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tantrums very well.” Madigan paused, and a small smile lit up his
face. “Well, unless I’m throwing them.”
“I’m sorry.” Bren’s voice was barely audible. He hated
apologizing. Hated it passionately. But he felt like he should
apologize for being pissy...again.
Madigan hugged him around the waist, laying his head on Bren’s
pectoral muscle. The angel immediately ensconced his lover in a
tighter embrace. “Bren, the point I’m trying to make with this isn’t to
make you apologize. Cross sent me. He was worried about you.
Despite you guys’ animosity toward one another, he’s reaching out to
you through me. He really wants to make this thing between us mean
something and be fulfilling. I know there are a lot of ‘what-ifs’
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floating around. Trust me. I get that. Hell, I don’t even really know
you all, and Yuri I met, what? Twelve hours ago? My body reacts to
you guys. All of you. Equally. I don’t know if that’s going to develop
into something deeper, but I hope it does. I’m not the kind of person
to be sexually involved with someone and not have something more
to it, you know? It took a lot for me to agree to this bond to begin
with because of the length of time, and lack thereof, that I’ve known
you. I’m not asking you to become best friends with Cross or
anything, but can you at least try to get to know him a little more
before you decide that he’s Satan?” Madigan winced at the phrasing
as he seemed to realize what he said. Bren was one of Lucifer’s after
all. Bren smothered a laugh, but his shoulders shook at the wide-eyed
look of apology that Madigan gave him.
“I will try for you, bright eyes,” Bren promised. He kissed
Madigan’s temple. “I feel really high maintenance. I normally hate
that quality in men. I’m sorry.” That was the second time he’d
apologized today. It had to be a record for his lifetime. He was sure of
it.
Madigan pressed another kiss to his chest. “For the record, Bren, I
really do like you and Cross equally. I don’t have favorites. He’s
just…easier, you know? He makes me feel safe and comfortable all
the time. You take me out of my comfort zone, and I love that, but
you’re not what I’m used to. You push my limits.” When he
whispered it against Bren’s chest, following it with a soft kiss ending
in a lick, those words did not seem too bad. The smell of nephilim
filled the now-steamy air. It made Bren feel a little light-headed. It
smelled like plumeria or something equally exotic to him.
“Madigan,” Bren groaned as his body started to harden.
“Sorry, pubescent angel sex drive. Remember?” The boy rubbed
against him deliberately.
“The hot water won’t last forever,” Bren reminded.
Madigan all but purred, “So keep me warm.”
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Bren growled, the noise low and feral. He should really insist that
they get out and get Madigan into a warm bed before they started
playing around, but damn it all, Madigan did not play fair in the least.
He wasn’t a good guy like Cross. He lifted Madigan’s legs and
wrapped them around his waist before sliding into the hot core that
welcomed him. No, he wasn’t a good guy. But Madigan preferred him
that way.
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Chapter Sixteen
“I give myself to you, Yuri. With this ring I am bound,” Madigan
repeated dutifully as Yuri slid a platinum bracelet on his wrist next to
the ones Cross, Bren, and Dex had already given him. It was an
angelic version of a wedding band except each band of metal was
engraved with sigils of protection in a swirling angelic script that
Madigan couldn’t read. The whirring sound of a tattoo gun was the
only oddity to this private wedding. Instead of wearing jewelry like
Madigan, Michel was inking matching sigils along with Madigan’s
name in a band around each deliciously shirtless angel’s bicep. The
angel room was the crowded with these huge men whose wings were
in full form behind them. It was primal. Friggin’ hot.
“I accept your pledge. You are my consort from this day forth.” [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]