by Maggie Walsh
The Angel Pack 7
Envy
Crew Angel has always felt like the outcast and fears he will be treated differently if his deepest desires are uncovered. Haven has been the head of Storm’s guard for centuries and has just been reunited with his pride. One of the Underworld’s Legion Warriors, Laylen, is a daredevil that loves to live on the edge. When the three meet, they find that when it comes to the bedroom, they all share the same needs and desires.
When Crew falls prey to a mysterious illness, the pack finds that they cannot help him because Crew has actually been possessed by an evil being. During a bank robbery Haven gets shot and Crew gets taken hostage. The two bandits then make the biggest mistake of their lives by bringing Crew to his home to hide out from the authorities. What they find in the house in the woods is something neither of them could have ever imagined.
Note: This book contains double anal penetration.
Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 76,910 words
ENVY
The Angel Pack 7
Maggie Walsh
MENAGE AND MORE
MANLOVE
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As always, to my children for their love, support, and encouragement. Without you I am nothing.
To my readers, thank you for all your kind words and support of my Angel Men. It thrills me to know that you are enjoying reading about them as much as I am enjoying writing them.
If anyone has been confused about the Angel Pack-Beyond the Angel Pack arc that flows through all the books, I sincerely apologize. The characters under the Beyond the Angel Pack series are technically not a part of the Angel Pack, but I believed they needed their own stories. But the continuing arc intertwines through both series, and again I apologize if this has caused any confusion.
For any new readers, please note that this is part of a series and should be read in order as follows: Betrayal, Secrets, Truth, Trust, Dante’s Mates, Underneath, Viktor’s Familiar, United, When World’s Collide, and this, Envy.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
About the Author
ENVY
The Angel Pack 7
MAGGIE WALSH
Copyright © 2015
Chapter 1
Crew was in sexual heaven. His body buzzed as he rode the long thick cock of his human lover Dirk. The man was a sex god with stamina unmatched by anyone Crew knew. The man could fuck hard for an hour without coming, and then still be ready for more. Crew was used to that in the paranormal world, but not with the humans.
A large demanding hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling his shoulder-length hair roughly back against his shoulders. J.C., his other human lover, took his lips in a ferocious, passionate kiss. He attacked Crew’s lips like they were the only lips left in the world and he needed to mark them as his alone. Crew arched his back, placing his hands on Dirk’s hard, muscled thighs to balance himself so he wouldn’t fall from Dirk’s body. Dirk lay on his back on the leather swing suspended from the ceiling as Crew rode his ten-inch cock. This position made it easy for his two lovers to take his body and use it however they wanted. Dirk held his hips tight and began to power thrust up into his ass. J.C. tightened his grip in Crew’s hair to the point of pain, but it was a pain he craved. J.C. wrapped his other hand around Crew’s throat, encasing his head in a possessive hold.
He could feel his orgasm building with the rough treatment his two lovers were giving him. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to come. Dirk had put a cock ring on him. He didn’t mind. He loved it actually. He knew the more they brought him to the edge without release, the better his release would be when he was finally allowed to come.
His body was slick with sweat. He could feel the droplets rolling down his skin against his back and chest. J.C. slid his hand roughly down Crew’s chest and abdomen and grabbed his cock in a vise grip. He stroked Crew fast, keeping in sync with Dirk’s thrusts. J.C. released his lips and attacked his neck, nipping and sucking. He knew he would have to shift to heal before heading home, or else his pack brothers would notice all the love bites. A loud groan escaped Crew’s lips and he quickened his movements, slamming down against Dirk.
“So fucking good, Gavin. There is no one in this world who can take a pounding like
you,” Dirk encouraged between clenched teeth. Gavin was the name his human lovers knew him by. They had no idea he was a wolf shifter, and there was no way he was telling them his real name. He didn’t want them trying to locate him and giving his secret away.
No one in the pack knew about his deep, dark desires. He was a big strong enforcer for the Angel pack, and all the enforcers of the inner pack were large domineering men. He had spent over two hundred years with his pack mates, and they had yet to find out about his love of huge thick cocks. They were all gay, and they all loved cock, but he loved them big. The longer and thicker the better, and if he could get two or more at once, he was in heaven.
Dirk grabbed one of his nipples and pinched it hard. “Oh fuck!” Crew cried out from the rough treatment of his lovers.
“Feeling good, Gav?” J.C.’s voice was rough and low, causing another wave of desire to shoot through Crew.
“Feels fucking great,” he managed to answer through his lust-filled brain. Dirk tugged on his nipple at the same moment J.C. bit down hard on his shoulder. Crew’s body bucked at the dual pleasure-pain. He loved when his lovers bit down on his flesh. Being a wolf, it was part of his DNA. Biting was a way of marking or claiming what belonged to them. It warned others away from what was theirs. He knew his two human lovers had no idea what the act meant to him, but it was all good all the same. He could fantasize about what it would feel like to have his mate bite him, to mark him and claim him. But then again, he didn’t want to find his mate, because that meant he would have to give this up. He would have to give up these two hot, sexy men, and he didn’t want to walk away from them. For over five years, Dirk and J.C. took him to heights he’d only ever dreamed of before. They knew how to play his body like a finely tuned instrument and then push him to his limits. If Fate truly was good, she would have made these two his mates. They were almost perfect.
He loved everything they did to him, but he also wanted that connection he saw the other mates share. Sure, his lovers knew how to please him sexually, but that was all he truly had with them. If he was being honest, he wanted this, but he also wanted someone who could fulfill his other needs as well. He wanted a mate to take care of him. To worry about him, and to share their life with him. He wanted a mate that he could just sit and cuddle with at times. One who would spend hours talking to him, laughing with him, and sharing secret looks with him that only they understood. He wanted someone who would not only understand his dark desires and fulfill them, but who would also connect with him mentally and emotionally, too. He wanted to be the center of someone’s life.
He felt J.C.’s hand on his back as the human pushed him forward onto Dirk’s sweaty chest. He grabbed onto the chains on either side of Dirk’s head that held the swing up. Dirk grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them wide as he stopped thrusting into him. Then he felt it. What he had been waiting for. The blunt tip of J.C.’s thick cock pressed against his already speared hole. The pressure built in his body at the anticipation of what was about to happen. J.C. pressed forward and his slick cock slid against Dirk’s cock. The man below him moaned at the sensation and tightened his grip on Crew’s ass. J.C. slid into Crew’s body and only stopped when he bottomed out inside of Crew.
A loud moan of ecstasy escaped Crew’s lips as his head felt light and his ass felt heavy. His lovers remained still, allowing him to get used to their possession of his body. But the wait wasn’t long. J.C. slowly pulled back until just the tip of his massive cock remained inside. Dirk gave a small snap of his hips, plunging his cock deeper into Crew and pegging his happy spot. As J.C. thrust forward, pushing all the way into Crew again, Dirk pulled out. The two worked in unison to fuck Crew just right. They continued to fuck him like this for a few more minutes until he thought he would go out of his mind.
Then they adjusted their thrusts to enter him at the same time and pull out at the same time. J.C. grabbed onto the leather straps of the harness Crew wore around his back and chest. Using the straps to give him more leverage, J.C. started to pound into him. Dirk tightened his grip on Crew’s hips as he met J.C.’s thrusts. Crew was about to die from pleasure. It was the only way he could describe what his body was going through at this moment. J.C. grabbed the back of his head and roughly pulled his hair, causing his head to snap back. Dirk took advantage of his position and attacked his exposed throat with his mouth, sucking and biting. Two thick, ten-inch cocks continued to pound into his hole.
“Take everything we give you, you cock slut. You know you love it,” J.C.’s husky voice growled out from behind him. He would take it. He would take whatever pounding they gave him and love it, because he was a cock slut. He craved cock inside him twenty-four-seven.
“I’m ready,” Dirk informed them and reached between their bodies. He grabbed onto the ring around Crew’s cock and unclasped it, releasing Crew. Immediately he felt his climax rushing to explode from him. “Come now!” Dirk ordered and the three of them shot at the same time. The warm wetness between his and Dirk’s bodies was nothing compared to the heat that filled his ass as the two monster cocks ruptured deep inside him. He felt like a volcano exploded from him and inside him. His body jerked and shook uncontrollably against Dirk’s hard chest as he cried out as loud as he could, his throat going raw from the scream. All his energy drained from him, and he dropped limply onto his lover as blackness took him.
* * * *
How long do I have to stay here to make it look good before I can sneak out and go do what I would rather be doing? Crew sighed as he moved through the crowd. With his beer in hand, he slowly bobbed and weaved through the crowd of people that had gathered on the patio at the pack house to celebrate their alpha mate’s twenty-seventh birthday. He finally made his way away from the throng of people and found a quiet table alone toward the grass.
Crew sat at the table and took a sip of his beer as he stared out into the tree line. He really didn’t want to be here. Yes, he loved Jesse and wanted to wish him a happy birthday, but he hadn’t realized the whole damn pack, as well as Dante’s whole coven, all of Storm’s pride, hundreds of fae, and a few of the Legion Warriors would be coming. There had to be at least five hundred people or more here. He didn’t think Jesse even knew all these people. For days, all types of paranormals kept showing up just to wish their alpha mate their best for his birthday and to drop off a small gift of their appreciation. Then they would leave and the doorbell would ring again. It was getting to be a pain in the ass. Why Micah hadn’t left the gates closed and not allowed all these people to keep coming and going was beyond him.
The gates were closed and locked up tight for the party today though. Only people who were actually invited were allowed to enter. It must be nice being so loved, as Jesse was. He couldn’t blame anyone though. Jesse was the sweetest, kindest person Crew had ever met. He was patient with everyone and never judged anyone. Crew felt so guilty about the pain he caused Jesse a few months ago. He was just acting like an ass, and being jealous because everyone was finding their perfect mates and he wasn’t. He was envious of how open and accepting everyone was about Raffy’s love of wearing girls’ clothes. He was jealous because the omega was able to come out of hiding and embrace his deepest desires, and everyone just accepted him.
Everyone might perceive Crew as being dumb or naive, but he wasn’t. Most of the time he just sat quietly and observed everything. He watched and listened to what was going on around him and knew more than they all gave him credit for. He knew his pack brothers wouldn’t be able to accept his depravity as they had with Raffy’s. He was an enforcer. They were the dominant ones, not the submissive ones, end of story. So he had to keep his desires hidden, which caused his jealousy and resentment toward some of the smaller mates. They could be exactly who they wanted to be and not have to worry about being chastised or shunned.
That was the way his whole life had been. He had never been able to truly be himself since the day he was born. He was the middle child in his family. He had six older siblings a
nd four younger ones. His parents doted on his three oldest brothers because his oldest brother would be Alpha someday, and the other two were going to be enforcers. Then there were his three older sisters. The oldest was promised to mate his father’s business partner’s son when she turned eighteen. Then the other two, the twins, were exceptional athletes. They were amazing swimmers and his parents made sure they had the best trainers around to guide them. Back in the 1960s, they even saw that they had both made it onto the American Olympic Team.
Crew hated that they competed in all the swim meets they did. He didn’t think it was fair of them to go up against the humans. How was that winning if the competition was really no competition at all? But his parents told him to shut up about it. If the Russians could send their shifters to the games, then so should America. He wasn’t so sure how true that was, because the humans weren’t supposed to know about them, but what did he know, right?
Then there were the four youngest. One brother and three sisters. His brother was always big for his age and his parents just knew that he was going to become a kill enforcer for the council someday. So he was treated like a prince, too. One of his younger sisters loved to sing. People would come from all around to listen to her. She was a pretty big hit back in the 1860s. Then again in the 1950s. He was sure she was waiting for her chance to grab stardom again someday. Then his youngest sisters, also twins, were the babies of the family, so they were spoiled no matter what they did. They used it to their advantage and knew how to get their way. Most of the time they used that advantage against Crew.