Downs, Jana - Angel Bound [His Guardian Angels 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove - Serialized) by Jana Downs Page B

wanted to wrap  himself around like a living blanket, but that wasn’t logical. Bren was  right. He didn’t know him, and he didn’t really like him. So why did  he feel the urge to go there?
    “You decent?” Bren asked after a few minutes of silence.

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    “Yeah,” Madigan said. He was still battling with his impulse to go  the angel, but it was getting easier as the seconds ticked by. Bren  turned, and his eyes widened as he took in Madigan’s outfit. Wings  sprang from his back, and his nostrils flared. Madigan took a step  back in fear. “What did I do?” he asked in confusion.
    “Go, Madigan.” Bren spat through gritted teeth. “Go while you  can.” He looked like he was in pain. Madigan frowned and stepped  toward the angel. Maybe something was wrong. “No!” Bren shouted,  backpedaling into the wall. It shook with the force of the angel hitting  it. “Just, God, go, bright eyes. You’re wearing my clothes.” He shut  his eyes and clenched his jaw. “You don’t understand. Please, just  go.” Madigan was starting to get freaked out by the desperate note in  Bren’s voice. Without another word, he ran to the door and slammed
    it behind him, taking off toward the kitchen. The sound of something  smashing up against the door and an inhuman snarl followed him  downstairs. What the hell had just happened? It wasn’t until he took  the corner and swung into the kitchen that he realized something.  Bren had called him “bright eyes” just like in his dream.

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    Chapter Six
    Bren locked himself in the bathroom adjacent to the boy’s bedroom, trying to calm himself. He hadn’t meant to lose it like that.  He certainly hadn’t meant to scare the living daylights out of  Madigan. He sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. He had a wild look in his pitch-black eyes, and his tanned muscles were smeared with a light sheen of sweat. This was all his fault, of course.  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