Angel Kin (14 page)

to be relaxing by large degrees. Yuri’s healing had done more than  take away Yuri’s pain, it seemed. The normalcy of this place enabled  them all to take a breath a little easier.

Madigan sat back in the sturdy wooden chair with a satisfied sigh as he finished the last bite of pancakes on his plate. The table was decimated. Not a crumb of food remained, and the pitcher of orange juice sat empty beside what had been a massive plate of pancakes.

“All right, after breakfast we’ll need to start loading up the cake in the vehicle. I’ll need someone in the back to sit with the cakes and

make sure they don’t tip over and someone else to sit up front with  me to help with unloading when we get there.” Madigan switched into  boss mode as he thought about all he had to do to get the cake set up.  The reception was at a lovely historical hotel toward the edge of town,  right outside the park that the ceremony would be held at. It was still  bloody frigid, but Madigan could see the aesthetic appeal of a wintery  wedding among half-frozen trees. At least they were having the  ceremony at the warmest part of the day.

“We already got you covered, babe,” Yuri said, forking his last  piece of bacon into his mouth. “Me and Dex are gonna ride with you.  Cross and Bren are gonna be above, and Michel is going to escort our  two nephilim friends to the hotel to finish getting ready for the  ceremony.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Yuri,” Cross corrected in his  usual manner. Madigan hid a grin behind his glass of juice as Bren  and Yuri rolled their eyes in unison.

“Speaking of getting ready, we really need to get upstairs, get our  bags, and finish dressing.” Levi spoke up, pushing himself back from  the table. Erik followed suit. “Shall we meet you in the foyer when we  finish?” he asked Michel.

Michel nodded. “Sounds good.”

The two nephilim turned and left the dining room, the sounds of their footsteps echoing up the stairs. Madigan pushed his chair back and stood. “I guess I should get ready, too.” He thought of the outfit

he was going to wear to the hotel. His stomach plummeted. “Wait,  who is going to get the suits?”

“Bren is going to pick them up on the way, love. No worries,”  Yuri said. The others followed Madigan’s example and stood. They  walked en masse toward the bedroom where their casual clothes were.

Jeans and slacks were put on haphazardly, shirts were left off of  Bren and Cross since they were flying, and casual sweaters and T-shirts with jackets were donned for the rest of them. Madigan was surprised when he was pulled out of his contemplations on how best to move the pieces of the cake by Cross dragging him into his arms for a kiss. His body instantly primed, ready to take their touching as far as his angels wanted. Their scent was usually what got to him. It drove him nuts and made him want to wallow in them. They passed him around the tight circle, kissing and licking his lips as they all showed him how much he was loved and wanted. By the time they finished playing Hot Potato, he was breathless and hard.

“Damn it, guys.” He squirmed, his voice a whine. “Do you have to turn me on right before we have to walk out the house?”

Bren grinned. “No worries, bright eyes. We’ll take care of you at the hotel. We’ve arranged to have a room for that half-hour window between you putting the cake together and the reception. We penciled in some nookie time because we figured you’d need it to decompress.”

Madigan laughed at their audacity. “You scheduled sex into our busy day?”

“Hell yeah, cutey,” Michel said, his light eyes sparkling. “When else could we expect it? Besides, your nephilim side is going to get awful twitchy if we don’t give you some relief.”

“It’s for your own good,” Yuri said, deadpan.

“Absolutely. We’re here to ensure your happiness and protection in all things.” Cross sounded serious, but the smile on his face belied the tone. Madigan just couldn’t believe them. They were a wonderful, hot mess.

“Okay, but we’re going to be cutting it close. We’ll have to do a  quickie.” Madigan relented, his body already eager for the idea of  dirty, fast hotel sex.

“Be sure to get the cake done then. We’d hate for you to take up  too much time doing that,” Yuri rumbled. “Suits will be hanging in  the bathroom after. We’ll dress from there.”

Madigan sighed. He loved his men so much it was staggering. “I

can’t wait.”

* * * *

Michel imagined that a midday quickie was the best idea anyone ever had in the history of awesome ideas. He pushed Madigan gently to his knees as Bren slammed Cross into a nearby wall, and their commander gave a growl before shoving him off and nearly tackling him to the ground beside one of the two large mattresses in the room they’d booked for the duration.

“Easy, guys! There might be people below us. Keep it down,”  Dex rumbled, smacking Yuri’s denim-covered ass as he swaggered toward the bed.

Bren growled out something that might’ve been a “screw you” and bit into Cross’s shoulder as they strip-wrestled on another. It was their new fetish. And it was hot as hell. Michel smirked at his internal

analogy.
 
Hot as Madigan’s mouth. Jesus, that’s
 
nice. His pants were  unbuttoned and his erection was pulled from the soft confines of his  slacks an instant before it was covered by Madigan’s wet mouth.

His hands wound themselves into Madigan’s short red hair, and  his nephilim’s pretty green eyes gazed up at him filled with lust. His  tongue danced along the underside of Michel’s cock and his lips  sealed around the crown. His balls tightened at the sight.

“Hmmm, Madigan. Your mouth.” He hoped the nephilim  understood his compliment under the broken syllables that may or  may not have been sentences. He made a needy noise in the back of

his throat before beginning to suck Michel in earnest. He toyed with  the head before reaching up and massaging the tight globes that hung  between his legs.

“Mmm,” Madigan purred as he bobbed his head rhythmically on  his dick. The vibrations went up his shaft and made Michel feel like  the top of his head might blow off at any moment.

“Share the nephilim, Michel,” Yuri groaned from his place on the  bed. Michel’s eyes lifted from the gorgeous man at his feet to look at  the equally beautiful men in the bed a yard from them. Dex had  flipped Yuri onto his stomach, ass in the air for his pleasure. Yuri  gasped as Dex lubed up his hole and pushed inside him in one feral  lunge. “Quickie” meant hard and fast to Dex, apparently.

Cross had managed to manipulate Bren under him and was  delivering the same treatment to Bren’s tight ass. Their knees were  going to get rug burnt on the ugly brown carpet, but that was their  deal. They certainly weren’t complaining, and their long pants would  cover the angry red marks when they had to leave for the wedding.  The sound of smacking flesh filled the room. It was music to Michel’s

ears.

He pushed his hips forward, pushing his cock farther and farther into Madigan’s throat. He groaned. Losing himself in whatever orifice  Madigan gave him was always paradise. He rocked in counterpoint to  Madigan’s sucking draws, the pressure building in his sac with each tight pull.

The nephilim pulled off his dick with an audible pop, his lips swollen from Michel’s treatment. He winked, his eyes lusty and playful. “Share the nephilim,” he repeated, shooting a grin at Yuri.  Dex chuckled before reaching down and pulling Yuri upright so that his long cock hung suspended in the air in front of him, dripping onto the mattress and begging for some kind of attention.

“Bring him over here, Michel,” Dex said, continuing to fuck Yuri.

Michel offered Madigan a hand up. He couldn’t wait to lose himself in Madigan’s tight flesh. There was no greater pleasure on

Earth as could be found in the arms of his lovers. He’d done

something right in his existence to be blessed with five gorgeous men  who loved him unconditionally. He was a sucker for them.

Madigan went to all fours facing Yuri, mouth poised over Uriel’s  angel’s dripping cock. Michel crawled in behind him and gave his  tight buttock a squeeze.

“Have to be quick, Michel,” Cross said from in the floor. Bren  gave a high-pitched whine as Cross pulled back almost all the way out  before slamming back inside their dark-haired lover.
 
Hmmm, our  leader is learning the pleasures of playing rough lately
. Cross had  always seemed so in control and so gentle. It seemed with Bren he  was learning to let go and be an animal every once in a while.

“I know, love,” Michel murmured, squeezing Madigan’s tight ass  again. Dex handed him a tube of slick from over Yuri’s shoulder, and  Michel wasted no time in lubing up his fingers and pushing them into  Madigan’s tight hole. First one finger, then two. He rocked them  inside the tight channel, willing Madigan to relax so that he could  have him. He loosened, noises of need flowing from his mouth.

“Suck Yuri, baby,” Michel said. “Concentrate on that while I get  you ready.” Madigan hummed happily at the suggestion and then  wrapped his mouth around Yuri and sucked like his arousal was his  favorite lollipop.

A third finger stretched Madigan’s tight entrance, and Michel  finally thought he was ready for his cock. With little preamble he  squeezed the little tube on his head and hissed as he wrapped his fist  around it to slick the rest. He squeezed his eyes shut to stave off the  orgasm that was demanding to happen in the back of his mind. He  wasn’t going to last long.
 
Guess that’s the definition of a quickie
.

He pulled his fingers free and pressed the tip of his slicked length  against the ring of muscle. Madigan was almost vibrating with need,  and Michel was more than happy to fulfill it. He pushed forward until  his hips pressed against the tight muscle of his nephilim’s flanks. The

little minx started squeezing those internal muscles around his body,  milking him in the most delicious of fashions.

“Brat,” Michel gasped, reaching down and squeezing his scrotum  to keep from coming. He pulled back and slammed back inside,  pushing Madigan’s head farther down on Yuri’s cock. Everyone  groaned in unison at that. Then they were all moving, desperate and  needy, as they raced toward completion together.

Michel’s hands gripped Madigan’s hips, pulling him back to meet  his thrusts as Michel lost all sense of time. His eyes slid shut as his  senses were overwhelmed by sensation. Nothing was more important  than coming inside Madigan. Nothing was more important than  giving their nephilim what he needed to feel good for the rest of the  day.

Madigan screamed around Yuri’s length, his cock jerking and  spitting his pleasure onto the comforter below them. The action  tightened his ass like a vice around Michel’s dick, throwing him over  the edge of orgasm without warning.

“Madigan!” Michel groaned, spilling into the clenching ass  wrapped around him. Yuri and Dex gasped in unison, finding their  release on the heels of Michel’s. Madigan hummed and sucked  dutifully on Yuri’s arousal, not spilling a drop of his seed as he came.

“Fuck! Cross!” Bren barked from the floor. Michel turned his

head in time to see Bren’s back bow at an impossible angle and  Cross’s hand that was pumping his dick in time with his thrusts  tighten as Bren shot over the closed fist. Cross slammed inside him  twice more before stilling, releasing inside Bren’s body, a look of  utter contentment painted over his features.

Michel patted Madigan’s sweat-slicked back and sighed. “Love  you,” he whispered, basking in the afterglow. Madigan’s mouth came  off of Yuri.

“Love you too, Michel.”

Yeah. Life doesn’t get much better than this
.

* * * *

Madigan shifted from foot to foot as they stood in the small, cool clearing, surrounded by gorgeous willow and oak trees. He couldn’t see a bloody thing because of the tall people standing in front of him and the backs of his thighs were sore from the vigorous exercise he’d gotten only fifteen minutes before when he and his lovers had set the bedsheets on fire back at the hotel. He’d gotten the cake up in record time and had just enough left to be turned into a brainless sexual mess by his loved ones, which had necessitated a quick shower before their suits went on.

He thought his guys looked striking wearing them. The casual clothes were sexy, but their tailored suits and ties made them all drool worthy. He’d noticed at least three of the female guests and more than a few of the male ones eyeing them appreciatively. He couldn’t blame them. They were absolutely delicious. They wore sharp black blazers over black shirts that Bren had insisted be silk. This, coupled with various colors of vibrant ties, added to their sheer masculine presence in a way that made Madigan feel that it was necessary for them to all keep them on the next time they fucked, which would be right after supper if he got his way.