Downs, Jana - Angel Bound [His Guardian Angels 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove - Serialized) (13 page)

“Oh please!” Michel cried out at Madigan’s words. “Want to see  that mouth wrapped around you, Cross. Want it bad.” Dex growled

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and bit his shoulder, which only made Michel groan more  enthusiastically. The way he started to rock forward harder told  Madigan that Dex was liking the image and the idea as well.

“Yes.” Cross’s growl was unexpected and possessive. It seemed  like once he made his mind up about something there was no further  hesitation. That was good because Madigan was dying for a taste.

He bent from the waist, and Cross spread his legs to get a firmer  stance. Without preamble, he took Cross to the back of his throat,  groaning at the taste of sweat, salt, and man that accompanied the  action. Secretly, he’d always loved to suck dick. His enthusiasm in  the past had entertained more than one college boyfriend. But none of  them mattered now. They all paled in comparison to the incredible  men now in his bed.

He knew his position brought him down on all fours, offering up his backside like a twink in a shady bathroom-hookup spot, but he didn’t care.

Bren’s lubed fingers probed his hole for a second before he replaced them with the thick, spongy head of his cock. Madigan trembled, sucking on Cross’s cockhead in an effort to keep from screaming his victory to the heavens.

“God! So friggin’ tight, bright eyes,” Bren groaned through gritted teeth. He pushed forward slowly, but he was still big enough and it had been long enough for Madigan that the nephilim cried out in part pain and pleasure.

“Slowly, Bren,” Cross commanded, beginning shallow thrusts of his own into Madigan’s willing mouth. “You’ll hurt him.”

“I’m going as slow as I know how!” Bren snarled above him. He gave a cruel stroke into Madigan’s tight ass. The nephilim whimpered around Cross’s cock.

“Not slow enough!” Cross snapped back. He was so  overprotective.

Madigan drew off his length with an audible pop. “Shut the fuck  up, Cross. Bren feels so
 
good
. Concentrate on giving me your

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pleasure. Stop worrying so much.” Cross looked down at him with a  kind and equally lusty expression.

“Just want to make sure you’re okay.” He said the words a little  sheepishly. Bren began to pump his hips in earnest now, and Madigan  was having a hard time concentrating on the conversation. He wanted  Cross just as desperate as the rest of them were.

“I’ll be okay if you fuck my mouth until you come down my  throat.” The naughty words darkened Cross’s expression.
 
Yes
.  Madigan internally gave a whoop of triumph. Cross took his cock in  hand and fed it back into Madigan’s mouth.

“Such a bad boy, Madigan,” Cross rumbled, fucking his wet  cavern with abandon. He was finally giving Madigan what he wanted,  and he couldn’t have been happier. Cross’s long rod was  intermittently choking him, so Madigan relaxed the back of his throat  and closed his eyes, giving himself up to the sensation. Behind him,  Bren changed the angle of his thrusts so that each lunge forward  slapped his prostate.
 
Yes. Yes. Just like that. Oh God! Just like that
.  Madigan took up chanting in his mind as he was propelled toward the  edge of bliss.

Somewhere to his side, Michel gave a cry of completion, pushing  Madigan that much closer. Bren grunted his need, his hips losing their  steady pace as he, too, neared the precipice.

“Oh shit, I’m goin’ to come, bright eyes. So fucking tight around  me.” Bren’s sentence ended in a groan, and Madigan felt the oh-soincredible sensation of Bren’s cum splashing against the internal walls  of his ass. Madigan cried out. Wherever the sticky substance touched  seemed to create a blaze within him. It was madness in liquid form,  and he shook with the force of his feelings. He came immediately,  unable to stop the demands of his body as he ejaculated hard against  the coverlet.

He suckled eagerly on Cross’s dick. He needed his hot spunk in his mouth. Needed it like a thirsty man needed water. He was mindless for want of it. Cross shouted his release as the first thick

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ropes of semen hit the back of Madigan’s throat. Madigan whimpered  gratefully, strumming his tongue up and down the thick cock, milking  it for more of the salty, sweet madness that flowed in a river from the  tip. He luxuriated it in. Wanted to fucking drown in it.

After a few minutes of grateful slurping, Madigan pulled off  Cross’s softening length. He licked his lips, searching for another  drop that he’d possibly missed. His body was vibrating like he was in  heat or something. Instead of quelling the fire of need inside him, the  angels’ release just seemed to incite him further.

“What’s wrong with him?” Cross panted, leaning against the  headboard. Madigan made a little noise of want and reached down to  grasp his already hard-as-stone cock. He felt like he would never  release enough to stop the maddening sensation of desire that was  swirling through him like lava in his veins.

Yuri slithered up to their side of the bed and curled against Bren’s  resting form. “Angelic transition. He needs to feel like he mated with  all of us for the binding to be complete.” He palmed his own hard  dick. “We can’t find satisfaction unless we’ve satisfied his need,

either.”

“Oh God!” Madigan groaned, twisting the head of his erection. He  sobbed at the feeling. “I need. I need so
 
bad
.” He glanced at Dex.  “You. Please. You.” Dex’s anaconda dick looked like it would be up  to the job of fucking him into oblivion. He didn’t have to tell  Gabriel’s angel twice. He threw himself across the space that  separated them, nearly causing Cross to fall out of the bed in the

process.

Madigan got on his knees and motioned for Dex to lie down.  “Want to ride you.” His limbs were already trembling from the  exertion of the moment before, but he didn’t care. He crawled up  Dex’s prone body, took his big dick in hand, and lowered himself  onto his massive length.

“Yes!” Dex screamed. Madigan bounced up and down on the rod  beneath him, desperately seeking his pleasure. Dex grabbed his hips

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and started slamming up into him. Madigan threw back his head and  cried out. He wanted Dex’s fiery liquid to fill him. Yet he knew it  wasn’t enough.

“Yuri, Michel, come here.” The words were strangled and  disjointed from the force of Dex’s thrusts.

“Looks like I’m up.” Yuri pressed a kiss to Bren’s mouth, and the  dark-haired angel allowed it. Madigan thought that watching them  touch was almost as good as being touched by them. Almost.  “Thought you didn’t want me to touch you yet, little one,” Yuri  murmured, positioning himself to Madigan’s right. Michel mirrored  him on Madigan’s left. Madigan reached up and grasped both of their  erections in his fists. Both angels gasped.

Madigan felt drunk off these men. “I need you all with me. All of  you.” He ground his eager buttocks down on Dex’s hardness so that it  dragged against his pleasure spot. He arranged them so that both of  them had one leg straddled over Dex’s head. He leaned forward and  took Michel into his mouth and used his other hand to jerk Yuri’s  veiny cock.

In no time flat they were all four near their second peak. Madigan  felt Cross and Bren at his back, heard them as they played with their  arousals in time to Dex’s thrusts. Madigan forced Yuri’s and Michel’s  cocks together so that he could suck on both of the plushy heads at the  same time. Each put a hand in his hair, pushing his head down on  them. He could only, barely, fit the tip of each in his mouth, but it felt  so incredible. Below him, Dex gasped, and he felt the answering flood  of fluid shoot up into his body to mix with the seed that Bren had left  there. Madigan’s eyes rolled. He massaged Michel and Yuri’s tight  sacs desperately.
 
Almost there. So close
. He was delirious with  pleasure.

They jetted into his mouth in unison, giving him what he  desperately needed. The combination of seed was too much, and some  escaped his mouth, splashing against his cheeks and chin. Bren’s and  Cross’s spunk hit his back, leaving sticky proof of their want trailing

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down his spine. He screamed as Dex wrapped his hand around his  pounding arousal, forcing another orgasm from him so that Madigan’s  pleasure hit Dex’s chest and neck. He shuddered as it went on and on.  The nephilim screamed until his throat was hoarse.

Finally, Madigan had nothing left to give and slumped from his  position on Dex’s lap. Careful hands grasped his shoulders and drew  him off Dex’s cock. The smell of sex and angels surrounded him.

“Get a washcloth,” Cross’s commanding voice murmured as he  drew him in between Bren and himself. Madigan licked his lips in a  daze. He closed his eyes in utter contentment. He’d never felt so  satisfied.

Bare feet hit the floor and moved away from the bed. Madigan forced his eyes open.
 
No
. He wanted all of them with him.

“Easy, bright eyes. Michel just went to grab a washcloth to clean you up a bit. He’ll be right back. I promise.” He relaxed at Bren’s reassurance, snuggling to his side.

“You okay, baby?” Cross asked tenderly. A cool, wet cloth passed over his skin. He opened his mouth to reply, but he was so tired he just yawned.

“He’s a little euphoric right now, Cross,” Yuri provided, echoing  Madigan with a louder yawn. “Let him sleep.”

“Is there enough room for everyone?” Michel wondered. Madigan reached out blindly and was rewarded with Michel’s soft grip on his hand. “I think he wants us all to stay.” Madigan wanted to agree. He really did. He was just so bloody sleepy. He yawned again.

“Then we will stay,” Dex said. His voice allowed no room for argument. Madigan sighed happily, settled into the combined embrace of his guardians, and slid into dreamland.

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Chapter Fourteen

“
Cross
 
!” The shout startled Cross out of a dead sleep. He jumped,  rolling to his feet off the bed and drawing his sword of light in one  fell move. He would defend Madigan to the death if necessary. Divine  light surrounded him, and he was suddenly no longer in the bedroom  that they’d shared but in a whitewashed room devoid of anything but  curling, white fog that swirled about his ankles. He was in the In  Between, the place between worlds, between heaven and Earth. Only  one being would’ve summoned him here.

He went to his knees, his sword dissolving. “My lord Raphael.”  The breeze of huge wings kicked up a breeze and ruffled his hair.

“I sent you to watch him, not seduce him!” The piercing shout  made Cross wince.

“You wanted him safe, my lord. We’ve made him safe.”

“You married him without even consulting me.” Raphael’s  disappointed tone made Cross’s chest ache. He was intimately  connected to his Archangel. Raphael was almost like a father to him.  “I had hoped you two would find love and affection with one another  but not like this.” The Archangel sighed and raked a hand through his  long, red hair. “Never like this.”

“You gave the instructions to all of us to protect him no matter  what,” Cross argued. “We made the ultimate decision to join with  him.”

Eyes the exact shade of Madigan’s bore into him, making him shift uncomfortably. “You are now bound in a way that is irrevocable.  You can’t return to the heavens, and he cannot die.” He sighed. “You will have to protect him with the others for the rest of eternity.”

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The idea did not upset Cross nearly as much as it should have.  While he was still unsure of how it was going to work between himself and the others, he knew that he could very easily fall in love with Madigan Parker. He’d try very hard not to kill Bren in the future.  It would make the smaller man sad if he did.

Raphael crossed his arms over his chest, and his light increased tenfold. Cross was blinded by it. “You don’t even care about that, do you?”

“No, my lord. I don’t care about that. I
 
do
 
care for your son.”

“It’s too soon.”

“How long would you have us wait? A year? Ten years? A  hundred years?” Cross wondered. “I respect you, my lord Raphael. I  have served you faithfully since before the Fall. I find myself  uncaring of the dedication that I have to give to Madigan. He needs  me. Perhaps more than you, my lord.”

“You need him as well, Cross. More than you know.” Raphael  sighed. “Go and be with him then. He will be the keeper of your will  now.”

Cross bowed low enough that his forehead grazed the mist.  “Thank you, Raphael. I’m grateful for the assignment you gave me. I am happy in this position.” Happier than he could even admit to himself.

“Your path is not an easy one.” Raphael petted him on the head. “I  couldn’t have chosen better for my son, though.”

Cross lowered his head and smiled into the mist. “Thank you, my  lord.” He paused. “My lord?”

“What is it, Cross?”