Angel Kin (11 page)

“Floor?” Cross wondered, eyeing the plush white carpet.

“Floor,” Yuri agreed, quickly stripping off the rest of his clothing.  He was thrumming with energy, stimulated by watching his three  lovers as they rolled around on the bed and by the two others who  were ready to engage him in some play as well. The three-sixtydegree sensation appealed to him in a way that he doubted regular sex  would ever truly satisfy again. He’d do anything in his power to  ensure that never happened. Love was the only way to describe what  he was feeling in any term that came close to the naked longing he  had for each and every one of them.

Michel hit the floor first, getting on this hands and knees,  obviously displaying himself in the position he had a preference for  currently. Yuri went to his knees in front of him. The caps of his  knees dug into the carpet, but it had surprisingly little give. Cross  bolted over to the side dresser where Madigan had put out two tubes  of lube. They ought to have bought stock in a company that sold the  stuff as much as they used. The idea struck Yuri as funny, and he  laughed as Cross slicked himself up, put a generous amount in his  hand, and then hurried back.

“What?” Cross asked as he returned and sank to his knees

opposite Yuri.

“We need to buy that stuff in bulk,” Yuri commented, motioning

toward the nightstand.

Michel rolled his eyes. “He’s obviously thinking too much if he can make jokes.” He then assured that Yuri wouldn’t be thinking at all because he chose that moment to suck Yuri’s dick into the back of his

throat.

“Jesus!” Yuri gasped, his hips moving involuntarily in time to the  suction being applied to him.
 
Fuck
. Well, Michel certainly had a  mouth on him.
 
Damn
. He looked up in time to see Dex flip Madigan  over like he weighed next to nothing and enter him in one feral thrust.  The low growl of approval that issued from the big angel’s mouth was  enough to send a bolt of lust through Yuri.

Madigan keened beautifully, pushing himself up on all fours to  give a counter push to every lunge Dex issued. Bren snarled,  possessiveness written in every line of his body. He fisted Madigan’s  hair, forcing the nephilim to accept the hot line of cock into his  mouth. Madigan whimpered, but it was a sound of enjoyment that  only served to turn everyone on more.

Cross drew his attention by smacking Michel’s high, round ass.  The unexpected motion made Michel jump and swallow before  moaning around the prick in his mouth. Yuri gasped at the sensation  and fucked himself into Michel’s willing mouth.

“You’re so Goddamn beautiful,” Yuri complimented, meeting  Michel’s glittering, blue eyes as his length shuttled in and out of his  mouth. Cross popped his backside again, and Michel shuddered.

“Stay still for a second, Michel. I need to get you ready,” Cross  commanded as he circled the rosette with a fingertip before shoving  one finger into Michel’s hot core. “Damn, baby. You’re going to feel  good wrapped around me.” Cross usually wasn’t so vocal, Madigan’s  announcement had obviously turned his buttons in all the right ways.

“Hurry, Cross,” Yuri panted. The suction of Michel’s mouth on  his prick was fast becoming too much. Cross must’ve heard the  urgency in Yuri’s voice because he did away with the pleasantries and  pressed the head of his cock against Michel’s entrance. The look of  concentration and pleasure on Cross’s face as he sank into Michel’s

depths was a beautiful sight. Every hard line was etched there, every  subtle hint of pleasure.

Yuri stroked his hand down Michel’s face, complimenting him  without words about how beautiful he was and how wonderful he

made him feel. Michel’s eyes were closed tight, and a look of bliss  stole over his face as Yuri and Cross were firmly situated in his mouth  and ass. They moved in unison, their rhythm one that they had  perfected over the course of their relationship. The amount of time  they’d been together didn’t matter, nothing mattered but how  wonderful it felt to be locked in a multiple embrace with their lovers.

Orgasm burned up Yuri’s spine, catching him off guard as Dex  shouted out his pleasure from inside Madigan’s sweet body. Before he  could think to warn Michel, he shot inside his suckling mouth,  flooding it with his pleasure as he came hard. Michel dutifully sealed  his mouth, taking what Yuri gave him with gentle laps of his tongue.  As the last shudder left his body, Michel drew back.

“Like that, Yuri?” he asked, his spine bowing as Cross hit a  rhythm that scored his sweet spot. He looked so pleasure worn with  his lips swollen and his body flushed from what they were doing to  him.

“Yeah,” Yuri panted. “Loved that.” He winced as he shifted on his  knees. Yeah, carpet burn was a bitch. He sat down on his ass and  leaned against a nearby armoire to watch his lovers work. The sore  knees were worth the discomfort of being surrounded by these  beautiful, unearthly men.

* * * *

Madigan tensed as Dex came deep inside him. The throbbing heat of his cock was like coming home. The nephilim hunger wasn’t sated, though. It never was with just one of them when he was like this.
 
I love them. I love them. I love them.
 
He chanted the phrase over and over in his head, knowing that they were his forever and always and

that he never had to worry about anything taking them away from him  emotionally. That confidence, that absolute faith, was dizzying.

Dex pulled out with a groan, rolling to the side and panting  heavily as Bren pulled out of Madigan’s eager mouth and took Dex’s  place behind Madigan. He was almost feral as he snarled something  complimentary about Madigan’s backside and shoved the length of  his cock into Madigan’s stretched passage.

Madigan shuddered against the sensation of being filled up once  again. He loved that they could turn him mindless. His eyes met  Cross’s from across the few feet that separated them. The look of raw  hunger on his face as he pounded into Michel was just the sort of  image that had Madigan spasming around the hard cock inside him.

Bren growled at the feeling and worked his hips harder, kneading  the globes as he fucked himself ever closer to the precipice and key to  his release.

“Bren!” Madigan whimpered as he changed the angle of his  thrusts so that his dick slid along his prostrate in unending, grinding  pleasure. His mind was a haze of want, and nothing seemed more  pressing than the need to come. If someone touched his dick right  now, he’d go off like a roman candle, but he didn’t want to fall off the  edge of the abyss just yet. He wanted to be right with Bren until they  fell together.

Madigan was loving the animal edge that Bren was giving him.  Out of all his lovers, Bren was probably the one that lost control the  most in the bedroom. With a couple well-placed touches, he could be  turned into a snarling beast, and Madigan loved the rough attention he  got from it. He thrust his hips back to let Bren go deeper into  Madigan’s tightening body. Every sensation was heightened, every  touch amplified by need that went beyond the physical desire to

orgasm.

“Please,” Madigan whispered as he teetered on the edge of  pleasure. He was going to fall, and he knew that he wanted Bren to be  with him when he did. Just when he thought he was going to have to

go alone, Bren’s hips began the driving, uneven pace of a man at the  end of control. Gratefully, Madigan met him, crying out his pleasure  as Bren fucked himself through an orgasm. Lucifer’s angel snarled an  “I love you” as he fell, and even in the throes of ecstasy, Madigan  returned the sentiment with his whole heart. He’d never known love

like this until he loved his angels.

Madigan’s eyes slid shut as Bren pulsed inside him, content with  their joining in a way that left him boneless. He felt so close to them.  Distantly, he heard Cross shout out his pleasure to the heavens and  smiled as Michel did the same. Being at the center of their attentions  was the most amazing thing in the universe. Forget finding out that  angels existed, that his father was an archangel, or that he was going  through some weird version of celestial puberty. Nothing compared to  being in love with all of his men.

“Hmmm, glad you guys like the idea of getting married so much,”  he teased, stretching his arms out in front of him in an effort to get  more comfortable. Bren pulled out with a sigh of loss and rolled from  him, no doubt to go in search of washcloths for them all.

“What can we say, cutey? The idea of putting a ring on your  finger and shoving cake in your face gets us all hot and bothered,”  Michel said from his place on the floor. It was the first time in what  felt like forever that he’d made a quip like that. Madigan could  already tell that the sanctuary was going to be good for his men. He  just knew it.

* * * *

“We need the California king bed and the width of a regular king  bed. That should give us enough room to work with,” Yuri said as he  flipped through web pages on the laptop he’d had delivered to  Marius’s house within days of them staying there. It was Friday night,  and everyone was winding down after a long day of real estate tours  that had them finally putting in a bid on a two story toward the center

of town. Madigan was still under the impression that this was still  some crazy, wonderful dream he was going to wake up from at any  minute.

“I hope the suits we ordered will be done in time.” Madigan  fussed as he put the finishing touches on the wedding cake. He was  having to make it in sections and assemble it the day of their friends’  wedding because he didn’t have a walk-in fridge that he could store it  in. It was rather frustrating, but it was something he was going to  remedy at their home. Julianna, their realtor, was also looking at some  commercial property for him that was right up the street that looked  like a nice place to set up shop for a bakery. But until he had a space  of his own and a kitchen that was up to his standards, he was just  going to have to live with assembly the day of the event.

“The tailor did promise to have them complete. Yuri and Bren  will go pick them up in the morning, and we shall all be dressed  nicely for the ceremony and reception that afternoon,” Cross assured  for perhaps the millionth time since supper had finished and they had  gone to their own section of the house. Marius, Levi, and Erik had  been noticeably distracted all day and had retired almost immediately  after dinner, skipping the usual bit of television watching that usually  occurred after they ate Madigan’s food.

“I hope Levi and Erik like the cake.” He’d made it a point to keep  the entire thing very hush-hush for the three men who were scheduled  to marry in the morning. While they’d picked out the type of cake and  given general directions, Madigan had saved the semifinished product  for an unveiling at the wedding.

“I’m sure they will, love. You’re very talented.” Cross came  around the island and wrapped his arms around Madigan’s waist.

“So I need opinions about this bed before I have it shipped over to  the house,” Yuri repeated as Madigan pulled out of Cross’s arms to go  tackle the mountain of dishes in the sink. He’d made a mess earlier by  making strawberry muffins for everyone.

“Can we get the combined features of the California and the  regular king?” Madigan asked as he started rinsing off the dishes.  Man, cleaning up after five grown men was a task. Normally, he’d  assign the duty to two of them and then let them handle it, but Dex  had been over at the ceremony space helping some Fallen friends of  Marius to set up columns and arrange benches, Bren had been on and  off the phone all day with realtors, banks, contractors, and angels who  worked with Madigan’s father. Who knew you could actually collect  call heaven? Yuri had been online ordering furniture and the million  and one other things that they needed before they could really move  in. Since their time frame was two weeks, everything needed to be in  place yesterday, and his men were working really hard to get  everything arranged.

Since they’d been working so hard, he figured he’d give them a  break and do the dishes. Just when he thought he was going to get  away with it, Cross’s big hands settled back on his waist and lifted  him out of the way.

“I’ll get it, love,” Cross said, winking as he stole a grope of  Madigan’s backside. Madigan just shook his head at his lover. His  men really did spoil him rotten.

“I can get the bed. The price is kind of ridiculous, but your father  did say spare no expense for your comfort. So should I special order it  or not?” Yuri asked, drawing his attention back to the menial task of  choosing their furniture. At least Yuri was in a good mood today.  He’d been sleeping with the Madigan and a rotating set of men all  week. It seemed to even out his flashes of depression and temper.

“Go ahead and order it,” Madigan said. The idea of all of his men  being able to sleep beside him once again sounded wonderful.