exactly known for their open-mindedness, and with the exception of Bren and himself, they hadn’t been out of the divine realms all that often to get acquainted with the wilder side of humanity. He sagged deeper into the recliner. He might as well just get it over with. It was almost like ripping off a Band-Aid. Sometimes the best thing to do was just jerk it off quickly.
“What color are your wings?” Madigan interrupted. It seemed like the kid was just bursting with questions.
Yuri chuckled. “They’re the same color as my eyes.” They were the color of champagne. He’d always thought they were kind of boring himself. They weren’t fantastic shades of crimson like Cross’s or even the deep midnight of Bren’s. Hell, even Michel had wings the perfect shades of white and gold. His were just plain in comparison.
“Can I see?” Madigan asked. Yuri blinked. Was he serious? Right now?
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“Madigan, why don’t you let Yuri breathe for a minute, baby? He’s exhausted from the flight, and I think he’s having trouble keeping up with two lines of questioning.” Cross’s voice was a gentle rebuke when he spoke. Madigan blushed lightly. How frigging cute was that?
“Sorry,” the nephilim muttered. He looked embarrassed, and Yuri found himself wanting to ease that awkwardness.
“It’s not a problem really,” he offered. Madigan smiled at him and his heart did a somersault. Holy crap . No wonder the kid had the angels already begging for his favor. His instincts clamored for him to cater to Madigan’s every need and smallest want. It had to be a mating instinct. One Yuri had never felt before. It was then he noticed that the room had gone quiet waiting for his answer and he was staring at Madigan. He cleared his throat.
“I consulted the ancient texts over the subject going back to Sodom and Gomorrah. It was a solution but one that is a little
extreme. However, as far as I can tell, it is the only solution known to have any effect.” He hesitated. “It’s…unconventional.”
Cross put a hand on Madigan’s shoulder. “What is the solution?”
Yuri cleared his throat. “He has to, uh, mate with his guardians.” He looked at each angel in turn. “All of us.”
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“No way. No friggin’ way. I don’t even know you!” Madigan protested. He leaned against Bren, seeking comfort. Cross wrapped his hands around his shoulders and squeezed.
“It’ll be for your protection, Madigan,” Yuri said reasonably. “I wouldn’t suggest it unless there was some other way.”
“I don’t know you!” he repeated. Yuri raised his golden eyebrow at him. It was a curious color, the same as his hair. It wasn’t brown,
and it wasn’t blond. It was some curious shade in between. Not that
that mattered. He shook his head to clear it.
“So it’s just me then?” Yuri smirked. “You’d mate with the others but not with me? What’s one more dick in the dog pile?” Madigan blushed crimson. He knew it sounded stupid, but he felt like he’d gotten to know the others a little. Yuri just sort of walked through the door.
“One more comment like that and I’m going to bust your fucking mouth!” Bren snapped, holding Madigan tightly.
“Be respectful, Yuri!” Cross growled at the same time. “This is a lot for Madigan to handle.”
Madigan swallowed hard. They were protecting him again. “I just don’t see how sleeping with five other men is going to keep me safe.” He shifted as his body started to stir with interest at the thought. He wanted to scream. Angelic puberty was a bitch. At least now he knew why he was so freaking horny all the time. Of course, knowing why did not help him control his urge to rub up against every man in this
room.
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