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Chapter 72: The Dark Angel; Angel of Darkness Rises
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Crossing The Bridge Chapter 1: Bored
[Gia’s POV]I watch the passing lights of the cities that illuminate the night’s sky, as James is driving us to a club, he has been asking me to go to with him for months now. I am tired, like usual. My 42-year-old, single mom, introverted self does not want to go clubbing. Doing this merely as my way to finally compromise with James, who has been frustrated that we only screw late at night, and don’t go on dates. Being taken out on a date was something I used to look forward to years ago in my twenties and early thirties. All I got out of my dating years were betrayals, toxic relationships, abuse, and lots of heartbreak. Now, I just want to get the deed done and sleep. I don’t want to deal with the relationship drama, pain, and suffering. With James, I keep my heart walled off in a massive fortress. Nothing is impenetrable, but it is all I have left to keep sane. James’ night hustle is as a rap recording artist. Nothing mainstream yet. Mostly, he gets together with his friends to
Crossing The Bridge Chapter 2: Chelsea
So, here I am, in James’ car, heading to a club in Saint Paul. This is completely out of the norm for me, and one of the few times I have asked anyone to watch my child so that I could go out for myself. I try not to ask my sister to watch my son, as she works way too much, has a ton of her own responsibilities, and I feel bad asking for help so that I can do something for myself or something social. It took everything in me to ask her to watch him tonight at my place. She was so excited to help, and I know it is because she worries about my mental health. Yes, I have had a rough life. I keep my PTSD, anxiety, and depression at bay. Also, with now being in my forties I gained this new, I don’t care attitude, which helps a ton, but not completely. We have reached the club now; this should be interesting…I mind whisper to my spirit panel, the Watchers, “Should we put money on whether James meets his mate and ditches me tonight or not?” They just laugh, those sadistic assholes. I open
Crossing The Bridge CHAPTER 3: FAINT
[Sam’s POV]Max, Damen, and I decided to blow off some steam at a club owned by Max’s Gamma tonight. I really wasn’t in the mood for the club scene but had this feeling we needed to be there. Chris, Max’s Gamma, set us up with the best VIP room at the club. He spoiled us with lap dances, and an open bar in our room. This is not my scene at all, but we each make sacrifices for each other. My senses kept tingling and I just could not get myself into the women, besides they are all human and I have zero interest in human women. I decided to check out the rest of the club for a bit instead. I took the stairs near the VIP room to perch at one of the balcony tables for some people-watching. Sitting in solitude at one of the tables overlooking the club, I was having trouble focusing. My attention kept getting drawn towards the tables where the groups of people sat to socialize by the bikini dancers. Stopping myself from trying to fight my lack of concentration so that my senses can refocu
Crossing The Bridge Chapter 4: Ours
Staring down at her beautiful face, I am taking in all her features while Max’s men remove all the women from the room. Here lying in my lap is my mate. The person I have waited thousands of years for, finally found and in my arms. Her long dark mahogany hair has streaks of rich dark reds, a spectrum of light to dark browns, and several platinum blonde strands artistically woven in. Her skin is olive toned with slight hints of pink in her face. She is curvy and has the most delicious looking breasts that I have ever seen. They are definitely a size D; I want so badly to bite and suck on them; fuck I feel like a perv right now. A scar runs from her collarbone down her cleavage line, which I want to follow with my fingertips until I touch her sweet flower. The memory of her heart surgery as a small child pulls up in my head. She has a little mom tummy and sexy legs. She is short, probably 5’4”. Her eyes are almond shaped, and her lips are a soft kissable light red with a plumpness I
Crossing The Bridge Chapter 5: Izzy
[Gia’s POV]A slow acoustic alternative song in a man's beautiful voice is playing in my mind, as I drive towards my destination. “I am ready, willing, and waiting on you,” was all that I needed to text him. My crush, the man who I have spent the last two years on and off talking to and messaging on social media and our phones. I don’t know why I am taking this risk, knowing my heart and soul are at stake. We had two mediocre dates, and both times he blew me off for at least six months. I knew the moment our eyes first locked on one another that we are soulmates. His big beautiful brown eyes, his sexy hair perfectly spiked in his hawk, and skin so divine that I wanted to lick every inch of him. I am so stupid for doing this. I know that I am just giving him my body and it will all be over after, but I need to be with him tonight. So badly I have fought these urges with him, and now I cannot even think straight. Driving up highway 169 from Shakopee to his house in Minneapolis, weari
Crossing The Bridge CHAPTER 6: NEVER GOING TO DANCE AGAIN
Before my mind could continue that realization and suck me into the darkness that often swallowed me, he disrupted it as he cupped his lips on my clitoris and sucked. Placing a finger inside of me he asserted himself more by licking and sucking every sensitive cell of my flower. Feeling the pulsating sensations of his tongue and lips in and on me, my body started having waves of warm pleasure and shocks cascading up and down. My mind went into another dimension, as his blissful mouth continued the consumption of my arousal. Trying so hard not to scream in intense pleasure, I tugged on my bottom lip with my teeth to force the sounds from erupting out of me. He did not waiver, and continued as I met multiple orgasms. I have no idea how he pleasured me with his mouth and tongue for over an hour, and I became completely vulnerable to him. So vulnerable that my normal tenacious will power was completely broken down. After the fourth orgasm, he licked up every drop of my nectar, stood up
Crossing The Bridge CHAPTER 7: CAPTURED BY GODS
“Gia, wake up… “Gifted you with three,” I hear these words on repeat, as my aching mind starts to wake me up. Dream-like visions danced through my sleep. Visions of wolves, demons, angels, and vampires. Where am I? Hold on, I am laying on something, wait, rather someone. What is going on? Last, I remember, James ditched me for that hot woman, I ran to the restroom, patted water on my forehead and neck, and was going to look for an exit. Then, oh my God! That is right, I ran straight into a man, more like a god. Did I hit my head? He was so beautiful! Did he pick me up off the floor or something? Am I laying on him? As I questioned all this my anxiety rose. I must face the music and open my eyes. Open your eyes, I yelled at myself! Be brave I told myself as I forced my eyes open. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I look and see my head is on a man’s shoulder. His scent smells like the freshest air that I have ever smelled with a mixture of what smells like Ylang-Ylang essential oils and
Crossing The Bridge Chapter 8: THE DANCE OF FOUR
As the first song came to an end, Max and Damen smiled as they stepped back away from Sam and I to sit on the sofa across from us. “We each want a dance with you separately our Gia, my doe,” Max melodically insisted. The three of them seem to speak without saying anything out load, as if they communicate telepathically. It was strange but also very intriguing. Feeling Sam’s body move from my backside, the sparks and tingles moved as his arms spun me around to face him. My heart raced as our eyes locked. Dark red speckles blended into his obsidian eyes. He stood at least a foot taller than me with his every defined muscle in full revelation through his tight black shirt. Suddenly, he lifted me and placed my feet upon his. While continuing his gaze into my soul, he rested my hands upon his shoulders, and his hands at my hips. His movements ever swift and graceful, that my eyes could not keep track of them. I remember reading once that the human eye can only see up to thirty to sixty
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