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with spunk. Madigan trembled as he watched the orgasm build inside
Bren s body. He relaxed his throat as Bren s thrusts lost their rhythm
and his pleasure spilled over his tongue and down his throat. The raw
spark of life that filled Madigan s mouth made him lose it yet again,
and he screamed so long he was pretty sure he blacked out for a few
seconds.
When he regained his senses, Cross was pounding inside him,
sweat streaming down his handsome face as the angelic commander
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was lost in Madigan s body. He blinked and realized that Bren was no
longer in his mouth and Michel was no longer sucking him. He turned
his head and smiled at them as they leaned against the headboard and
watched him and Cross. With a twist of his hips he pushed Cross
backward, careful to not dislodge the cock that was still working
inside him. He wanted to ride. Cross s hands caught his hips and
slammed him down on his thick arousal.
 Cross, come for me. Come inside me. Fill me up, lover,
Madigan groaned, bouncing harder at the deeper penetration. This
was just what he needed. He knew if he could just get Cross over the
edge that the hunger inside him would ease a little.
It was like his words commanded his desires into existence
because the minute the words were out of his mouth, Cross s eyes
widened and he slammed deep inside Madigan, shooting his load with
a rough cry of surprise. Madigan followed his, his balls tightening so
much that he was almost certain his balls turned inside out.
When he finished, he collapsed against Cross s chest, unable to
move. His powers settled slowly back down, his vision returning to
normal as soon as it did. He exhaled, his mind swirling.
 I am dead, he mumbled. He didn t fight it when his eyes slid
shut.  I am seriously dead. I never want to come again.
 Hmm, that makes two of us and I only came once, Cross
muttered before squeezing Madigan and kissing his forehead.
Madigan meant to say something brilliant, but it just seemed too
difficult. Without meaning to, he slipped into sleep.
* * * *
Yuri finished his purchase with two clicks of his mouse and shut
his laptop with a definitive click. Without the illumination from the
screen, the room was plunged into darkness. After a quick clean-up,
Cross had tucked everyone into bed, but Yuri hadn t wanted to slide
into dreamland without ordering Madigan his sex swing. He smiled at
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the thought. His lover may not have meant for him to actually go buy
it for their wedding night, but the image was burned into his
cerebrum.
He pushed himself up from the arm chair that was on the other
side of their bed and went over to the mattress. He almost always
slept on the outside because he was the one who most always was up
late reading, researching, or about a million other things. He strained
his eyes to look at his lovers, who were cuddled up in a dog pile on
their massive bed.
 Yuri, Dex whispered in the darkness.  Get into bed, sweet.
Yuri didn t have to be told twice. He hopped up and was
immediately enveloped in Dex s thick arms. The gentle giant was a
cuddle bug, but that was okay. If Yuri would admit it, so was he. As
he turned in Dex s arms, he couldn t help but feel the hard evidence
of Dex s arousal settle against the swell of his ass.
 Seriously? Yuri asked, trying to quell the laughter in his voice.
Dex shifted, but it only managed to grind the hardness against
Yuri s backside. He did chuckle then.  I can t help it, Dex muttered,
pinching Yuri s nipple in punishment.  I saw you flipping through the
pages on the web looking for the sex swing.
Yuri s laugher only increased at his words, making his sides
quake.  Getting a visual?
Dex snorted.  You know I did. Don t be a butthead. I can t help
it.
 Sweet wet dreams, Dexirus, Yuri teased, wriggling his ass to
tease Dex.
 You are a bastard, Yuriel, Dex grumped.
 Both of you, hush, Cross rumbled from the middle of the bed.
 You ll wake Madigan, and if I have to listen to him ooh and ahh over
the house shifting colors or catching glimpses of spirits or some shit,
you two are sleeping on the couch for a week.
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