Authors: Jana Downs
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His brown eyes darkened with something that Madigan took to be lust.
“Beautiful, aren’t they? Like two titans ready to do battle.” Michel’s voice was whispering in his ear like it was a conspirator’s secret. Madigan agreed wholeheartedly. Michel’s hands drew him into his body, and his medium-length, blond hair teased his ear. Madigan leaned against him, enjoying the feel of his muscles as they reclined on the couch and watched Cross and Bren argue. Arguing had never turned him on before, but hell, with these angels, there was a first time for everything.
“Do you think that you could look at me like you’re looking at them for a minute?” Michel asked, turning Madigan’s chin so that they could look at one another in the eyes. He really had the most gorgeous eyes Madigan had ever seen. They were liquid ice, the blue so pure that they were glacial. His lust started to burn brighter. He would love to slide against Michel. He’d be the one he’d want to try new things with. He wouldn’t be crazy intense like Bren and Cross. He’d be fun. Michel slowly smiled. “Better. Much better.” They glanced over in time to see Cross shove Bren into a wall, causing the pictures on it to clatter to the floor. It was hard to tell if they were fighting or kissing. Looked like both. Cross jerked back his head with a hiss. Blood dripped from his lip and slid down his chin. Bren must’ve bitten him.
Madigan grinned at the feral display. Angels were fun. “What do you say we move this to a bigger room?” he asked Michel as he stood. The angel cocked his head to the side and returned the grin as if he caught Madigan’s thought.
“You
are
your father’s son.”
Even Dex chuckled at the comment. Madigan took one hand from each of the remaining angels and started up the stairs.
“Where the hell are you going?” Bren snapped from his position against the wall.
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“Michel, Dex, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Cross snapped at the same time. Madigan threw a look of pure evil over his shoulder.
“Stop fucking around and come find out.” He tugged on Michel’s and Dex’s hands and continued up the steps, knowing that the other two angels would be right behind them.
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Chapter Nine
As an angel of death, Dex was normally unconcerned with physical pleasures. Of course he’d never been the guardian angel of a nephilim going through puberty before. He was harder than stone. In his considerably long life, he didn’t remember ever being so aroused by another being before.
He looked down at their entwined fingers. It felt right to be walking beside this beautiful boy with his fellow guardians. Madigan smiled, and his heart tripped over itself. The boy was gorgeous and kind. Everything an angel could want in a consort. His eyes flicked to Michel. Even if he had to share, it would be worth it.
“Is this okay?” Madigan’s voice was unsure as they neared a bedroom door on the second floor. It swung open to reveal a huge canopy bed big enough to accommodate all of them.
Dex squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Yes, Madigan. This is okay.”
The pounding footsteps behind them told him that Bren and Cross were not going to be left out of the fun. Dex shook his head. His long, brown hair fell into his face to hide his smirk. Those two were two
sides of the same coin. Aggression, dominance, and the need to control ran deep within them. Michel was relaxed and easygoing. He could swing either way on the dominance scale and appreciated the benefits of both. Just like Dex.
Madigan looked like he was on cloud nine. His erection was scrunched up against the front of his pants, tenting the denim. Dex found himself gravitating toward the boy. He wanted to touch every inch of that silken, creamy skin. His bare chest was a temptation in
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itself. Madigan’s nipples were already pebbled from Bren’s administrations. They were rosy red from the nibbles and bites. He’d ached to take his place beside Michel and Bren and nip at those bits of flesh downstairs.
They were going to be in big trouble with their respective archangels when they finished their mission for this. But he felt like they were all a runaway train that none of them were willing or able to stop. Madigan’s will pulled them all toward this.
“Touch me, Dex.” Madigan’s husky whisper sent a shiver of want down Dex’s spine. He was so ready for this. Dex moved forward and tilted Madigan’s head up so that he could kiss him. Poor kid was short enough that kissing Dex while standing was a feat in itself.
“We’re not to penetrate him,” Cross’s voice sounded from behind them, part command, part desperation. Dex knew that he needed the rest of the guardians to back him on this. Not only because of the repercussions but because it would take all of them working together to control their sexual impulses. Madigan’s pheromones would overwhelm any of them one-on-one.
“Agreed,” Dex spoke as his lips met the curve of Madigan’s neck and caressed the line with his tongue. The nephilim whimpered and plastered his body against Dex’s. The hard press against his thigh made the angel tighter if that was possible.
“Agreed,” Michel seconded.
A long sigh let everyone know that Bren wasn’t happy about it. “Agreed,” the other angel said reluctantly.
He ignored the pulse of energy that signaled him that a message was waiting. He didn’t want to hear from Yuri or any of the archangels right now. It pulsed again, more insistently this time. He cursed. This could not be happening right now!
“Dex, answer me, you asshole.” Yuri’s voice echoed loudly through the room. Dex’s hands tightened around Madigan. He looked at the ceiling as the portal of communication opened.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
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“There you are. I was wondering if you were ever going to answer.” Yuri’s light brown hair and golden eyes were filled with annoyance. “I’m going to be earlier than expected. Tell the guys.”
“We’re a little busy.” He growled. He knew it sounded like muttering to the rest of them. Sometimes he hated being an angel of death. The burden of communication was thrust upon all the angels of his choir. Whoever had his frequency could reach him anywhere and anytime.
Yuri’s eyes widened. “You’re fucking Raphael’s son?” His eyes narrowed. “Wait…‘We’? Who is we?” Understanding lit his face along with a huge grin. He nearly fell out of the sky he was laughing so hard.
“What is so funny?” Dex snapped louder than he meant to. Every pair of eyes in the room turned toward him. Dex sighed. That was so embarrassing. This was why Lord Gabriel’s choir only hung out with one another.
“Nothing, man. Nothing. I’ll see you guys in about an hour.” Yuri winked. “Enjoy yourself.”
Dex rolled his eyes and found Madigan staring up at him. Madigan reached up and cupped his cheek.
“I want you here with me, Dex,” Madigan demanded. The smaller man nearly climbed up his six-and-a-half-foot frame. He kissed him passionately, putting into his kiss a strength that was unexpected in a man his size.
“Yuri will be here in an hour.”
“Then we best hurry,” Cross answered him from somewhere over his right shoulder. Dex nodded. Yeah. They would need to hurry.
“I–I have an idea,” Madigan stammered. Dex kneaded his ass through his denim.
“What’s your idea, sweetheart?” Dex claimed his lip in a gentle kiss. Madigan hesitated. “Whatever you want is yours, Madigan.” The smaller man pulled out of his arms and headed toward the bed. Dex watched in fascination. What was the kid up to?
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Chapter Ten
Madigan’s body was thrumming with erotic energy. He wanted to fuck. He needed to fuck. He was going to die if he didn’t fuck. He just knew it. He kicked off his pants and jumped onto the made canopy bed, looking over his shoulder as his guardians gave a collective sigh of appreciation of his assets. He knew he looked good. Men at clubs had been trying to pick him up for years. He’d never been interested. The proud jut of flesh between his legs now proudly proclaimed that it was most certainly interested in whatever attention it could get this morning.
What he wouldn’t give to have each of them take him in turn. He sighed at the thought. Oh, that idea was heavenly. This overactive libido was clouding his brain, turning him into a puddle of want. Cross had said it was a natural reaction. The last time he’d checked,
wanting to conduct an orgy in his mother’s bedroom with half a dozen angels wasn’t necessarily natural. These urges were killing him.
He reached down and gave his hard prick a stroke. He groaned, and the angels echoed him in turn. He licked his lips and did it again, letting his back bow so that his ass tightened nicely. He was buzzed off their reactions to him. Cross had said not actual fucking, but maybe he could convince them…
“Turn around, bright eyes. Let us see that thick cock you’re stroking.” Bren’s commanding voice grabbed him by the balls and squeezed oh so nicely. He rolled over onto his back, positioning himself in the very center of the bed. “That’s it, bright eyes. Stroke that hard dick for us.”
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“Angels aren’t supposed to talk like that.” Madigan tsked, doing
as he was commanded. He beckoned them closer with his other hand.
“Get up here. Everyone.”
One by one they climbed onto the bed and surrounded him. Madigan gasped as their combined scents coated him like a warm mist, settling into his skin like a steam bath. His eyes rolled, and he toyed with the tip of his dick in his hand. He was going to blow soon. He was hypersensitive to their very presence. He didn’t know how he was ever going to stand it if he actually got to touch them.
“What was your idea, sweetheart?” Dex asked. He was so damn sexy. He looked the most rugged out of the bunch with his fiveo’clock shadow and his long hair. Those apple-green eyes seemed to stare right through his soul.
“Take off your clothes.” Madigan addressed them all, squirming. If they actually gave him his way, he was going to fly to the moon. Shirts and pants started flying everywhere. It would’ve been funny had he not been so damn turned on. He’d never seen anyone undress as fast as his guardians did. They all obliged him, not the least bit embarrassed by their nudity. Had to be an angel thing.
Once they were blissfully naked, Madigan looked at each in turn, savoring the way each and every one looked different. It was like they were all different flavors of ice cream and Madigan was privileged enough to get a scoop of every one.
“Touch yourselves,” Madigan begged. “I want to see how much you want this.” They hesitated, glancing at one another. He wasn’t the only one who had never been in this situation before. Dex leaned down and traced Madigan’s lips with his fingertip.
“You want to watch us play while we watch you?” he asked as if to clarify. Madigan nodded, his balls drawing tight at the very idea. Dex took his massive prick in hand and began to stroke, his eyes never leaving Madigan’s hand as it pumped up and down his dripping cock. Fuck that was hot.
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“Christ.” It was Michel who’d spoken. Madigan looked over to see him biting his bottom lip and jerking himself hard. Madigan purred at the sight. His eyes lit on Bren and Cross expectantly. They glared at one another.
“Please,” Madigan whined. “I want to watch, Bren. Come on, Cross. Please?” Bren shrugged his shoulders.
“Whatever you want, bright eyes. I’m game.” There was a challenge there. Madigan had to resist the urge to smile. Those two were getting competitive.
“Cross?” Madigan asked, reaching down to fondle his balls. He knew he looked wanton from this position from the way Cross sucked in a breath at the motion. He wanted to entice the angel into playing with the rest of them.
Cross gave a curt nod as if agreeing to a dangerous mission instead of a pleasurable one. Someone was going to have to loosen him up a little more.
“You like to suck cock, Michel?” Madigan asked suddenly. Michel’s blue eyes were sparkling as he nodded. “Give Cross a hand, er, mouth, would you?”
Cross’s hand stilled. “I didn’t say anything about that.” His protest sounded weak at best.
“Tsk, tsk, Cross. Only rule you laid down was no fucking,” Madigan reminded mischievously.
“Saucy, sexy fucking nephilim,” Bren rumbled, panting for breath. Oh, Madigan was loving this game. He felt powerful despite the size difference between him and the other men. He may have been the weakest physically, but he had power over them. He loved it. “Go ahead, Michel,” Bren goaded. “Suck Cross-stitch’s piece of meat good.” Cross glared at the comment but allowed Michel to get on his elbows in front of him so that he was eye level with his arousal.
“Does it turn you on to watch another man lick me, Bren?” Cross asked. The sentence ended in a deep groan as Michel took him all the way to the back of his throat. The angel had to have serious