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.
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“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 care? “Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” Bren replied. He was suspicious of any of the angels who were being nice to him. Michel most of all. Michel’s glittering, blue eyes regarded him, judged him. “Madigan said you were acting strangely before he came down to breakfast. He’s worried about you.” Bren’s heart tripped over itself. Really? He was worried about him? “I told him I’d come check on you,” Michel finished. He paused for a minute as if debating with himself. “It was his scent, wasn’t it?” Bren’s head snapped up, his dark eyes clashing with Michel’s light ones. “Yeah,” he said tightly. Michel nodded. “He smells like sex and forbidden fruit.” He shuddered visibly, and Bren couldn’t help but to agree completely. “He’s wearing your shirt. Smells like you. Was that the trigger?” Again Bren nodded. He lost it when Madigan had put his clothes on, marking himself with Bren’s scent. It was an old possessive instinct that had demanded instant satisfaction when he’d done so. If he would’ve touch Bren, even with his fingertips, the angel wouldn’t have been able to deny the impulse to fuck the nephilim stupid.
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Michel’s hand patted his shoulder in a friendly manner. “You did good denying him, Bren.” Bren raised an eyebrow. Was Michel complimenting him? “I didn’t know if it was a good idea to have one of Lucifer’s on this mission with us, but I do now. You protected him even from yourself. I don’t know if I would’ve said no in the same situation. So, good job.” “You would’ve