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“Your father had to perform a special ceremony to grant you us as guardian angels. He had to take a piece of himself, which was connected to you, and share it between all of us. It’s a really complicated process,” Yuri explained. “However, the bond is incomplete unless we take you as our lover. We’re angels. We have a forever kind of love when we mate. It doesn’t require anything of you but to pledge to be ours for the rest of your life, and we do the same. Of course, we have to consummate the bond within two days of making the pledge. So basically, we promise to be your devoted lovers and those words act as a covenant between us. Then we have to
consummate the joining.”
“You’re talking marriage,” Madigan accused in a strangled voice.
Yuri nodded. “Essentially, yes, except there doesn’t have to be any lavish ceremony. We just make a verbal pledge.” He paused. “I don’t think you understand that your life is in great danger, Madigan. If one of us for even a second falters, you’re dead. Period. End game. No reset. No recall. Dead. Do you understand?” Madigan nodded. “Then you should understand why we need to do everything we can to make sure we’re not leaving them an opportunity to get to you. The hunters won’t give up. Yes, this house is sanctuary, and they can’t enter it. However, you also can’t go outside. You’re trapped in this place. It only takes one smart hunter to realize that a sniper’s bullet can go through windows. Then what? Are you going to live in the basement until you’re of age?”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m a kid that you’ve got to chastise!” Madigan snapped. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. The walls he’d thought were a comfort suddenly felt suppressing. He’d never leave this house. He started to shake.
“Dammit, Yuri! You scared him. He’s going to hyperventilate.” Bren’s hands started smoothing down Madigan’s back in gentle, soothing motions. He kissed the side of Madigan’s cheek and neck. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. We’re going to take care of you. Don’t worry. Yuri is being a dick.”
Angel Bound 83
“What happens if we mate him?” Michel asked from behind them. He’d been curiously quiet throughout the conversation. Madigan turned to look at him. He looked stern and aloof. Something he never seemed. That was more Dex’s personality.
“He has a temporary cease fire placed on him for a year. I’m not sure of the specific ins and outs of that, but the ancient scrolls read that he will be untouchable so long as he’s within those years with his consorts. That should be just enough time to see him through his transition period and take the petition to Raphael for a permanent ban,” Yuri said. His eyes lit on Madigan, and Madigan deliberately looked away. He knew it wasn’t fair to blame the bearer of weird news, but he resented the hell out of the clinical way he was addressing what should be the most romantic moment of his life.
“Why all of us?” Michel wondered. “Why not just two of us? Most humans only have two guardians. Why can’t we just use that model?”
Yuri sighed. “It has to be every angel that he’s been angelbound with. Trust me, I’ve checked and rechecked. If Raphael hadn’t already bound us, it wouldn’t be an issue, but since we’re bound to Madigan, all of us must take him as a consort.”
Madigan started to tremble, but he didn’t know if it was from the lust pulsing through his veins or the fear that was racing through in equal measure. He wanted a shower, and he wanted to think. He knew he still smelled like the angels. He’d used a wet washcloth to mop up most of the sticky mess, but the scent had lingered on his skin, clouding his mind. Part of him wasn’t exactly opposed to
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