ADULT EXCERPT

He pressed a kiss to the curve of Bren’s neck, and his tongue came out to caress the muscle there. “Mmm, you taste heavenly, Bren.”

“Thanks, Cross,” the other angel gasped. “I have a surprise for you.” Cross’s hands slid down and massaged the tight sac he found there, rolling the tight globes between his strong palms.

“Oh yeah,” Bren murmured, his hips arching up against the touch. “It’s a pretty big surprise.” He and Dex shared a secret smile, and Cross raised his eyebrow. Now that was interesting. Bren was usually so distant from everyone. The fact that he actually had a secret to share with Dex made Cross warm. He was finally reaching out to them.

“Ready, Bren?” Dex asked as Madigan cried out his release and soaked Michel’s chest with his seed. Cross turned Bren and claimed his mouth in a kiss. He was fastly becoming addicted to the taste of Lucifer’s angel.

Dex pulled him from Cross’s grasp with a laugh. “You can have him back when I’m done.”

“Done?” Madigan asked, grinning wryly. He was reclined against Michel’s side now, bracketed in by Yuri, whom he was jerking off with almost lazy precision. Bren fell forward onto his elbows, his ass perched toward Dex. Madigan’s hand paused on Yuri’s body. “Aw, Bren.” He sounded breathless. His nephilim libido was insatiable.

“Want to watch, bright eyes?” Bren seemed so vulnerable in that moment. His black eyes were two twin flicks of midnight. They met Cross’s for an instant. Heat was also in those depths. Black flames that burned everlasting, much like Hell’s fields in the under realm.

“I love you,” Cross said without thinking. Bren’s eyes widened, and naked fear flooded them an instant before that bright, giddy heat was back.

“I kinda like you, too, asshole,” Bren murmured. But he was smiling. Cross watched as Dex’s thick fingers started preparing Bren for his cock. The combination of agony and ecstasy that was evident on his face made Cross hot as hell. He wanted to be part of this moment, this taking of Bren.

“You want in Dex while he does Bren?” Madigan asked. Cross nodded as Dex’s fingers pressed deep, scoring something inside Bren that made him cry out in part pleasure, part pain. The big angel turned his head and nodded, sweat beading at his temples and running down his face. His muscles were trembling. He wanted Bren fiercely. Anyone could see that.

Two fingers pierced Bren when Cross moved behind Dex, effectively cutting off his visual of Bren being penetrated. He hoped Dex was using enough lube. His concern was probably unfounded, but it was there nonetheless. He worried about all of them. The more he cared, the deeper the worry.

“Get me ready, Cross,” Dex said gruffly. The hoarseness in his voice was incredibly sexy. The red-haired angel ran a reverent hand down Dex’s thick backside. Pounding into Dex was so fucking good. Cross had never considered himself to be into polygamous relationships, but he’d been proven wrong time and time again since joining these men. Two weeks with them was better than all his years in Heaven. His fingers spread him and circled Dex’s entrance. Michel managed to extricate himself from his comfortable position and circle behind to offer Cross a tube of lube. He pressed a kiss to Cross’s cheek and gave him a wink.

“God, that’s hot,” Madigan murmured. Raphael’s son was the reason for all of this. He was their center, their sun. Cross loved him all the harder for it.

He pushed his fingers slowly into Dex’s tight pucker, coaxing the muscle to loosen to allow him entry. He wiggled his fingers around, making sure to stroke all the nerve endings there to life, paying special attention to the knot of pleasure located just inside. The gasp from the big angel had him growling. The urge to fuck Dex was strong, but the urge to protect him from harm was stronger.

Cross forced himself to prepare Dex properly even as the moans that were beginning to grow in volume from Bren were intensifying and turning his mind to mush.

Dex turned his head and growled over his shoulder. “I’m not fucking porcelain, Cross. Fuck me already.” Madigan’s giggle was muffled but still clearly laughter. “Bren’s ready,” Dex added, pushing forward slightly. Cross reached down and massaged Dex’s sac as he pushed inside Bren. The strangled groan gave him intense satisfaction.

Once he knew that Dex was fully seated and Bren was mewling for more, Cross speared Dex’s sweet ass with his cock. It was fast, probably too fast, but he was really turned on at this point and didn’t think he could take much more. He stilled once he was all the way inside him, knowing that Bren was having to adjust to a lot just then.

“God, that’s hot,” Madigan repeated from somewhere in front of him. Cross imagined that they provided quite the visual.

Yuri’s chuckle answered his repeated declaration. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Madigan.” A happy little noise filled the air along with the sound of licking. Oh God, Cross wished he could see what was going on. His eyes slid shut, and he just concentrated on breathing and listening to his lovers as they all voiced their pleasure in the little moans, grunts, and groans that Cross was becoming accustomed to hearing when they were all in bed with one another. How had he ever stood just one lover at a time? The aural stimulation alone from all of them was pure paradise.