Downs, Jana - Angel Bound [His Guardian Angels 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove - Serialized) (6 page)

“A Den of Sanctuary is a place where no divine battle or  punishment may be fought or given out. No immortal can tread there  without express permission of the owner of the property,” Michel  supplied. Madigan’s face must’ve scrunched up in confusion yet

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again. At least there was one angel in the house who was willing to  supply him with details. “It’s sort of a no-man’s-land for immortals, a  place of absolute neutrality.”

Mom nodded and continued. “He wants you all to stay here until  Yuri figures out something that can let you move around a bit easier.  The bakery is just going to have to be closed until you can get back to  work.”

“Where are you going to be?” Madigan asked. His mother had run  that bakery many years before he’d joined on. It should’ve been no  problem for her to continue to do so.

“Well, your father is afraid that the hunters will try and use me to  get access to the sanctuary, so he’s advised that I go stay with your  aunt and uncle in Chicago until you’ve got everything figured out.”

“But, Mom—” Madigan protested.

“I’m going, Madi. There is no reason that I shouldn’t. It’s safer  that way. Besides, I’ve been meaning to take a vacation for the past  ten years and haven’t managed it yet. It’s going to be just fine. You’ll  see. Your father has thought of everything.”

“Everything about how to keep me locked up in a cage for God  only knows how long!” Madigan snapped. He just
 
loved
 
how  everyone was just making decisions about his well-being without  consulting him.

His mom’s eyes narrowed. “Madigan Raphael Parker, you better  check that attitude of yours at the door.” His jaw clenched. He hated  when she used her mom voice with him. After a minute of his silence,

she smiled. “It’ll be good for you to get away from your old mom for  a while, honey. You may even find a young man for yourself out of  the ones your father sent. Who knows? Maybe he was matchmaking  when he picked out these boys to watch over you, hmm?” Every male  in the room started blushing. Madigan knew his own face was scarlet.

“Mom!” he groused. She laughed. Madigan took a sip out of his  coffee cup and stared at the floor. He couldn’t believe she’d just said

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that. He was never going to be able to look at the angels again. It was

so
 
embarrassing.

“I’m having Rachel go out to the shop in the morning and put a  sign on the door. Her husband Richard is coming this week and  making the deliveries for us and bringing over your car in case you  need it. My car is going to stay parked at the airport until I get back.”  She stood and came over to Madigan’s chair. She leaned over and  gave him a peck on the cheek. “You behave while I’m gone. I’ll have  my cell phone on me, so call if you need anything.”

“You’re leaving right now?” Madigan asked incredulously.

“Of course, honey. When did you think I was leaving? No point in  putting it off.” She petted his head. “I’ve already got my bags  packed.”

“Won’t it be expensive to leave your car at the airport for so  long?” Madigan asked desperately. He really didn’t want to be left  alone in this house with all the angels. He needed someone familiar to  be here to balance out the overload of testosterone.

“Your father has everything taken care of, Madi. No worries.” She  turned to the angels. “You better take good care of my Madi. Do you  understand me?” They all nodded solemnly like they were giving  their oaths or something.
 
Give me a break.
 
“Good. Then I’m off. I’ll  call you when I get to Chicago, sweetie. Love you.” She gave him a  tight hug around his neck and yet another kiss on his cheek. “You  take care.”

“Love you, too, Mom,” Madigan said tightly. His chest hurt. He  was going to miss her. They hadn’t spent much time apart since he’d  come back from college. She was more friend than mom at times. “Be  safe.”

“Always am, sweet boy. Always am.” She winked and walked out  of the angel room, closing the French doors behind her.

Madigan sagged in his chair when he heard the front door shut. He  felt so lost. This was the biggest game of “hurry up and wait” he’d  ever had the displeasure of playing.

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“You should go to bed, Madigan.” Cross, as usual, was the first  one to speak.

“You do look tired, cutey,” Michel added.

Madigan nodded. “Yeah. I think I’ll do that. Maybe when I wake  up this will all be just one big fucked-up dream.”

Bren snorted. “Sorry, babe. Hate to bust your bubble, but you  couldn’t dream up something this fucked up.” Dex slapped him on the  back of the head, eliciting a growl from the dark-haired angel. Yeah,  bed was definitely needed. He couldn’t process anything else tonight.

He managed to climb the stairs and pour himself into his queensize bed that he’d used as a teenager in his old room, not even noting  if anything had been changed around or not. It all looked the same on  a cursory glance. Same dark blue wall paint. Same computer desk.  Same bookshelf. New comforter. Weird.

He yawned and stripped off his clothes, throwing them haphazardly in every direction as he did so. When he was down to his boxers, he climbed into the welcoming embrace of his sheets, sighing at the feeling of relief that passed through him as he did so. It would be nice to finally sleep. Maybe it was a dream. He could only hope.

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Chapter Five

He gasped as Cross’s tongue passed over his nipples, lapping at each in turn before continuing its trail down his torso. The slick muscle traced his stomach, swirling around his belly button before sliding lower. Madigan groaned at the incredible feeling of it. The angel’s deep candy-apple-red wings spread out behind him, tempting  Madigan to touch those soft feathers, just once. He couldn’t reach from this angle though. Dammit.

Then he quit worrying about wings because Cross’s hand closed over the tightly drawn balls underneath his very prominent erection.  Madigan wondered briefly when he’d gotten naked before his hips started to surge upward, seeking friction against his hard member.

“Cross!” he panted. The angel’s head descended, swallowing the tip of Madigan’s erection and suckling gently. “Oh, Christ!” The angel pushed forward, sucking him into the back of his throat.  Inarticulate sounds of need were coming out in regular intervals from  Madigan’s throat. The hot, wet feeling of being surrounded by  Cross’s mouth was freaking incredible. He never wanted it to stop.

“That is a beautiful sight.”

Madigan’s eyes popped open at the unfamiliar voice. Bren stood beside his bed, staring down at the two of them. His eyes widened, and a blush stole over his face. Cross didn’t seem to notice anything because he continued to suck Madigan like he was the last lollipop on  Earth.

“Hmm.” Bren’s dark eyes sparkled with mischief. “You want him  to suck that pretty cock of yours a lot, don’t you?” Madigan panted  and nodded. There was no reason to lie. Cross grabbed his hips and

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pulled them up to give him better access to the cock he was

devouring. Madigan whimpered.

“You don’t like me much, huh?” Bren asked. He reached out and

pushed the hair that had started to cling to Madigan’s sticky skin  away from his face. Madigan hesitated. It wasn’t that he disliked  Bren. He was just so damn prickly.

Bren nodded in understanding. “I see. I’ll work on it. No promises  though. Okay, bright eyes?” Madigan gave a tentative smile. At the  same moment, Cross started deep throating him, and Madigan gave  another groan of want. He blinked, and suddenly Bren was just as  naked as Cross and he were.

“That’s so pretty, bright eyes. So damn pretty. So damn hot.” The  dark-haired angel hesitated. “Can I kiss you, Madigan? Will that be  all right?”

Madigan’s lust spiked impossibly then. He’d never been in a  situation like this with humans, let alone with two angels. He  beckoned him closer, and Bren obliged, sliding into bed beside him.

“Just a kiss. Okay, bright eyes?”

Madigan shook his head. “I want to suck you.” He found himself  saying the words with no idea where they came from. Bren’s eyes  widened in surprise an instant before his expression turned to one of  pure, unadulterated lust.

“You sure?” the angel asked.

“Yeah,” Madigan panted. “Want you in my mouth so bad. Want  to taste you.”

Bren rolled so that he was straddling Madigan’s head, his knees  on either side of Madigan’s shoulders. Madigan licked his lips. With  one hand, Bren steadied his cock so that Madigan could get his mouth  lined up.

The head pushed past Madigan’s lips, and the salty hint of precum hit his tongue. He groaned at the taste of salt and man that came  along with it.

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“Jesus, bright eyes!” Bren shouted as his head fell back in bliss.  Cross started working Madigan faster, and Madigan’s whole body  trembled with the effort not to come. His eyes glanced over to see Dex  and Michel in the doorway, watching. He should’ve been  embarrassed by being caught sucking and getting sucked by his  guardians, but their presence just seemed to turn him on more.

Without preamble, he watched as Michel got on his knees and  undid the button on Dex’s jeans, pulling out a magnificent, thick rod  that was just as big and overwhelming as the rest of him. Then  Madigan lost sight of it as Michel’s mouth covered the whole thing  from base to tip. Dex and Madigan groaned in unison. The visual  alone was enough to make him want to come.

“You’re such a naughty boy, bright eyes,” Bren panted, fucking  his cock between Madigan’s suckling lips. “Such a naughty boy  wanting us like this.” Bren gave a strangled moan. “Oh shit. Sorry,  bright eyes. Coming. Coming so fucking hard.” Hot, salty spunk hit  Madigan’s tongue at the same time the angel spoke and his own hips  surged upward into Cross’s mouth.

He screamed around Bren’s hard length as his own orgasm was  torn from him. The visual and physical overload was too much. His  body jerked, emptying into Cross’s hot mouth. He sucked harder on  Bren’s cock, needing the anchor to keep him from floating away into  sheer drunken bliss.

“Let go, bright eyes,” Bren encouraged, cupping his cheek. His  expression was the kindest Madigan had ever seen it. “Let go.”

He did. His mind swirling as the room started to spin. Then he  knew nothing else as everything went black.

* * * *

Madigan woke up gasping in the middle of a hell of an orgasm.  He gripped his spurting arousal underneath the covers as he shot helplessly over his tight fist and onto the pristine sheets. He cursed

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softly. He had never had a wet dream that was elaborate enough to  include four other men. What the hell was wrong with him?
 
Angelic  maturity my ass
. So much for all of last night being a dream.

He sat up, looking for something to clean up with. He sighed. Of  course there wasn’t anything handy.
 
Damn
. He’d have to do a wash  today. He gave up trying to find something and just wiped the sticky  evidence of his dream onto a clean section of sheet.

He’d probably kicked off the comforter and his boxers at some point last night when it had gotten too hot. He finished wiping off the best he could and determined that he should definitely get a shower before he wandered on downstairs to see what the angels were doing.

“Morning.”

Madigan’s head snapped up to see Bren sitting on the floor in a corner on the other side of the room. He looked like he’d just woken up, his eyes looked hazy and his expression groggy. Awareness zinged up Madigan’s body. Despite the fact that he’d just came, he felt himself start to harden right back up.

“What are you doing in my room?” Madigan asked, bunching the regrettably soiled sheets over his hips to hide his growing erection.  The angel didn’t answer him. Instead, he stood, adjusting his own morning wood through the denim of his jeans. He eyed Madigan’s bare chest, and the human had to resist the urge to throw the covers back and welcome the angel between his thighs. He shook his head.  What the hell was he thinking? That dream had really screwed with his brain. Besides, Bren had made it super clear that he didn’t want to be here.

“One of us has to be in the room with you at all times. We took  shifts.” Bren finally spoke. He still let his eyes linger longer than was  appropriate over Madigan’s unclad body. Their eyes met as the  angel’s gaze finally reached Madigan’s no doubt blushing face. If  Madigan didn’t know better, he could’ve sworn that Bren knew what  he’d been dreaming about. His eyes were just a little too aware and a  little too knowing. Madigan looked away.

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“I’ll turn my back so that you can dress. Put on a robe or  something. You’ll need a shower before you go downstairs,” Bren  ordered. Madigan’s temper spiked. He really hated being told what to  do.