Downs, Jana - Angel Bound [His Guardian Angels 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove - Serialized) (10 page)

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cocksucking skills because the length of Cross’s body alone required  more than Madigan thought he could handle. He’d have to ask Michel  for lessons later.

“Fuck yeah it does,” Bren admitted. His eyes bounced between  what Madigan was doing and what Cross and Michel was doing, like  he couldn’t decide what he wanted to look at more. Dex surprised  Madigan by reaching out with his other hand and kneading Bren’s  already tight sac. Madigan moaned, his hips swiveling. Now this was  the visual he was talking about. Dex’s eyes met his.

“I like to touch,” Dex murmured shyly. Madigan smiled at him  and gave himself another long stroke.

“I like it when you touch.” He licked his lips.

Bren cried out, his body jerking as he reached his peak.  Apparently, today had been too much of a sensual overload for the  guy because he came hard enough that his milky pleasure splattered  Madigan’s stomach and upper thighs. He mumbled inarticulate words  over and over as he continued to jerk himself until nothing else came

out.

“Hmm, Bren,” Madigan purred in compliment. He used his  fingers to swipe up a drop or two of spunk and brought it to his lips to  taste. He suckled his fingers, enjoying the salty, sweet taste of Bren. It  was so damn good.

Dex lost it then, adding his pleasure to the sticky mess that was  already on Madigan’s body. It dripped down the vee of Madigan’s  thighs to his tightly drawn balls. Madigan spread it up his cock, using  it as lubrication to get the amount of friction he needed.

He shouted at the sensation. It was so much better this way. The  smells were driving him crazy. He looked over to watch as Michel’s  blond head bobbed up and down on Cross’s thick length.

“Yeah, baby. Suck him good,” Madigan encouraged. Cross  growled low in his throat, the sound inhuman and sexy as hell.  Cross’s eyes were locked on Madigan’s hand movements. “Come for

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me, Cross. Come in Michel’s pretty mouth. I love his lips. Don’t you  love his lips?” Madigan babbled.

“Yeah. Love those lips. So good. Mouth is so hot,” Cross spat as  Michel increased the speed of his movements. Cross’s hand wound  into Michel’s hair, and he began to fuck himself into Michel’s mouth.

Madigan whimpered and moved his hand faster, seeking relief. He  wanted to come so badly. Michel winked at him around a mouthful of  Cross, and Madigan couldn’t help but smile. Michel was so much fun.

Cross shouted his release, his head falling back and every muscle  tensing for the final moment of completion. It was striking. Like  something that should be in an art museum. Madigan’s own body  began to jerk, and distantly he was aware of Michel crying out right  along with him. His brain short-circuited, lights flashing behind his  eyelids. His balls drew up so hard that it was almost painful. Hot  pleasure erupted like a geyser shooting across his chest and even  hitting his cheek. His muscles trembled and jerked, his nerve endings  dancing as pleasure poured through his body.

After endless seconds of wondrous pain-bliss, Madigan sagged in  relief. He was panting hard. His eyes slid shut, and he was almost  thankful that the hunters had come for him. If what he had to pay was  his life for just one moment of this, he almost thought it was worth it.

“Fuck. Me. That was…” Bren began. He trailed off as if he  couldn’t put into words what the experience had meant.

“Yeah.” Dex agreed, sitting down so that he was no longer on his  knees. Cross pulled out from between Michel’s lips and groaned as he  did. He looked totally embarrassed. Madigan felt like purring like a  satisfied housecat. Michel licked his lips and grinned, laying down  beside Madigan.

“That was hot, cutey.” The blond-haired angel laughed. “You’re a  naughty kid.” Madigan grinned.

“I try.”

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“Cross! Dex! Where the hell are you guys?” a jovial voice called  from somewhere downstairs. The entire room froze, the magic of the  moment gone in an instant.

“Shit. He’s early,” Bren cursed. All the angels scrambled off of  the bed, haphazardly throwing on clothing as they went.

“Oh man. Yuri is going to be such a jerk about this,” Michel  grumbled as he yanked on his sweats. “He’s got a worse mouth on  him than me.”

“Hey, I thought your mouth looked pretty damn good from where  I was at,” Bren joked as he pulled on his denims. Cross started  coughing like he’d choked on his own spit or something.

“Shut. Up. Bren,” the redhead demanded.

“Hello?” the voice called. The sound of footsteps on the stairs had  them all dashing for the door.

“Hold the fuck up, Yuri!” Bren yelled. He was the first one to  reach the door.

They all barreled out, leaving Madigan alone with the mess. He sighed. It was hard to be mad about it, though. He should’ve been embarrassed by his wanton behavior, but he just didn’t have the energy. As carefully as he could, he stood and made his way over to the attached master bathroom in search of towels.

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Chapter Eleven

Yuri stared at his fellow guardians as they ushered him into the kitchen and away from the upstairs. They were all flushed, nervous, their motions tense. His eyes met Dex’s from across the room as he stood by the entryway into the pantry. He’d half thought that they’d been kidding when Dex had said “we’re” busy. Apparently not. At least that would make it easier on them when Yuri spilled his news to them.

“So what’s up, guys?” he asked, crossing his thick arms over his  defined pecks. He hadn’t bothered to wear a shirt. He’d flown in from  South America. The distance alone had him sweating despite the  altitude. Of course, that was why they sent him. He was the best flyer  and the fastest. As one of Uriel’s angels, he was built for speed and  long-distance travel.

“We were taking care of our charge,” Cross said simply. He was  always the levelheaded one. Thus why Raphael had put him in charge  of their ragtag team. It was unheard of for angels of all choirs to work  together.

Yuri scoffed. “If by taking care of you mean banging. Sure.” They  all winced at his wording. Among all of the angels, he’d probably  spent the most time on Earth. It certainly showed in his language. It  amused him to ruffle their feathers, so to speak. “So what’s got all  your dicks in a twist? He some kind of super slut?”

He didn’t even see the fist coming at his face, but he sure as hell  felt the crunch as it collided with his nose. His head whipped back,  blood exploding from him in a wide arch.
 
Fuck
.
 
That hurt
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momentarily stunned as he was knocked back into the cabinetry. Bren  snarled in his face, hauling back like he was going to hit him again.

“Bren, stand down!” Cross was yelling from somewhere over his  shoulder. Though Yuri sure as fuck noticed that the guy wasn’t  pulling Bren off of him.

“Don’t you ever talk about him like that, you piece of shit!” Bren  shouted in his face. Blood dripped down Yuri’s mouth, and he spat it  on the white tile floor, leaving a pink stain. Bren fisted his shirt and  lifted him a foot off the ground. “Do you fucking hear me, Yuri?”

“Let go of me now, psycho. Or else I’m going to fucking murder  you.” Yuri tried to keep his voice calm. Energy and anger thrummed  through his body like a physical force. His muscles jumped eagerly  like dogs pulling on their leads. He could already feel the tissue  reknitting in his nose as what was broken was reset and fixed. The  benefits of being an angel. That wasn’t the point. The principle of the  thing had to be addressed. He was going to whip Bren’s fucking ass.  What did he think he was doing? Why the hell did he care about their  charge’s reputation so much? They’d known him a grand total of a  day!

“Bren! What the hell are you doing? Get off of him!” an  unfamiliar voice shouted. Bren dropped him like a scalding stone.  Yuri landed on his feet but it jarred his knees.
 
The bastard
. He was  shaking in rage. He turned his golden eyes and opened his mouth to  tell whoever was interfering to fuck off.

Dark green eyes and a face that belonged on a frigging statue had  him snapping his jaw shut. His nose twitched as the stranger’s smell  hit his nostrils. Was this their charge? Holy Christ, he was beautiful,  and he smelled
 
so
 
good.

“Hi,” Yuri murmured a little breathlessly. If someone asked, he  was blaming it on the fight.

The little redhead glared. “Hi yourself, dickhead. Why were you  picking a fight with the guys?”

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“I wasn’t trying to pick a fight,” Yuri answered defensively.  “Bren jumped me.”

“Don’t make dumbass comments, and I wouldn’t have to jump  your ass,” Bren groused.

“Temper, temper, Luci’s angel,” Yuri goaded, trying to distract  himself from the weird attraction to the nephilim.

“I said stop harassing Bren,” Raphael’s son interrupted before he  could really get Bren going again. He wanted to finish the fight they’d  started.

Yuri turned his gaze toward him. “Who put you in charge of this outfit, son of Raphael?” His eyes flicked toward Cross. “Last time I checked, it was Cross’s job to tell me what to do.”

The nephilim held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not attacking you. I just want you to stop fighting with everyone.” He paused.  “You’re the one they’ve been waiting for?” Yuri nodded slowly. The change in attitude was a little disconcerting. Their charge looked at  Bren. “You don’t need to jump people like that, Bren. Sticks and stones, okay?” Yuri was shocked when Bren nodded his head and looked down in embarrassment. Those green eyes turned back toward him. “Why don’t you come into the living room with us and sit down?  I bet you’re tired.”

Again, Yuri nodded. He was oddly touched by the concern in the nephilim’s voice. The charge favored him with a smile, the enticing scent growing with each passing second.
 
Hmmm…
He’d almost forgotten what it was like to be around a nephilim going through the transition period between youth and adult. It had to be his pheromones that were so enticing. No wonder the others had started tangling with him already. The boy was lucky he hadn’t been fucked six ways from Sunday. And Yuri didn’t doubt that he hadn’t been fucked yet. He wouldn’t be walking right now if that was what he’d interrupted. Of course, if he’d come in during an actual fuckfest, then the other angels would’ve probably yelled at him to piss off. They were all virile warriors who weren’t used to waiting on action.

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“What is your name, son of Raphael?” Yuri asked as he was led  back down another hallway and into an open space with several  couches and a big television.

“You’re the only one who doesn’t seem to know it,” the charge  replied, amusement lacing his voice. Yuri’s annoyance spiked. He  didn’t like being made fun of. “I’m Madigan,”

“I’m Yuriel. Everyone calls me Yuri.” Yuri introduced himself  without thinking. He’d hate to be called by his full name. That was his  father’s name, so being called Yuriel was just weird to him.

“Nice to meet you,” Madigan said politely. “So what did you do  to piss Bren off so much?”

Yuri hesitated. He wasn’t really supposed to lie, but the  alternative wasn’t very pleasant. He didn’t want to admit to this  lovely creature that he may or may not have inadvertently called him  a whore. “Uh…” he stalled.

“He was just being his normal, dickhead self,” Bren finished for  him and Yuri was grateful for the interruption. Though the glare shot  in his direction clued him in that it wasn’t for his benefit in the

slightest.

Yuri made a beeline toward the comfortable-looking leather  recliner and plopped down on it. He gave a groan of thankfulness as it  embraced his body. Man he was tired. He hadn’t realized exactly how  tired he was until that moment. He rubbed his eyes and watched as  Madigan sat on the couch opposite him, Cross and Bren on either side  of him, and Dex and Michel behind them. Interesting. Well, didn’t  Yuri feel like Johnny-come-lately. He had the strangest urge to snarl  at the group of them for leaving him out. Which was insane. Instincts  were a bitch.

“So where did you fly in from?” Madigan wondered. Michel  handed their charge a bottle of water, which he sipped from. Yuri  licked his lips. He hadn’t had a chance to get anything to drink yet.  The nephilim glanced from the bottle to him and back again. He  tossed it, and Yuri caught it easily though he was surprised. Was the

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half angel a mind reader? Yuri took a grateful swig, nearly draining it

in one long gulp before he answered.

“South America.”

Madigan’s eyes widened. “Eden is in South America? I always thought it would be in Africa or something.”

“Common misconception and kind of a moot point either way.  Eden hasn’t been Eden since Pangaea. There are little pieces of Eden everywhere. It’s just the largest chunk happens to be in South  America,” Yuri supplied. He drained the rest of the bottle. Dex disappeared and reappeared with another bottle in hand. The other angel tossed it to him. “Thanks.”