey,” Groggo protested. “By all rights, that chip should be—“
The alpha turned luminous blue eyes to the grimy alien, his face already beginning to shift into wolf form.
Groggo held up his hands with a nervous laugh. “That chip is yours, Zobrawn.”
Ashriel sneered at Groggo’s cowardice.
“You have what you wanted, riches fit for a king, now give us the reaper and let us leave,” Cyneolle demanded again.
Zobrawn growled viciously. “You don’t tell me what to do, you pathetic excuse for a lycan.”
Ashriel stepped up next to his nephew. “He is more Seraph than Lycan, and he is more of a man than you.”
The men behind the alpha were shifting. Behind him, he heard Anniel panting and whimpering. The surge of power they exuded in their shift affected her. If she shifted also, the babe in her womb would perish.
Ashriel’s heart twisted in agony at the thought.
“I don’t give a shit about the reaper,” Zobrawn’s voice was thick and animalistic. He pointed a clawed finger at Ashriel and the Cyneolle. “You can all rot in hell as far as I’m concerned, but the bitch…the bitch is mine.”
Cold fury washed over Ashriel. Reaching back, behind his head, between his shoulders, he felt for the vibrating power of his divine sword. The hilt materialized in his palm. He gripped it, feeling the power of it surge through him, and slowly unsheathed the flaming sword from the pocket of magic where he kept it hidden. Everything before him shivered and roiled as if boiling. It was the ability to decimate evil. If only it worked on beings of this realm. Every vile creature before him would have been turned to ash right now.
Still, a few of the werewolves before him cringed and whimpered, fearful of the physical change he exuded. He knew his eyes were solid black, and his face was probably blank, eerily expressionless. Actually, the fury he felt before abated. Now he only wanted to kill, no pity, no mercy. He knew they sensed that.
Some of the wolves began howling. Zobrawn’s skin furred over, his face elongating as he bared fangs at Ashriel.
“You think you can defeat all of us with that archaic sword?”
Ashriel spread his wings as far as they would go. “I have defeated legions of devils and demons with this sacred sword. You are naught but a handful of weak mongrels,” he replied evenly.
The Alpha laughed. He felt Anniel trying to push his wings aside and wished Natanael would restrain her. He didn’t want her involved in the altercation he knew was about to happen.
“These are my best warriors,” the alpha snarled, spit dripping from his ever-growing fangs.
“Then be prepared to lose them if you don’t let us through,” Ashriel warned.
Groggo began to back away.
“I already told you. You can all piss off, but that bitch is mine to keep and fuck.”
Ashriel had put his hand back to push Anniel into Natanael’s arms for safe keeping, his intention to fly at the alpha and rip his heart out, but Cyneolle launched himself at Zobrawn. Behind him Anniel screamed.
Cyneolle and Zobrawn engaged in a brutal and bloody battle. He could tell his nephew was clearly enraged, which unfortunately made him make mistakes. He seemed more intent on making the alpha bleed rather than just outright kill him, something Ashriel would have done without stopping to consider any other alternative.
Zobrawn sank his fangs and tore Cyneolle’s flesh. Cyneolle also alternated between punching and biting. He tore one of Zobrawn’s ears off, knocked a canine tooth out, but it didn’t matter because another one would grow to replace it. Zobrawn in turn managed to grip Cyneolle’s left arm in his jaws and bit down with enough force to almost rip the appendage off. Sparks and black fluid gushed out. Cyneolle lost use of his left arm. With a roar, Cyn turned and flicked his white wing. Just like any other Seraph's, the might in that wing was enough to send the wolf leader flying twenty feet away.
Cyneolle snarled, lifting his right arm. The remaining metallic arm guard lit with green fire as he took aim.
“Go on, you coward,” the alpha snarled, spitting blood. “Use your cyborg weapons. You can never defeat me as a wolf because you’re a filthy, worthless, half-breed shit. You never were or ever will be pack worthy.”
Ashriel watched as Cyneolle’s arm began going down. He was too angry. Ashriel was not. Ashriel only craved dispensing death, like any death angel would.
Stepping up next to his nephew again, he let his wing brush against Cyneolle’s quivering white one. “Cyneolle is so much more than you. He doesn’t need a pack that turns its back on one of their own. He has his real family now, the Alpha Angels…and Dark Angels. He’s one of us.”
***
Anniel struggled against Natanael when both her son and Ashriel flew headlong into the multitude of snarling werewolves. “Nooo,” she cried out in terror.
Chameleon turned liquid silver and joined the fray as well.
Blood and gore spattered everywhere. Ashriel looked like a berserker, striking so fast he created a trail of red as he pushed farther into the group of wolves. Cyn also fought valiantly despite his limp arm. Chameleon, having killed a great portion of wolves began stalking Groggo.
Wide eyed, the filthy little alien reached back and hit a button on the console before the cage containing Eriel. Chameleon tried to stop him, flying right at Groggo and spearing him with two blades that slid from his arms. Groggo dropped into a lifeless heap on the floor.
Anniel shrieked when she saw the trap door beneath Eriel snap open. The reaper fell into a tank swarming with flesh eaters.
Chameleon literally flowed through the mesh cage into the pit.
“Oh-god,” Anniel screamed again. “They’ll be eaten alive.”
Cyneolle jumped to the top of the cage and used his fire to burn a wide hole.
Anniel watched mesmerized as a silver glob inched its way toward the hole. It looked like a giant silver egg. The liquid blob flowed out of the hole until it rested on top of the cage. Slowly the gelatinous substance drained away from Eriel until it reformed into Chameleon again. Eriel looked like he hadn’t been bitten or scratched. Still she held her breath as both Chameleon and Cyneolle examined him.
Erie began to rouse. “W-what happened?”
“I just saved you from being eaten alive,” Chameleon answered turning into his flesh-like form.
Even from where she stood, Anniel could see the dark-haired reaper appraising the cybernetic angel.
“Fuck, baby. You can eat me any time you want,” was Eriel’s awed reply.
Behind her Natanael snickered. “Yeah. He’s okay. Let’s go.”
Anniel looked back to Ashriel. Gore covered him from head to toe. All around, hundreds of wolves had been turned to hamburger meat. It was gross, especially with some of them twitching, spewing blood, and guts spilling bodily waste. The smell was horrible and she felt herself begin to gag.
Natanael cocooned her within his wings. “Easy there, sweetheart.”
A sharp metallic clang followed by the sound of gushing water had her looking back at Ashriel. He’d broken one of the pipes that snaked around the ceiling and was standing beneath the deluge. The water washed off the blood and chunks of meat from him. When he was reasonably clean, he stalked back toward her, looking like something out of her lewdest wet dreams.
Cyneolle jumped down from the top of the cage as Chameleon hauled Eriel into his arms.
Ashriel’s hands gripping her around her waist made her look up at him.
“Baby, are you hurt?” she asked running her hands up the wet, sinewy strength of his arms. He didn’t have a scratch on him.
“I’m fine. Wrap your arms and legs around me.”
Behind them, Cyneolle blew an enormous hole in one of the walls, exposing a view of the city in flames.
Anniel’s eyes widened when she saw a large transport tumble past, and jumped when she heard the explosion moments afterward as it finally reached the street below.
Ashriel lifted her into his arms as the mixture of hot and cold air blasted through the hole. Cyneolle took flight followed by Chameleon carrying Eriel.
Ashriel held her tight and began to run. Anniel closed her eyes and gripped him harder.
“I’ve got you, my love,” he crooned into her ear. His body tilted forward and his wings thrummed to life behind his back. The sound was deafening, like rolling thunder.
She was soaring over the burning city in the arms of her dark angel. It was daunting—pretty scary since she was a bit squeamish about heights.
Ashriel’s arms were like steel bands around her back and waist and he didn’t fly completely horizontal. It was more of an angle, which didn’t make her feel like she was literally hanging on for dear life. He kissed her cheek and squeezed her harder. She felt ridiculously safe in her death angel’s arms—safe enough to brave opening one eye.
Ashriel’s wings were a blur of black. A little above them was Natanael, his hair a blue flag in the wind. He noticed her looking at him and did an impressive flip in the air. At her astonished look, he laughed and did it again, this time staying upside down as his legs split open in a ridiculous pose. He laughed out loud, throwing his arms out too. Now he looked like a flying X.
Anniel smirked at the silly angel. Ashriel looked over his shoulder and snorted. “Show-off.”
They began to descend.
She buried her face in Ashriel’s neck, holding him tight as she felt her belly do a flip.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Seth said when Ashriel finally landed. “We need to get out of here now.”
Another explosion rocked the ground. Above their heads, the Rhylosian sky looked smoky and red like Megdoluc’s.
Ashriel didn’t let her down, just maneuvered her in his hold to carry her up the starcruiser’s ramp. He didn’t stop until he’d reached the helm and placed her into one of the seats. Crouching, he strapped her in and tested the belts before leaning over to kiss her deeply.
The helm was a flurry of activity as the others strapped themselves in. Ashriel gripped one side of the pilot’s chair at the same time Seth gripped the other.
They stared at each other for a few seconds.
“Let Ash fly,” the others chorused frantically, “please.”
Seth snorted and took the co-pilot’s chair grudgingly.
Anniel watched Ashriel strap himself in and begin to bark out orders. The console came to life with thousands of blinking lights and glowing screens. His big hands gripped the throttles, revving the turbines to high-pitched peak.
Anniel felt the craft begin to lift.
“Hold on,” his deep voice said in the dimly lit interior.
Anniel closed her eyes, her teeth clenching together as she felt her stomach bottom out. The starcruiser shot up at incredible speed. Gravity tried to suck them back down, but they continued to climb, defying G-force.
She felt Seth’s power roll out, clearing the path above them. They did not slow down until they hit space.
Anniel’s head spun and she felt a wave of nausea hit. Her brow beaded in sweat and she moaned. They’d ascended too fast.
The sound of safety belts being undone reached her ears.
“You have the helm now, Sethaliel,” Ashriel said just before she felt his hands on her.
He undid her harness and gently helped her up. “Come. Let’s get you settled down below. It’s going to be a long flight.”
“Where are we headed?” she asked letting him lead her toward the ramps.
“Wherever Seth deems safe,” he answered.
***
He led her down to the cabins below, holding her close. Her skin looked ashen and he felt a slight tremor go through her body when he held her tighter.
“Are you in pain?”
“No. I’m fine. Just a little shaky.”
“Have you eaten?” He scowled then. “Of course you haven’t. You were too busy risking your neck and that of our unborn’s traipsing through hostile space and a war-ridden planet looking for me.”
When hurt and anger tightened her features, guilt assailed him. He shouldn’t be upsetting her further, never mind that he really wanted to take her across his knee and show her the business end of his palm for scaring the life out of him with her well intended but foolhardy actions. Stopping before she could blurt out the protest already forming on her lips, he pulled her against him and ravished her sweet mouth.
“I was so afraid of losing you, my love,” he moaned between luscious strokes of his tongue against hers. “Of not having you in my arms again.” She melted against him now, a soft sigh whispering from her lips against his.
Her fingers speared into his hair and then his wings. He ruffled his feathers for her, knowing she loved their soft feel. She moaned again and he stooped to pick her up. Walking quickly, he kicked open the door to Natanael’s cabin. It was the only one with an angel-sized bed sitting in the middle of the room. He laid Anniel on the crisp white sheets and untangled her arms from around his neck. He grinned when she pouted adorably, obviously wanting to keep hold of him.
“I want you to eat first. You need to nourish yourself or our child will drain you.”
He caressed her rounded belly, still in awe of the evidence of his virility. Just a few months ago he’d been a virgin, now he was going to be a father.
Her hand covered his, her skin deep brown satin. He looked into her luminous eyes and felt his heart lurch at the intensity of love he saw there.
After she ate, he intended to remove all her clothing and embed himself in her tight heat until they reached their destination.
She licked her lips as her eyes drank him in. Her evident attraction to him made him feel elated, but he wanted so much more than that—more than just being beautiful to her. She’d said she loved him, but then she’d confessed to loving the other Alpha Angels as well. He wanted to matter more than the others, not just another angel she cared about. He wanted her in love with him, just as he was in love with her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked caressing his cheek.
He blinked. “Just wondering what I should bring you.”
She frowned. “Anything, as long as it’s not prinut.”
He wanted to laugh when she wrinkled her pert little nose. Keeping a solemn expression, he said, “but it’s so good for you, Anniel.”
She growled at him, one lip going up in the cutest manner. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fine. No prinut.”
Again, her eyes slid down his body. “I could eat you.” He gasped when she suddenly cupped and caressed his straining length. “God-help-me, you look so hot in this get-up, baby.”
He grinned and moved away from her, letting his wings spread a bit as he flexed his muscles. She bit her lips and her breathing grew heavier.
“I can be your dessert, but first you eat,” he crooned.
***
Anniel practically drooled when he turned on his heel and strode out. The black wings bracketing that tight ass was positively sinful. She fully intended he keep that sexy little get up. He was definitely going to be using it allot back on Alpha 7 in the privacy of her quarters—or his.
When the door shut on the enticing view of his ass, she felt bereft. Letting out a loud sigh she looked around. The sight of a hygiene unit had her smiling again. She could use a little cleaning up. Aside from the stench of smoke still clinging to her, her scalp was starting to smart from her tight hairdo.
Stripping quickly, she stepped into the cylindrical hygiene unit.
Soothing rays engulfed her, unraveled her hair, and cleaned her body thoroughly. Pursing her lips, she tapped in a few more instructions on the unit’s control screen and then raised her face to the second sweep of the rays.
When the machine finished, the sweet scent of chocolate wafted around her. She opened her eyes and slipped her fingers into her thick hair. The once auburn locks gleamed dark gold, like her son’s. The loose curls wrapped playfully around her digits, and she gave them a slight tug only to feel them bounce back into place. Sticking her ass out and tipping her head back, she gave her curls a shake, feeling the heavy silk caress her backside.
A low groan had her turning around with a surprised squeak.
Ashriel stood at the door with a large tray in his hands. His eyes glittered with lust and his soctanal was tented high with his erection. He took a few steps toward her, but stopped to frown at the covered tray in his hands.
Circling around the ridiculously large bed in the middle of the room, Ashriel placed the tray on a long dresser next to the hygiene unit. She trembled as he stalked toward her.
Taking a handful of her hair, he let the thick strands slide through his fingers.