Angel Fangs Piercings Novels & Stories

I tangled my fingers in his hair and he groaned sticking out his tongue inside me. "Fuck," I moaned. He put a finger inside me and fingered me. I could feel I was close to releasing my juices all over him. "Please..." I didn't even know what I was begging for at this point. He added a second finger and I gasped. "Faster Theo," I moaned. I felt myself clench around his fingers. "Theodore..." I moaned. "Yes tesoro," he said, "Cum for me." (Tesoro: treasure)

"I will not put you in danger, Angel. Daniel is in the hospital. Mathew is in charge. The doctor has a hundred patients to treat. My uncle is occupied. Give me a few hours to take care of you. I … I want to be with you, please don't say no. I am begging you." Angel raised his large hands to frame the side of her neck and face, peering into her teary eyes. Her emotional state got to him and he wanted to tell her she shouldn’t beg for what was hers but he suppressed the feeling. “I can not stay the entire night.” “Angel…” “I have something to do in the pit,” he said. “The pit?” she asked, searching his gaze anxiously. Angel decided to spare her any more agony and ignored the question. “I need

Saying that, she leaned my head to the side, exposing my neck. “No!” I rasped. But it was too late. She sank her fangs inside me. Another jolt of pain shot through my body as my wolf writhed in rage. Wasn't she feeling it? Angie pulled away and said breathily, “Take me now, Zeke. I want you to knot inside me. You said I would be yours after the mark. I’m ready.”

His body jolting at each fire. And despite the ache on his shoulder, he refused to stop. “Rafael!” The voice called again, this time with a hand settling on his shoulder. The contact worked. Rafael stopped, and the place fell into silence, the only sound left was his heavy breathing. With his chest heaving, Rafael slowly turned his head. His gaze settled on Angie—a badass, short haired, young woman. She had dark ink tattoos running along her arms and piercings glinting under the dim lighting. She was staring at him with concern.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

A dark and broody look, slightly tanned skin, ink curly hair, slight freckles on the face, bedroom gaze, and a masculine body to boot. “I was just observing the reason of my dear Nicky’s changes, and I could say, he is a fucking lucky bastard indeed.” Lucifer stood by the tree leaning his back against it while his eyes were looking straight in Zane’s direction who had her brows raised at him. “You must be his woman, Zane…. Zane Fangs was it?” He eyed her up and down and if Nicholas hadn’t told her that Lucifer likes to stare or sometimes glare at people to see if they get intimidated.

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

“Fuck me, you smell so sweet. I bet you taste as sweet as you smell. Should we find out?” She didn’t say anything, but her eyes widened; all I could see was lust. “Hmm?” I rubbed my nose against her jaw and traced my lips along it up to her ear. I sucked her earlobe, and her breath hitched, making me smile. “Would you let me taste you, Angel?” My fingers drifted beneath her skirt, the darkness concealing our intimate moment. As my fingers encountered the delicate fabric of her panties, a low, primal sound escaped my throat like a hungry beast. I gently glided my finger along her intimate folds, feeling the dampness beneath her panties.

His piercing dark eyes staring like a cobra seeking its prey. " You might want to run now Angel "

The rogues, emboldened by their success in capturing Alpha Damien, reveled in their temporary victory. With a menacing growl, I stepped forward, drawing their attention. Their leader, a formidable figure with a scarred face, locked eyes with me. There was a flicker of recognition, a realization that I was no ordinary captive. "You dare to challenge us?" the rogue Alpha snarled, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Your Alpha is ours now. We'll make him pay for the years of torment he inflicted on our kind." His words fueled my rage, and my lips curled back, revealing my sharp fangs. "Release him, or suffer the consequences," I warned, my voice dripping with a dangerous edge. The warriors at m