Angel Bound (LoveXtreme)

His Guardian Angels 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 32,246
26 Ratings (4.5)

[Siren LoveXtreme Forever ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M/M, angels, HEA]

Madigan has a successful career as co-owner of a bakery and has never really been passionate about much else. His mother has always claimed that he was the son of the Archangel Raphael, but he'd never had reason to believe her. That is, until Madigan finds himself hunted by angelic fanatics who see him as an abomination.

His father has assigned him guardian angels to act as his protection from the hunters. The five men desperately search for a solution for Madigan's protection and find only one viable option. Madigan must become Angel Bound, married in angelic terms, to all of his guardian angels. Now Madigan has gone from having no relationships to having five simultaneously. All of the men will have to learn to balance desire and duty in order to ensure Madigan's safety and happiness above all things.

NOTE! You are purchasing Siren's serialized imprint, the LoveXtreme Forever Series. This is Book 1 of the His Guardian Angels collection. These books are not stand-alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order. Each book may end on a cliffhanger but usually with a happy for now for the beta hero and one or more men. The final book contains a happily ever after for the beta hero and all his men.

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Angel Bound (LoveXtreme)
26 Ratings (4.5)

Angel Bound (LoveXtreme)

His Guardian Angels 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 32,246
26 Ratings (4.5)
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Loved reading this book.
Fun, engaging, and absolutely smoking hot! Madigan's life gets overturned when he learns he's not only the son of an archangel, but he has to mate with five gorgeous angels in order to survive a threat on his life. Great writing, and an enjoyable series!



Bren pressed soft kisses to the nape of Madigan’s neck, licking the sensitive skin before delivering little bites on the wet flesh. It was Madigan’s turn to shiver. It felt good to have his men against him. The dark-haired angel’s hands ran down his sides to cup the tight globes of his buttocks, separating them slightly. Cross came closer so that they were pressed snugly against one another. Madigan’s hands crept up his shoulders as the big angel deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing in feverish delight.

“Hmmm, that’s hot.” Bren’s words made Madigan moan into the warm recesses of Cross’s mouth. Then something warm and wet pressed against Madigan’s tight rosette. He jumped. Bren’s chuckle made some of the tension go out of his limbs. “Easy, baby. Just warming you up.” His voice sounded lower than it had a second ago, and Madigan couldn’t resist a peek over his shoulder. Bren’s mouth was hovering over Madigan’s spread cheeks. He met his eyes and leaned forward, giving Madigan’s unoccupied entrance a deep lap of his tongue.

“Holy shit!” he squeaked. No one had ever done that to him before. It felt good, a little odd, but good. Bren did it again, deepening the kiss that he was giving Madigan’s tight ring. The nephilim panted.

Cross’s hand wrapped around his swollen cock from in front of him as if drawing his attention back to him. The dual sensations made Madigan’s eyes roll as they started a rhythm. Bren gave teasing licks of his tongue in a slow, steady pace, loosening his backside while Cross pulled and twisted the head of his dick in a way that let Madigan get right to the edge but never let him fall off of it. Two fingers slid into his tight sheath, wiggling around until they scored the tiny knot of pleasure inside him.

He was whimpering in need. His instincts clamored at him that he needed to be fucked and fucked hard. Fucked by all of them. His eyes went to the other men, his other men. Yuri was deep throating Michel’s hard cock while Dex pounded into him behind. All of their eyes were on Madigan and the two men he was in between. He shuddered. Hell yes. He couldn’t wait for more.

Bren,” he groaned. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” The fingers almost immediately withdrew, and the pop of the lid for the lubrication followed. Good. He needed to be filled like the sun needed to rise and set every day. It was necessary for his sanity. The sound of Dex’s flesh slapping against Michel’s while Yuri slurped him like an ice-cream cone was more than Madigan’s sexually starved body could handle. He tore his eyes away to look down at Cross’s hand as it pumped up and down his shaft. His mouth started to water.

“Hm, will you let me suck you, Cross?” he asked huskily. He knew he had to look as desperate as he felt. He was practically thrumming with desire.

“Oh please!” Michel cried out at Madigan’s words. “Want to see that mouth wrapped around you, Cross. Want it bad.” Dex growled and bit his shoulder, which only made Michel groan more enthusiastically. The way he started to rock forward harder told Madigan that Dex was liking the image and the idea as well.

“Yes.” Cross’s growl was unexpected and possessive. It seemed like once he made his mind up about something there was no further hesitation. That was good because Madigan was dying for a taste.

He bent from the waist, and Cross spread his legs to get a firmer stance. Without preamble, he took Cross to the back of his throat, groaning at the taste of sweat, salt, and man that accompanied the action. Secretly, he’d always loved to suck dick. His enthusiasm in the past had entertained more than one college boyfriend. But none of them mattered now. They all paled in comparison to the incredible men now in his bed.

He knew his position brought him down on all fours, offering up his backside like a twink in a shady bathroom-hookup spot, but he didn’t care.

Bren’s lubed fingers probed his hole for a second before he replaced them with the thick, spongy head of his cock. Madigan trembled, sucking on Cross’s cockhead in an effort to keep from screaming his victory to the heavens.

“God! So friggin’ tight, bright eyes,” Bren groaned through gritted teeth. He pushed forward slowly, but he was still big enough and it had been long enough for Madigan that the nephilim cried out in part pain and pleasure.

“Slowly, Bren,” Cross commanded, beginning shallow thrusts of his own into Madigan’s willing mouth. “You’ll hurt him.”

“I’m going as slow as I know how!” Bren snarled above him. He gave a cruel stroke into Madigan’s tight ass. The nephilim whimpered around Cross’s cock.

“Not slow enough!” Cross snapped back. He was so overprotective.

Madigan drew off his length with an audible pop. “Shut the fuck up, Cross. Bren feels so good. Concentrate on giving me your pleasure. Stop worrying so much.” Cross looked down at him with a kind and equally lusty expression.

“Just want to make sure you’re okay.” He said the words a little sheepishly. Bren began to pump his hips in earnest now, and Madigan was having a hard time concentrating on the conversation. He wanted Cross just as desperate as the rest of them were.

“I’ll be okay if you fuck my mouth until you come down my throat.” The naughty words darkened Cross’s expression. Yes.

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