[Siren LoveXtreme Forever ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Ménage Romance, M/M/M/M/M/M, angels, HEA]
A week to prepare for battle hardly seems like much, but a week is all Madigan Parker and his lovers have to prepare for the battle to save Urun. Awakening Madigan's powers is just the beginning as the former baker gives himself over to the trainers to make him the leader of an army before the week is out. Practicing with Scepta enables him to achieve more than he ever thought possible, but new power brings new gifts and problems that he wasn’t expecting to deal with.
As Madigan learns more about himself and his angelic powers, his lovers try to hold the fear of failure at bay as they work toward their goals. When Madigan finally starts to believe that he might actually be able to win the unwinnable, his lovers reluctantly start to feel that same hope. However, as the pawns fall neatly into place, unexpected challengers and new allies may end the war before it's even begun.
NOTE! You are purchasing Siren's serialized imprint, the LoveXtreme Forever Series. This is Book 5 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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Jana Downs is a Siren-exclusive author.
4 SWEET PEAS: "Jana Downs’ Angelic Alliances is book five of the His Guardian Angels series. The book is definitely not stand-alone; you have to read the series from the beginning or else you’ll be lost – AND you’ll miss some hot man on manx5 lovin’! Madigan Parker was raised by a loving, single mom and was shocked to find out that his father is the archangel, Raphael. In book one, Madigan meets his father and his husbands/mates, Yuri, Michel, Bren, Dex, and Cross, all of whom are “children” of the other archangels. In Angelic Alliances, Madigan is training for the upcoming war to save Urun (I’m still not quite sure what Urun represents but liken it to a type of Heaven…whatever it is, it works). The training is physically and mentally intense as some higher beings don’t believe Madigan has what it takes to be a ruthless and tough leader, regardless of who his dad is. Madigan proves them all wrong – even his husbands – with a little help from a demon and an angelic figure. Still…is it enough to save his loved ones and win the war?? Guess I’ll have to wait for book six! Madigan is cute, naïve, and innocent. His angelic husbands are gorgeous, powerful, smart, and completely, totally in love with Madigan and each other. This is only one reason I read all of Jana Downs’ books. I love the men who talk to her and beg for their stories to be told. Her books are always on my TBR list!" -- Kym D, Mrs. Condit Reads Books
Madigan blinked back spots as a dozen camera bulbs went off in his face. Scepta stood at the podium, staring out at the center camera, the one that would broadcast on the private channel in Urun. “By now you will all have heard the news about the sanctuary cities that have fallen,” he said, his voice filled with more humanity than Madigan had ever heard in it. As the son of an archseraphim, he was very otherworldly most of the time. “The hunters are coming.” A gasp circulated the crowd, fear evident on each and every face there. “They plan on ridding the world of us one city at a time, and in the past there was little way that we could stop it.” He stepped to the side, and Madigan stepped forward. “However, the time has come when things need to change. Madigan is a new resident to our fair city, but he is no less passionate about its protection.”
“What can he offer us? He’s just another nephilim,” one of the reporters-bloggers from the back of the pack said. “Only good for cannon fodder.”
“Madigan Parker is the son of Archangel Raphael,” Scepta said, his tone scathing. “He has been predicted to lead us.” A dozen people immediately started shouting questions.
Madigan figured that was his cue to say something. He stepped up to the mike, jostling Scepta aside. His lovers were in a line behind him, holding a hard pose with eyes diligently scanning the area. He felt comforted by their presence. “I’m a simple guy,” he said as the screamers quieted. “Once upon a time I was a baker who had zero clue about this world or the dangers in it. I don’t want to hurt people, and I sure as hell don’t want to be the spokesman of an entire race. However”— he pointed toward the sky—“there are monsters who have taken it upon themselves to hunt me and everyone like me. For too long they’ve been allowed to kill without regulation, without remorse. Either we take a stand now or we accept our fate as second-class citizens in a cosmic universe that will only end with our extinction.” He took a deep breath before making what he could only describe as a declaration of war. “I will fight for my right to live on this planet, but I can’t force others to do so. If you want to join me, we will be training for the battle.”
“We’ll be slaughtered!” a voice shouted from the crowd.
Madigan shook his head. “Not this time.” Now, Father. The archangels blinked into existence behind him, and a gasp percolated through the crowd. He’d wager that none of them had ever seen them together all at the same time. “My father and my uncles have graciously agreed to offer their services during the campaign. We’ll post more information as soon as it becomes available.” The entire congregation exploded into a chorus of questions, but Madigan was done talking. They’d had the big reveal. Now it was up to everyone else to make up their minds that there was hope in this situation.
Cross was by his elbow the second he stepped away from the podium, and the rest of his lovers surrounded him in a wall of sturdy flesh. He saw the telltale color of love and pride emblazoned across their auras, and he was more than a little proud to call them his own. Oddly, he felt the nervousness of before fading away. This was exactly as it was meant to be. The archangels fell in behind them, and Madigan felt their powers bump against him, the electrical output jarring to his senses. He rubbed his arms at the sensation.
“I’m proud of you, bright eyes,” Bren rumbled by his side. His dark-haired, black-eyed lover was looking at him like the sun rose and set with him.
“Did I sound okay?” he asked as they passed under the archway of the door that led into the lobby of Urun’s tallest building at the city’s center. It was where they were operating out of, and it was also where they were going to be training. The training facility that Marius and his lovers had set up would be overrun with nephilim and their angelic counterparts in the next few days. Madigan was being trained by Daisis, the archseraphim who ran Urun, himself. It was a big honor and apparently the quickest way for them to be able to get Madigan battle ready. He swallowed at that thought. He still had issues wrapping his mind over that particular facet of his new role in this life of his.
“You did wonderfully, son,” Raphael said from behind him. The guardians fanned out, giving them more space. He felt rather than saw Gabriel, Michael, and Uriel leave. Only Lucifer and Raphael remained. “You spoke with passion and gave them hope.”
Lucifer draped his arm around Madigan’s shoulders, and Madigan nearly jumped out of his skin. “You declare war very prettily, Madigan darling. I wonder though, can you keep up the image when people around you start to die?”
The angelic commander twisted the knob to open the door, and it only took him four of his massive strides to get to the orgy-sized bed in the center of their room. He dumped Madigan onto the center of the bed, and Madigan immediately started stripping down, wrestling his clothes off as his lovers did the same. He admired each of them in turn as he kicked off his jeans, his cock waving for attention as it was exposed to the cooler air of the bedroom.
Bren’s growls as he ripped his black T-shirt in an attempt to pull it over his head made Madigan snicker. He was the least patient out of all his lovers, but it was a quality that he didn’t mind in the least. His dark-haired, dark-eyed angel was also the most passionate.
Michel was the light to his darkness, a blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty with shaggy hair reminiscent of one of the Abercrombie & Fitch models he saw pictured in the mall. He was the nurturer of the bunch, and he knew he especially had been stressed today as the reality of the situation had sunk in.
Dex kissed a path down Michel’s exposed torso as he assisted with the removal of his pants, lovingly stroking Michel’s cock as he pulled the zipper back slowly. His dirty-blond head leaned forward and sucked the tip of Michel’s prick into his mouth.
Madigan reached down and started stroking his own cock in time with Dex’s suckling. “That’s hot, Dex. Suck him good.”
Cross groaned at the sight before crawling onto the bed beside Madigan and kneeling between his spread thighs. “Madi,” he whispered, copper eyes questioning. Madigan fisted his cock and offered it up to him.
The angelic commander grinned at him before lowering his mouth to engulf his already-dripping cock. Madigan’s energy level seemed to be rising by the second. It was almost like he was syphoning energy from the lust in the air. He felt strong, like all of his lovers were his to command, to love, to worship. And he did worship them. They were the best parts of him.
“I want someone to fuck you,” Madigan said, stroking Cross’s red hair as he bobbed on his length. The man had a mouth like a porno star. He groaned as his tongued lapped the sensitive head, demanding he give him more of the sticky proof of his pleasure.
“Dibs,” Bren rumbled, jumping on the bed just behind Cross’s upturned ass.
Yuri wrapped his arms around Bren’s waist, bottle of lube in hand. “And I call dibs on yours.”
“I want you all to come inside me,” Madigan groaned, his mind beginning to drift into hungry nephilim mode. He was insatiable when it got to this point. “I need you to claim me.” His lovers moaned at his statement. There was nothing they liked better than to claim him.
Cross sucked him harder, driving him into a higher sphere of pleasure. Madigan shuddered under his touch. He watched Bren dribble lube into the valley of Cross’s buttocks, and the anticipation of what was to come made Madigan squirm. He loved watching his lover’s fuck. He had become very voyeuristic in the days since he’d become the lover of his guardians.
Bren passed the slick back to Yuri as he smeared some on his own prick. “Red, you’re so fucking sexy.”
“Hmm, you are, too, Trouble,” Yuri rumbled, smacking Bren’s tight ass to get his attention. Bren jumped but groaned all the same. Trouble was Michel’s nickname for Bren, but it was one the others were using with greater frequency now. The nickname suited him. Bren was certainly trouble.
“Yuri,” Bren gasped. “I want you inside.”
Yuri kissed the side of his neck. “Working on it. Get inside our Cross, and then I’ll sink to the hilt in you.” His brown eyes flicked to Madigan. “Want to watch, Madi?”
Madigan swallowed. “Yes. Oh yes, please.” He could think of nothing better. The bed jumped as Dex tossed Michel onto it before following him down. He took both of Michel’s legs and put them on his shoulders.
“Lube,” Dex snarled, his voice a guttural rumble of need. Yuri passed it at the same time he sank his fingers into Bren’s ass. Lucifer’s angel pushed back and made a noise of want in the back of his throat. Madigan shut his eyes and just listened to the sound of their desire as his senses stretched out to feel how their lust vibrated the air. Their home was filled with love tonight.
The feeling of Cross’s mouth pleasuring him made his head loll as he tried not to come in the confines of his milking throat. He wanted them to come together. “Go ahead, Madigan,” Cross said as he came up for air. “Come in my mouth, beautiful boy. We’ll make you come again.” And they would. He knew they would. They would force him to experience greater pleasure than anyone ever could. He would love every second of it, too.
With a groan of surrender, he shot his load into Cross’s mouth, unable to hold back any longer. His mind blanked completely as his body shook apart in orgasm. Cross swallowed him down, his eyes eating him alive as he came undone.
Bren chose that moment to sink balls-deep inside of Cross’s ass, and his eyes rolled at the motion. Madigan panted as Cross snarled a very dirty compliment in Bren’s direction. Bren grinned unapologetically and pulled partway out before shoving his cock back inside Cross’s ass. Cross clung to Madigan’s thighs, gripping them tightly as Bren started fucking him in earnest. Yuri held Bren’s hips still before plunging inside him as well. The train of sex was finally getting rolling properly.