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He never should’ve gone into Madigan’s dream uninvited.
A few hours into his rest Madigan had started making little noises
in his sleep and shifting restlessly beneath the covers. Bren had
suspected that the boy might have been having a nightmare, so he’d
just walked into his dream world, prepared to fight whatever bad
dreams that he was experiencing. He’d hoped to make up for his bad
attitude a little bit by playing the hero that Cross was oh so good at
playing. The noble idiot hid behind his mountain of morality better
than anyone Bren had ever met. They were complete opposites in that
regard, but Madigan reacted far better to the noble Cross than to
Bren’s naturally snarky persona.
It seemed fated that Madigan and Cross would hit it off. The both
exuded Raphael’s comforting presence whether they realized it or not.
Madigan’s mom might’ve been more right than she realized when
she’d voiced that Raphael might be playing matchmaker. It had pissed
Bren off to see them cuddled up in the cavern like that. The rest of
them hadn’t even had a chance, and God knew that Lucifer’s choir got
the least amount of chances for happiness out of all the choirs.
When his lord had asked for volunteers to go guard Raphael’s son,
Bren had not been keen on going. Then Lucifer had touched the
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dream pool and brought up an image of the beautiful man who the
Archangel Raphael had sired.
Madigan had taken his breath away, and Bren had made himself a
pledge that he’d make the man his.
He’d been a bastard last night, and he knew it. He just wasn’t
good at hiding what he was feeling like any of the others. Even
Michel, the prick, had been able to resist his impulses to mount
Madigan when they were flying together. The boy didn’t seem to
realize the intense waves of “fuck me” he was throwing off.
Against his better judgment, Bren had followed him into the
dream world, and what he saw there gave him some hope. Madigan
was not nearly as rigid and mainstream as Bren had first thought. He
was free and uninhibited and so damn sexual he’d nearly come from
the look in the boy’s eyes right then.
He hadn’t been surprised by the fact that Cross had been between
his legs in Madigan’s fantasy. But he’d been absolutely shocked when
Madigan had incorporated the rest of them into his lovemaking.
Bren hadn’t expected to enjoy himself quite as much as he had
when he’d gone in there. He even found himself appreciating the
other angels’ beauty along with Madigan as they’d sought their
mutual satiation together. It had been wonderful and awful all at once
because he knew that it would never happen in reality.
“You need to get it together, Brenen,” he told his reflection. “He
is off-limits. You do not want an Archangel on your ass for jumping
his son’s.” But he’d been so responsive. So damn hot for them. For
him. Even after he’d woke. Bren had seen the struggle to remain away
had been as strong as the urge to bolt. That torn expression had worn
on his control faster than anything.
He pushed his jeans down his hips and kicked out of them. He
needed a little relief. Orgasming in a dream was not enough for him.
Angels were the masters of the multiple O, and Bren would need at
least one more before he was truly able to relax. He turned the knob
on the shower and adjusted the temperature to something steamy. He
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climbed in and leaned back into the spray. It felt good. He wrapped
his hand around his turgid length. Hmm…now it felt better.
* * * *
“Bren.” Michel’s voice made him tense as he came out of the
bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. Great. This was just
what he needed. There had always been a tension between the
Archangel Michael’s angels and the lord Lucifer’s angels ever since
the fall. It was no different between Michel and Bren.
“What do you want?” Bren asked crossly. He didn’t want to deal
with him today. At all. Ever.
“Are you okay?” Michel’s inquiry surprised him. What did he
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