Downs, Jana - Angel Bound [His Guardian Angels 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove - Serialized) (12 page)

“With that fucking attitude of yours, you’re not even on the damn  ‘maybe’ list,” Bren snapped.

“Stop yelling,” Madigan interrupted. He took a deep breath and  closed his eyes. “I’ll do it. I’ll bind myself to everyone.” His eyes  opened, and he looked at each angel. “I won’t risk any of your lives if  I can help it. It’s not fair and this is a rush, but whatever. I want you,  and I would’ve slept with all of you if Yuri hadn’t shown up and  interrupted things.”

“Raphael forbid—” Cross began.

“Do you really think that you would’ve stopped if I would’ve  begged you to fuck me?” Madigan interrupted with a glare. Cross  opened his mouth and closed it again. “That’s what I thought. No  reason to put this off.” He stood. “Let’s go do this.”

“We still haven’t agreed to mate with one another yet!” Bren  protested.

Madigan raised an eyebrow at him. “You and Cross need to put  that elementary school bullshit behind you. You’re working together.  Deal with it. If I have to mate with a bunch of guys that I just met,

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then you can deal with whatever emotional issues you two have  going.”

Yuri stood and walked so that he was standing in front of  Madigan. “Thank you.” He whispered the words. He knelt on the  ground at Madigan’s feet. “You’ve saved us with this solution,  Madigan. I know this is hard, but I pledge that I will do whatever is in  my power to make you happy.” Madigan reached down and ran his  hand through Yuri’s hair.

“I know you will, Yuri. Sorry I’m a little wigged out by this.” His  body throbbed in triumph, knowing that momentarily he would be  surrounded by all of his men again. His men.
 
Hmm, not yet.
 
But soon  they would be. “Come on, guys. Let’s do this.”

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Chapter Thirteen

They climbed the stairs in silence. Michel stared at the tight ass in front of him and sighed in appreciation. He was glad that Madigan had agreed to this. This felt right. Like destiny or something close to it.

“You are certain this will help us keep him safe?” Michel asked.  Yuri walked beside him as they climbed the stairs. They’d worked  together before, many times actually. He wasn’t a bad guy by any  stretch of the imagination. He was just blunt with a mouth that just  didn’t stop running.

“Yes. I’m certain.” Yuri’s eyes hadn’t strayed from Madigan’s  body as they climbed. He was leading them all to the bedroom. He  was such a brave boy. “I feel selfish when I say that I am not going to  mind making him mine for less-than-noble reasons.”

Michel nodded. He felt the same way. He was excited at the  prospect. Even the bond between him and the other angels was  acceptable to him. They were good men. Strong men. Men that he  would’ve chosen a consort from anyways given a chance.

They reached the landing, and Yuri slid alongside him, smearing  the scent of mint and mango that was uniquely Yuri along his body.  Michel shivered.

“Reminds me of old times, eh, Michel?” Of course Yuri would

bring that up. They’d tussled a time or two after battles on the plain of  Gehenna. Michel’s cock hardened further. They had been very  enjoyable tussles.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Bren snapped as Cross and he tried to  go through the door to the biggest bedroom at the same time.

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“Don’t worry about that, princess. I don’t really want to,” Cross  returned. Michel sighed. How were they ever going to achieve a true  bond if those two wouldn’t get along?

“Where the body goes, my friend,” Dex spoke from behind him as  if he read his mind. Michel nodded. They could only hope.

“You two stop it,” Madigan said with a roll of his eyes. He was  nervous. Michel could tell by the slight trembling of his limbs.

“What are you going to do if we don’t, bright eyes?” Bren asked.  Madigan climbed onto the bed and began stripping again. God, that  was a delicious sight. The look he gave Bren was pure mischief.

“I’m going to beg Dex to shove his huge cock up your ass while  Michel fucks your face so that you can’t protest.”

Michel’s mouth went dry at the mental picture of
 
that
. He’d never  looked at Bren in a sexual way before but now…

“Hmmm, like that idea, Michel?” Madigan asked him. He had  stripped his shirt, and the light played off of his tightly packed abs.  Michel nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Bren’s dark eyes  widened almost comically. It was if he couldn’t believe that Michel  could actually want to participate in what Madigan suggested. Michel  almost laughed.

He was one of Michael’s warriors. It was his nature to indulge  himself in pleasures of the flesh. And all of Madigan’s guardians were  the epitome of heavenly beauty. Out of all the angels, he wagered that  he was the most comfortable with this situation. Though without the  comforting presence of Madigan leading them toward this joining, he  highly doubted that he would be given the opportunity to indulge in  his own personal fantasies.

Yuri caught his eyes knowingly, and they darkened to a burnished  gold. “Everyone strip,” he commanded. His gaze turned to Madigan,  who tensed. “I won’t touch you until you’re ready, little one.” He  made the promise with a slight smile on his lips. Madigan relaxed a  fraction of an inch and nodded.

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The rest of the warriors stripped. Michel licked his lips and glanced around at the collection of angels all preparing to go all out to do their duty. He groaned as Madigan kicked out of his pants. Doing his duty had never been so fucking good.

* * * *

Madigan swallowed. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. His body was rioting happily. His hard length belied the fact that he’d come an hour ago. He was hard as stone. His hand trailed up and down his stomach so that he wouldn’t be tempted to wrap it around his dick and start jerking it off to the five gorgeous men in the room with him.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a while,” he admitted to the room.  They all gave a collective growl of approval that made him blush.

“I pledge myself to you, Madigan,” Yuri said.

“I pledge myself to you, Madigan,” Michel echoed. The others  spoke the same words, repeating the phrase.

Was that it? He felt a moment of disappointment. He’d always  imagined that his marriage ceremony would be a little  more…elaborate. He shook his head to clear it. There was no place  for those sorts of thoughts here. He needed to just enjoy his men.  They were beautiful and deserved his full attention. He wondered who  would reach for him first. Still, they hesitated. Why were they  hesitating? He was nervous enough as is without them holding back.

“We’ll take care of you, bright eyes,” Bren offered. He had a deep  hunger in his eyes. Madigan’s eyes dropped to his protruding arousal.
 
Yum
.

“Any way you need, Madigan,” Cross added. They were  competing for him…again. Madigan sighed, a burst of anger going  through him. It wasn’t supposed to be that way. His eyes went to  Michel as Yuri ran a hand down the angel’s back, eliciting a shiver of  response. Why couldn’t Cross and Bren be open to each other’s

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touch? Dex started nuzzling Yuri’s neck, his tongue darting out and  caressing his nape. Madigan groaned at the sight.

He patted the bed. “Come closer.” They all moved slowly but  deliberately toward him. His body shuddered in want. One by one  they climbed onto the bed. They barely all fit. If their wings were out,  there would’ve been no way. He licked his lips and reached for  Michel. He seemed much more comfortable.

Their lips met, tangled. Michel’s easy hands ran up and down his sides. It was both relaxing and incredibly arousing. The kiss deepened, and he was pressed against Michel from knee to lips.  Michel’s big hands grabbed his buttocks and kneaded the tight muscle he found there. Bren was suddenly at his back, licking his neck and grinding his hard cock against his ass. Michel’s hands grabbed Bren’s hips and brought him even more flush against him. The three-sixty-degree embrace made him dizzy.

Dex produced a small tube of lubrication from God knew where and handed it to Bren. Madigan broke the kiss and gave Dex a smile of thanks. Michel didn’t miss a beat. Instead, he continued to kiss

down his lover’s chest.

“I–I don’t know if I can do this.” Cross’s trembling voice was  shocking. Madigan tilted his head to the side and saw Yuri on his  belly in front of Cross, ready to take Cross’s thick cock into his  mouth.

“Oh, for the love of God. Don’t be a drama queen. Doesn’t  Raphael ever let you get laid?” Bren’s smart mouth went off  expectedly. Madigan reached around and popped him on the mouth  with his hand.

“Knock it off. Not all of us are used to orgies,” Madigan said  gently. He looked at Michel. “Do you mind…”

“Not at all, cutey,” Michel said, reading his mind. He gave him a  soft kiss. “I’ll get my turn soon enough.”

As soon as Michel backed off, Michel was embraced by Yuri. The  brown-haired angel crawled on him like a jungle gym, devouring his

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mouth as he went. Madigan sighed. That was a wonderful sight. His  sex jumped as his hormones kicked into overdrive. This felt so good.

“Bren, I’m going to need your help with this. I need you to be  supportive.” He looked into the unreal depths of his soon-to-be  lover’s eyes. “Can you do that, Bren? No smart-ass comments?”

The dark-haired angel nodded, and Bren shuddered as if  anticipating the pleasure to come. Madigan reached out and took  Cross’s hand. “Come on, Cross,” he whispered. “Be with me. Be  with…us.”

The two angels’ eyes met. There seemed to be a silent exchange occurring between them because when they touched him again, they did so as one. Madigan gasped as rough male hands gripped his hips while another set pinched his already pebbled nipples.

“You’re beautiful, bright eyes,” Bren complimented from behind him. Madigan cupped Cross’s face and brought it down for a soft kiss.

“You okay?”

“Oh hell, Madigan. We’re supposed to be protecting you. Not the other way around,” Cross murmured. He pressed his lips against  Madigan’s. “Don’t worry about me, baby. I got this.”

Bren pressed soft kisses to the nape of Madigan’s neck, licking the sensitive skin before delivering little bites on the wet flesh. It was  Madigan’s turn to shiver. It felt good to have his men against him.  The dark-haired angel’s hands ran down his sides to cup the tight globes of his buttocks, separating them slightly. Cross came closer so that they were pressed snugly against one another. Madigan’s hands crept up his shoulders as the big angel deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing in feverish delight.

“Hmmm that’s hot.” Bren’s words made Madigan moan into the warm recesses of Cross’s mouth. Then something warm and wet pressed against Madigan’s tight rosette. He jumped. Bren’s chuckle made some of the tension go out of his limbs. “Easy, baby. Just warming you up.” His voice sounded lower than it had a second ago, and Madigan couldn’t resist a peek over his shoulder. Bren’s mouth

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was hovering over Madigan’s spread cheeks. He met his eyes and  leaned forward, giving Madigan’s unoccupied entrance a deep lap of  his tongue.

“Holy shit!” he squeaked. No one had ever done that to him  before. It felt good, a little odd, but good. Bren did it again, deepening  the kiss that he was giving Madigan’s tight ring. The nephilim panted.

Cross’s hand wrapped around his swollen cock from in front of  him as if drawing his attention back to him. The dual sensations made  Madigan’s eyes roll as they started a rhythm. Bren gave teasing licks  of his tongue in a slow, steady pace, loosening his backside while  Cross pulled and twisted the head of his dick in a way that let  Madigan get right to the edge but never let him fall off of it. Two  fingers slid into his tight sheath, wiggling around until they scored the  tiny knot of pleasure inside him.

He was whimpering in need. His instincts clamored at him that he  needed to be fucked and fucked hard. Fucked by all of them. His eyes  went to the other men, his other men. Yuri was deep throating  Michel’s hard cock while Dex pounded into him behind. All of their  eyes were on Madigan and the two men he was in between. He  shuddered.
 
Hell yes
. He couldn’t wait for more.

“
Bren
,” he groaned. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” The fingers  almost immediately withdrew, and the pop of the lid for the  lubrication followed. Good. He needed to be filled like the sun needed

to rise and set every day. It was necessary for his sanity. The sound of  Dex’s flesh slapping against Michel’s while Yuri slurped him like an  ice-cream cone was more than Madigan’s sexually starved body could  handle. He tore his eyes away to look down at Cross’s hand as it  pumped up and down his shaft. His mouth started to water.

“Hm, will you let me suck you, Cross?” he asked huskily. He  knew he had to look as desperate as he felt. He was practically  thrumming with desire.