STORY EXCERPT

“It’s our wedding, Mar. You gotta calm down.” Erik was whispering, but Levi could hear him all the same. “You’re always worried about our protection. Well, now we have four extra bodyguards to help you out with that.”

The wedding present that Levi’s father Perc had given the threesome was four Elite Guardian angels to assist Marius in guarding the two half-angels he protected. On the surface the wedding present looked perfectly legitimate. Hunters, a radical faction of angels, sought to kill all half-angels, known as nephilim, that they could. They viewed them as an abomination, and Levi had found out firsthand a few years ago how deep that hatred ran. The burn scars that decorated his back were clear evidence of it. So the fact that Perc and Desc, Erik’s father, were giving them guardian angels made sense. However, even Levi, as naive as he knew he was, could see the not-so-subtle dig at Marius. Not many angels tolerated the fallen. When their fathers had accepted the invitation to their wedding, Levi had thought that they might try. He’d been wrong.

“They’re never going to replace you, Marius. We married you. We’re in love with you. No one can take that away.” Erik’s calm words didn’t detract from the veritable line of tension that Levi could see in his aura. The ability to see auras was a trick Levi had always been able to use, and it served him well to note the emotions of the people around him. Levi sighed heavily as he watched Marius’s aura darken as his fears were spoken.

“They want you to choose them over me.” Marius spat the words. He looked downright sinister now in his black suit and with a vicious look in his eyes. Levi never forgot that Marius was just one step up from being a demon. He didn’t play by the same rules other angels did, and if he thought that the Elites were going to threaten their relationship, he wouldn’t hesitate to take action for it. Unfortunately, it would also damn his soul. The idea made Levi sick.

“We won’t do that. Please, Mar, calm down. You’re going to spoil the wedding for Levi. He wanted this, remember?” Erik dangled the flag effectively. The one thing that was guaranteed to calm Marius down in a hurry was the idea of hurting Levi. Whereas Erik and Marius could argue and scream and fight each other on practically everything, they both treated Levi as if he were a precious porcelain object. It was a wonderful change from how Levi was used to being treated, but he still didn’t like to be used like a choke collar.

“We all wanted it, Erik,” Levi said, reaching out with both of his hands. They reached out to him in unison, each taking one of his hands. He was small even compared to Erik, who was medium height, and both of their hands swallowed his. It may have made him sound weak, but he liked the differences in their sizes. He’d always had a thing for overpowering men, and he got that in spades from his two lovers.

They stood on either side of him, Marius in black, Erik in white that matched Levi. Both had on the pale-pink ties that Levi had picked out. Both wanted their happily ever after to begin. Marius was a good foot taller than Erik with pale-white hair that had a green tinge to it, like a white rose, pale-white skin the color of milk, and green eyes. His hair color matched his wings almost exactly when he had them out. They were invisible to the guests at present thanks to a makeshift rune placement that had been sewn onto Marius’s back. Where Marius was pale, Erik was tan, displaying his mother’s Latina heritage, no doubt. He had dark-brown hair and teddy-bear-brown eyes.

Levi glanced behind him at the still-silent guardian angels dressed in their black and navy uniforms, silver sabers at their sides, and realized that they may have hit yet another bump in getting to that happily ever after. They’d moved to the town of Titanvelle, or Urun as the angels called it, more or less a week ago but had been planning the move here for months. Marius had already purchased them a house in one of the better neighborhoods that surrounded the city of sanctuary’s epicenter and had the entire thing decorated when they’d arrived. The rambling colonial was everything that Levi had ever wished for in a house as a little kid. But beyond the sheer aesthetic appeal of the house, the fact that it was in a town of sanctuary had made the location infinitely appealing. Founded by an archseraphim for his two nephilim lovers, the city was a celestial neutral ground, a haven for those who were seeking refuge from the hunters. It had been the one place in the world where Levi had felt safe.

“We’re going to enjoy tonight, angel,” Erik said in his ear. “Nothing is going to spoil it. We’re going to go into the reception hall and cut our wedding cake and act like everything is just fine.”

“Until we go home and have to let them ride with us.” Marius snarled from Levi’s left. Levi squeezed the fallen angel’s hand.

“We will redefine normal, lover man,” Levi said, his usual optimism rearing its head. “They might not be so bad.”

“If your fathers hadn’t planned on you sleeping with them, I might say you’re right. As is, I frankly don’t give a flying fuck.” Marius was in a hell of a mood if that was the attitude he was assuming.

Levi’s heart fell. He’d just wanted one day, just one, one day of perfect and absolute happiness. It had started out so good! They’d woken up to presents from Marius, two beautiful teardrop necklaces of sapphire that had been mined by Marius himself along with a note that said simply “Something Blue,” which Levi had found beyond adorable. Their friends, Madigan and his five guardians, had made them breakfast and escorted Erik and Levi to the beautiful historic hotel where they’d be spending their wedding night, and the day had gone according to plan. Until his and Erik’s fathers had decided to ruin it by pissing Marius off.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Make love to me?” The question was answered by a low needy growl. He never had to ask twice with his lovers.

Marius claimed his lips in a kiss, and Erik’s lips traced the curve of his spine. The colors in both their auras glowed a bright gold that had Levi shutting his eyes. Basking in their light was wonderful but so beautiful that it hurt sometimes. Nephilim hunger boiled through him, necessitating wicked wanton behavior in the worse way. Before he’d found them, he’d been so hungry for touch all the time. He hardly believed that they were okay now. Really okay. Married. We’re married, and we have Elite guardian mates, and everything is going to work out. Levi was sure of it.

Erik’s hand found his cock and started stroking him slowly, building the heat to a fever pitch in much less time than Levi had thought possible. He needed so bad…Marius broke the kiss and rolled, pinning Levi’s smaller body beneath his own. Erik’s hand came off his dick, but that was all right because then Marius was humping against him, grinding their arousals together as Levi gasped and squirmed against him. So good. It’s always so good. Erik straddled his head as Marius pushed two fingers into Levi’s needy hole. This was one of their favorite positions and one guaranteed to have Levi mindless in two seconds flat.

Erik traced his already-slick cockhead against Levi’s lips, asking for entrance into his mouth. Levi lapped at the sensitive tip with his tongue as Marius stretched his body with his fingers. He was so turned on by what was to come he thought his head might pop off.

“Suck it, Levi, baby. Suck it real good.” Erik’s growling words were perfect, and Levi opened his mouth eagerly to accept the thick length of his lover’s prick into his throat. He whimpered around it as he heard the sound of the lube cap come off. Yes. Yes. Fill me. Make me yours all over. Marius! Erik! Yours, yours, yours! He loved belonging to them. Loved being protected by them.

He writhed as the head of Marius’s cock breached his tight ring and began the slow glide forward into his body.

“Erik, lean forward. I want to taste you,” Marius commanded as he sank to the hilt inside Levi. Levi went nuts. He loved that Erik would be fucking his mouth while Marius was fucking Erik’s ass with his tongue. Oh. Oh. Oh. Please. Please. Do it. Do it. Do it. He tended to take up internal mantras when they had sex, and this time was no different. If anything, this felt even more desperate. Tomorrow things would change, but right now it was just them as they’d always been, making love like tomorrow would never come.

Erik groaned above him as Marius started to move his hips, pounding into Levi and scoring his pleasure spot with each desperate lunge. Levi sucked and swallowed around Erik’s prick, using the action as a point of focus while his body was catapulted into a land of pleasure.

“Not gonna last,” Erik grunted, gripping the head of the bed as it thunked against the wall. “It’s too good.” He was careful not to fuck Levi’s mouth too deeply, but the smaller nephilim could tell how close he was by how hard and how much he was leaking pre-cum in a steady stream.

In my mouth. Come on, Erik. Let me swallow you down, lover.

“Come down our Levi’s throat, Erik,” Marius demanded against the swell of Erik’s behind. Levi’s body jerked at the command. Oh how he loved when Marius talked like that.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! That’s so–fuck–coming! Levi! Mar!” Erik’s pleasure splashed against the back of his throat and filled his mouth with Erik’s warm cream. Levi swallowed eagerly, loving how good it was between them. He lapped at Erik’s spent shaft, cleaning it while Marius growled and drove himself against Levi’s prostate with every feral lunge. One of Mar’s large hands gripped Levi’s hip while the other reached between them and kneaded the tight sac between his legs. Levi whimpered and moved restlessly against the stimulation. He used to be ashamed of his wants, of his desires to mix a little pain in with his pleasure. Marius and Erik had changed that.

Erik rolled to the side so that Levi had an uninterrupted view of Marius fucking him.

“Harder, please, Marius, please.” He needed that hand that was playing with his balls to tighten just a bit. It would send him off the edge like nothing else. Erik’s hands went to Levi’s now sweat-slicked chest and ghosted across the pebbled nipples he found there. “Yes. Yes, Erik.” The anticipation of what was to come made Levi just a little bit needier. Still, Erik and Marius continued to torment him, not letting him get the essential pressure he needed to orgasm.

“Now! Please, now!” he begged. He was almost to the point he’d start crying. He needed. God, he needed so much.

“Our baby needs us,” Marius said, his voice a guttural rumble of approval. He loved playing with him, the sadistic bastard. My sadistic bastard.