Angel Kin (10 page)

mind the more humans you invite, the less your guardians are going to  be able to be themselves. I want you to be comfortable, Madi.”

“The only people who I want with me for sure are you, Becka,  Daniella, and Christian. I think they can handle it.”

“Then I think I’ll give them a call and casually mention that you  met someone who you are thinking about marrying. They’ve been  worried about you these past few weeks. Christian has called twice a  day week in and week out. Maybe it would be a good idea for you to  invite them to town and to meet your guardians before the wedding.”  That was a perfect idea, one that Madigan hadn’t considered.

He nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “I will. We’re  actually staying with friends right now. That’s whose phone I called  you on. Raphael set us up with enough money to buy a house.”

Another squeal on the other end of the phone had him jerking it  away from his ear once again. “Ooh, Madigan! That’s so exciting! So  you all are getting a house together? That’s wonderful!” She laughed,  the noise a carefree melody that made Madigan smile. “I’m so happy  for you, baby. I truly am. So when do I get to come see, hmm? I need  to drill your young men before the wedding. They’re going to have to  be up to snuff to be able to put a ring on your finger.”

Madigan found himself laughing for the first time all day. God, it  was nice to talk about something seminormal for the first time in what  felt like forever. The worries of survival were temporarily set aside in  favor of worries over invitations and wedding cakes. It was a  welcome reprieve.

Before he knew it, over an hour had passed, and it didn’t dawn on  him until he heard the front door slam and looked up at the clock.  “Crap. The rest of the guys are home. I gotta go, Mom. I’ll call you  soon to let you know details. Okay?”

“Okay, baby. You call me soon. In fact, have your young men call  me tomorrow so I can talk to them about everything. All right?”

“All right, Mom. Love you,” he said, anxious to get off the phone  and reassure himself that Michel and Cross were both safe and sound.

“Love you, too.”

He hung up the phone and hurried out of the office and into the

hallway. He got mixed up and ended up back in the now-empty living

room.

“Hello?” he called as he found his way back into the kitchen.

“Hey, cutey.” The voice had him whipping around. Joy flooded  him, and he turned and threw himself into Michel’s arms, nearly  knocking the angel over in the doorway. Warm arms wrapped tight  around him, and the scent of male sweat and angel teased his nostrils.

“You okay?” Madigan asked, nuzzling Michel’s bare chest. He  resisted the urge to purr and rub against him.

“I’m good,” Michel assured, kissing Madigan’s lips soundly.  “Sorry to worry you. The healer kept us a little longer than we  expected.”

Cross’s arms closed in from behind him, bracketing him between  the two strong sets of arms. “Hello, beautiful. I am jealous of your  greeting to our Michel.”

Madigan shuddered between them, a want building inside him as  it usually did when he was touched just once too often by his lovers.  “I’m sorry, Cross. Let me greet you properly.” Michel let him turn so  that he could wrap his arms around Cross and drag his mouth down  for a kiss.

By the time he pulled back, they were all three panting and  Michel’s erection was digging into the seat of his pants. He sighed as he leaned back against Michel’s shoulder. “I’m glad you guys are okay. I’ve got some real estate listings to show you, and I need to talk to everyone if we can round everybody up.” He paused, remembering why they were late to begin with. “How is Marius?”

“He’s fine. Already healing. His two nephilim are showing him how much he is appreciated upstairs right this second if the noises coming from above are any indication,” Cross said with a wink. “The healer has promised to come on Friday to take a look at Yuri’s wings and to offer his opinion for treatment.”

“That’s a relief. I was hoping that the healer would be able to look  at Yuri before the week was out.” Madigan was about to suggest they  move the conversation to the guest room they’d been given with the  attached living room when a low whistle sounded in the entryway.

“Well, looks like we were excluded from the party, boys,” Bren’s  snarky voice interrupted. Madigan turned his head to see his other  lovers standing there. Dex looked freshly showered and had an arm  draped over Yuri’s shoulders, Bren stood just ahead of them with his  arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face.

“I was just about to suggest we move things to our bedroom,”  Madigan said, meeting his eyes unflinchingly. He knew how much  Bren liked his other lovers’ hands on him. “I’ve got some news.”

“Ah, then we must obey our Madigan’s wishes,” Michel  murmured in his ear, nibbling the earlobe as he went. “Lead the way,  cutey, because I’m going to need a shower afterward.” The promise in  Michel’s voice was a sensual one that made desire unfurl in

Madigan’s lower abdomen.

“Okay. Let’s go.” He reluctantly pushed away from his two loves and walked in the direction of the rooms that Levi and Erik had

assigned them for the duration of their stay. It wasn’t a big room by  any means. It was only a queen bed, so they wouldn’t all be able to fit  in it to sleep, but Madigan figured he could put up with the separation  so long as the rest of them stayed on the fold-out sofa in the attached  room for a little while.

“Yeah, we’re going to have to hurry this house hunt along.  Because this is so not working long term.” Bren sniffed in disdain  after giving the room a cursory glance.

“Agreed.” Dex’s rumbled agreement was unexpected. He hardly  ever complained. “I’m not going to enjoy sleeping without all of  you.”

“Ha, try doing it for a week,” Yuri broke in, stepping more fully  into the room. “I am not sleeping on the pull out.”

“We’ll rotate as many days as we have to,” Cross said before the  argument could grow to a full-blown fight. His attention turned to  Madigan as he plopped down onto the bed. “So what did you need to  tell us, darling?”

Madigan took a deep breath. “I told my mother that I’m involved  with all of you.” Every angel in the room went slack-jawed for a split  second. Madigan pressed on before they could say anything else.  “She’s supportive of the relationship, but I sort of told her that we  would get married. Like a ceremony and everything.” They all stared  at him long enough that he started to squirm. Had he misread them?  Did they not want to marry him like that? Were they mad that he’d  told her that he was having a wedding? “I can tell her that we’re not  really having one if you want…”

They exchanged looks between them, communicating silently in a  way that Madigan didn’t understand but was supremely frustrated  with all the same.

“Do you want to have a wedding like Marius and his lovers are  having? I imagine that that is where you got the idea from, correct?”  Cross, as usual, took the lead in questioning.

Madigan nodded. “They just seem so happy, and the wedding is  so exciting and they get to tell everyone how they feel about their  lovers. It’s just such a happy event.” He looked up at his men and  smiled softly. “I really want that with you guys. I don’t want to hide  it. I love you, and I shouldn’t care what other people say or think or  whatever. You risk your lives for me every day. The least I can do is  be brave enough to stand up for what I want.”

“So this is your desire?” Dex asked carefully.

“Yes,” Madigan said, tucking a bit of hair that had grown much  too long behind his ear. He needed a haircut. “I mean, if you want to.”

“Hell yes we want to, bright eyes! We’ve been dying for you to  give us our way and tell your mom,” Bren said, grinning from ear to  ear. “In fact, your father insisted when he found out that we were all  going to bond to you. It’s going to be a regular shotgun wedding.”

Madigan was shocked. “He really said that you all had to marry

me?”

“That’s what he told Red,” Bren said, his eyes sparkling. “He said  we had to take responsibility for you. Thus one of many reasons that  he’s giving us funds to get a house big enough to accommodate five  warrior angels on a permanent basis.”

“We shall make preparations,” Michel announced. “It’ll be a  grand event. I know my family will love you.”

“Your father offered to conduct the ceremony if you wish,” Cross  added, his normally serious face stretched out into a grin that matched  the others. “This is indeed a reason to celebrate, Madigan.”

“Now we get to claim you in front of everyone.” Bren growled the  words, a look of lust falling over his face as he looked at Madigan’s  no doubt stunned expression.

Dex peeled his shirt over his head and started padding toward the  bed. “We can send messengers to our families after we get settled into  a home of our own.”

“Until then, let’s show our Madigan how grateful we are for his  final acceptance of us as his lovers,” Yuri said, following Dex’s  example and stripping off his clothing with economical moves of his  hands. Someone kicked the door shut, and Madigan jumped at the  noise. He looked at the hungry looks on his angels’ faces and realized  that he would never understand exactly what would turn them on.

“Oh shit! Did someone get my cheesecakes out of the oven?” he  asked as he remembered what he’d been doing before he’d gotten on  the phone with his mom and had subsequently gotten lost in wedding  conversation. A shot of fear went through his chest.

“No worries, bright eyes. Yuri heard the timer go off and got them  out of the oven for you. They’re sitting on a cooling rack in the  kitchen,” Bren reassured, reaching the edge of the mattress. An  entirely new fear settled in Madigan’s body as his men drew near. It  was so easy to lose himself in them. It was so damn easy to let their  presence, their touch, just sweep him away to a foreign plane of

existence where nothing existed but them and nothing else mattered  but the way they touched him.

“I could fall into you,” Madigan admitted as Bren climbed up his  body and kissed his clothing away, stripping him slowly for their  perusal.

“No worries, bright eyes. We’ll catch you.”

Madigan didn’t doubt that they would. In fact, he counted on it.  With a smile on his face, he relaxed into their combined embrace and

let himself become lost in their touch.

Chapter Eight

“Don’t stop, please!” Madigan begged as Dex and Bren took turns  sucking and licking his exposed balls and cock. “Fuck!”

Watching them servicing Madigan was worth the uncomfortable  bite of the zipper on Yuri’s hard length. His nephilim thrashed against  their combined embrace. Yuri ached, and it wasn’t an entirely  unpleasant sort of ache, either. Cross kneaded the muscles in Yuri’s  shoulders, kissing the arch of his neck in regular intervals. He turned  his head to the side to get a kiss.

“Trying to butter me up, Cross?” he teased against the firm press  of his lover’s lips. Cross reached down and palmed Yuri’s backside.

“Maybe. Is it working?” Those hands crept along his hips to circle  to his front and pop the button on his jeans.

“I’m easy right now. So, yeah.” He was so pliant it was ridiculous.  He was up for anything and everything his men could dish out.

It was Madigan who had made this hope flare so bright in his  chest. He hadn’t been truly happy in what felt like forever. Maybe it  was the spell, but loneliness and bitterness had been his constant  companions lately. The only time he was even mildly happy was  when he was surrounded by his lovers, and right now he was fairly  bursting with happiness on account of Madigan’s announcement.  Most humans may have considered it odd to be so happy over an  unplanned wedding, but Yuri couldn’t think of anything better.  Madigan had told the most important human in his life about them,  and the knowledge that they were all important thrilled Yuri to the  core of his being.

“He’s something, isn’t he?” Cross whispered in his ear, no doubt  seeing the look of absolute adoration on Yuri’s face.

“Yes.” His fear of not being included was hard to justify given  that Madigan would be marrying them all and had proven time and  time again that the fear was unfounded.

“Methinks there isn’t enough room for all of us,” Michel said,  already naked and ready to go. Yuri eyed him with appreciation. God,  that mouth of his was luscious. Michel smiled, that mouth framing a  straight set of pearly whites. “Well, I think I know what you want,  Yuri.” He winked. “But you’re not getting that on the bed.”