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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.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” he asked defiantly. The dark-haired angel
raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow and grinned. It wasn’t a nice
grin. It was a grin that said he knew all of Madigan’s dirty secrets and
was not above using them as blackmail.
“Because if you go downstairs smelling like sex and sporting a
hard-on you’re going to cause a fight. There is no way four warriors
wouldn’t tear each other apart to get to an aroused nephilim ready to
fuck. Trust me. Our civilized instincts only go so far.”
Madigan blushed to the roots of his red hair. “Y–You seem to be
doing just fine,” he stammered. Two long strides brought Bren to the
edge of his bed, and he leaned down over Madigan, crowding him, his
mouth inches from Madigan’s lips.
“Don’t push me, nephilim. I’m holding on by a thread as is.” Bren
crossed the last few centimeters between them and claimed Madigan’s
mouth in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Madigan couldn’t help the little
mewling noise that escaped him as he got a taste of the angel. He
tasted clean and sweet. Madigan’s hands crept up his shoulders,
threading through the dark locks of hair that was cut just long enough
for him to get a handhold. They stayed that way for endless moments,
their lips pressing and sliding against one another. His tongue darted
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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.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” he asked defiantly. The dark-haired angel
raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow and grinned. It wasn’t a nice
grin. It was a grin that said he knew all of Madigan’s dirty secrets and
was not above using them as blackmail.
“Because if you go downstairs smelling like sex and sporting a
hard-on you’re going to cause a fight. There is no way four warriors
wouldn’t tear each other apart to get to an aroused nephilim ready to
fuck. Trust me. Our civilized instincts only go so far.”
Madigan blushed to the roots of his red hair. “Y–You seem to be
doing just fine,” he stammered. Two long strides brought Bren to the
edge of his bed, and he leaned down over Madigan, crowding him, his
mouth inches from Madigan’s lips.
“Don’t push me, nephilim. I’m holding on by a thread as is.” Bren
crossed the last few centimeters between them and claimed Madigan’s
mouth in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Madigan couldn’t help the little
mewling noise that escaped him as he got a taste of the angel. He
tasted clean and sweet. Madigan’s hands crept up his shoulders,
threading through the dark locks of hair that was cut just long enough
for him to get a handhold. They stayed that way for endless moments,
their lips pressing and sliding against one another. His tongue darted
out along Bren’s lips, trying to coax the angel into a deeper kiss. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]