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“Ah! Fuck!” The words were torn from your lips as your alphas continued their brutal punishment. They tag-teamed you roughly, leaving your mouth as the only hole unfilled. Michael laid on his back with you on top of him, his cock buried deep in your pussy. Lucifer took you from behind as he kneeled behind you, keeping your body sandwiched between them.
“Do we need to get a gag for you, Omega?” Lucifer growls from behind you before he nips your shoulder. It was all you could do to stifle your purr. You would never admit it, but you loved this. Being shared and treated like a toy by your two alphas as they slowly wore out your stamina.
“I thought you liked it when I made noise?” You counter, trying to mask your exhaustion. Michael smirked and twisted your nipples between his fingers, making you gasp.
“We do. But the thought of you being bound and helpless is appealing.” He gives a mock sigh, rolling his hips up against you. “Still tempted to tie you up before we have to go.”
“I’ll be good. I promise!” You pant out. “I won’t leave the room!” Behind you, Lucifer laughs. Michael raises an eyebrow, obviously not believing a single word from your lips. Your eyes narrow into a sharp glare, which only seemed to amuse the archangels more.
“Right. I’ll believe you when humans fly.” Lucifer snorts before biting your shoulder. You were about to add that humans COULD fly with airplanes, parashoots, and other equipment before he adds, “Fly by their own power. Without any gadgets or genetic enhancements. Where do you think you need to go, anyway? Everything with your sisters is being handled. The prophet is safe. You don’t have any pressing concerns other than getting enough rest.”
“I still want to tell my sisters that they’re going to be aunts.” You grumble, trying not to pout. Honestly, the only reason you had left in the first place was to tell your sisters. It felt like you were keeping a large secret from them, and its weight burdened your heart.
“And you will.” Michael says gently, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “I’ll arrange for both your sisters to come visit here as soon as they aren’t… otherwise occupied.” He promises, grimacing slightly as he thought of Purah with Gabriel. You nod gratefully before allowing your omega to be in control. After all, you were getting what you wanted: both your alphas at the same time. You would enjoy this for as long as you could.
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“I should be coming home tomorrow.” Amitiel says as Alice leans on her shoulder, staring at you on the screen. A new team had been assigned to watch the prophet, and Amitiel was ordered to return to Heaven the following day. You were currently alone in Michael’s room while your two alphas were busy running Heaven. They thought you were sound asleep, but you decided to call Amitiel instead. Your inner omega purred at the idea of being caught by them. She somehow still wasn’t sated.
“I don’t like this. I want to keep you guys here with me.” Alice complains. “The new squad doesn’t talk to me. They just sit outside in the tree like a flock of vultures waiting for me to die.” She spreads her arms dramatically. “Zariel, when will I see you again?”
Guiltily, you bite your lip and look away, thinking about how to answer. “It might be a very long time.” You answer honestly. You would never tell her, but it might even be when the new prophet entered Heaven herself. “Our higher ups want a more advanced team to guard you now that we know you are the main prophet.”
“That’s bullshit.” Alice exclaims, tossing her hair over her shoulder as her voice grew louder, making sure the new squad outside could hear her immense displeasure. “You three are some of the best warriors Heaven has. I can feel it!” She says, stroking a chord of pride within your heart. “Isn’t there some way I can appeal this? Shouldn’t I have a say in who is watching over me?”
“It’s not just them wanting a more advanced team… there is more.” You say, finally looking to meet Amitiel’s eyes on screen. Your sister’s eyes widen as she immediately guessed your secret. Amitiel was very intuitive by nature. “I’m pregnant. And that makes me a liability and a target. I’m sorry.” You look back down, your throat catching. The room went silent for a few moments as your sister and Alice processed this new development.
“ANGELS CAN HAVE BABIES?” Alice finally asks, her voice overflowing with curiosity. A small smile crosses your face as you look up to meet her eyes. “I thought the bible said angels couldn’t marry or have children.”
“About that.” You pause, deliberating how much to say. “Your bible has been translated many times over since it was written. I’m sure you’re familiar with what you humans call the ‘telephone game?’ It’s only natural some ideas and stories have been corrupted over time.” You say gently. “While it is true that angels don’t marry in the traditional sense that humans do, we do form long-lasting bonds with each other, the most common being a mate bond or a creation bond. As for having children… we can have children with each other under certain conditions, which will result in a mate bond being formed. And you’ve probably heard tales of the Nephilim, children who are half angel and half human.”
“Wait, wait.” Alice holds her hands up. “Information overload. So, you can have children. How long are pregnancies for angels? And are Nephilim really forbidden? Also, those bonds you mentioned… how do those work exactly?” She asks, her eyes bright and thirsty for knowledge. “Come on! You need to tell me! I doubt those gargoyle statues outside are going to tell me jack-shit!” She says, jabbing her thumb towards the window. One of the said angels glared at her through the glass, obviously insulted.
“Well,” Amitiel clears her throat. “Nephilim are strictly forbidden. For one, we really aren’t supposed to get too attached to mortal beings… at least until a human dies and enters Heaven for eternity. But romantic relationships are still very illegal. Secondly, Nephilim’s powers are very unstable. They can cause a lot of damage to themselves and others, even unintentionally. Not to mention they can grow more powerful than the angel that sired them, if given enough time to develop.” She gives Alice a remorseful smile. “Many angels do disagree with the severity of some of the rules, but we aren’t Father. We can’t change the rules but are still expected to enforce them.”
“I see…” Alice’s brows furrow in thought. “What about my other questions?”
“Angel pregnancies.” You speak up, volunteering to speak on the next topic. “They can vary depending on the strength of the angelic parents. Gestation can last anywhere from three to six months in human time. Also, angel pregnancies are very rare. Usually there might be two to three pregnancies every one thousand years with an occasional outlier. While pregnant, it is crucial for the angel to stay near his or her mate. Some grace, or angelic life-force, is used to sustain the baby. More and more will be needed as gestation progresses, which can leave the parent severely weakened. This is where the mate bond comes in. The non-pregnant mate can share their energy. After the baby is born, the bond remains and ties the two angels together. Those angels will always share some amount of their power, and a mate bond is for life. We don’t get another one if our mate dies.” You explain sadly.
“That’s the first kind of bond.” Amitiel continues, sensing you were about to get lost in your own thoughts. “Doreshki, like ourselves, share a creation bond, meaning we were created together with the intention of always being linked. Kind of like human triplets. If one of us dies, so do our bonded sisters. Also, our self-healing abilities intensify when our sisters are nearby. There are other types of angels that can share creation bonds, but Doreshki are a common example. I think we’ve answered all your original questions now.” She says with a shrug. “Although I think we’ve just given you more.”
“So who’s the father of your baby?” Alice asks, mind still whirling. She raises her eyebrows at you. Your face reddens, and you glance down at your tightly clasped hands in your lap.
“I’m not sure.” You hesitate slightly. “There are two possible fathers. They are both aware I’m pregnant, but we won’t know which is the father until later. Either my child will make it known, or I’ll start feeling the bond with the father.” As you look up, you notice Alice’s wide eyes and rapt attention. Before you could say much else, you notice the offended angel from earlier still peering in the window curiously. Amitiel follows your gaze, realization covering her face.
“Out!” Amitiel gets up, going to shoo the other angel away from the window. “This is a private conversation!” She waves her hands wildly as Alice laughs softly. You smile, but freeze as you hear footsteps outside Michael’s bedroom doors.
“Hey, I need to go.” You say, giving Alice an apologetic smile. “Amitiel can probably tell you more later, if you wish.” You stifle your purr, wanting to seem surprised at your alphas’ return. As you wrap up your call, you start to hear the argument brewing outside. Unfortunately, it was not your alphas.
“I don’t care how many omegas you’ve fucked!” You cringe as you hear Purah yelling angrily. She was probably still in heat, but her haze had slacked enough to be conscious for now. “Do you have any idea how many alphas I’ve been with? Do you?” Your skin itched as you felt her stronger emotions bleeding over. Hurt, anger, and… jealousy? Biting your lower lip, you move to stand by the closed door as you attempt to figure out what was going on.
“Go ahead and name them all. I don’t care.” You hear Gabriel growl, his voice darker than you’d ever heard it. You shiver slightly, forcing yourself to remain silent. The youngest archangel was normally so carefree and happy. “You’re upset at me for having other lovers, but you’ve slept with just as many. If not more.” He snarls, and your sister goes silent. “Who are you to tell me who I can and can’t sleep with?”
“Just go.” You hear Purah’s defeated voice. “You’re right. I can’t, and I won’t. Go back to your endless stream of entertainment.” She says, her voice steadily growing stronger. “Thank you for your ‘help,’ but I’m better now. I can find someone else easily.” She snarls, traces of venom trickling into her words. She presses her back to the outside of the door, and you hear her knock gently. Taking a deep breath, you place your hand on the doorknob to let her in.
“Purah, please.” Gabriel still sounded irate, but he tried to soften his voice. “Don’t leave. You’re still in heat. Let’s just go back and lie down. You don’t need to disturb Zariel or find another alpha. I’ll take care of you.” Your hand froze as you hear the door creak as he pressed her into the door. “I won’t let you go like this. Not when you’re angry with me. How was I supposed to know you’d go digging through my things?” He says, chuckling softly. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.
“Fuck off!” Purah’s temper flared again. “You don’t own me. I’ll go wherever I damn well please! I don’t need you. And I didn’t go through your things. Your trophy collection was strewn everywhere!” At this point, you turned the knob and opened the door slowly, interrupting the lovers’ quarrel. Gabriel backed away from the door, still breathing heavily. Purah gives you a grateful smile before giving the alpha a hard stare. “Goodbye.”
“Purah…” Gabriel reaches one hand towards her, but retracts it just as quickly. “My door is unlocked if you need me.” He says before backing off towards his room. Purah breathes out a sigh of relief before barreling into the bedroom with you. In the next instant, your sister hugs you tightly, letting out a small sob.
“Fucking bastard.” Purah cries, tears streaming down her cheeks as she hides her face in your shoulder. “He keeps trophies from other omegas. I found a pair of panties from the last guest. It was under the damn pillow!” You stroked her back silently. Gabriel’s behavior with other omegas was not a surprise, but you understood why Purah was so sensitive right now. Her heat hormones were making her more vulnerable than normal.
“Come on. Let’s get something to eat.” You murmur softly, pulling her away from the door. Michael had a small adjacent lounge area, complete with a fireplace, couch, loaded bookcases and a mini fridge. Glancing around, you made a mental note to investigate what sort of books he kept. Purah sobbed and sank heavily into the couch, her shoulders trembling slightly. You quickly grabbed something for her and sat with her silently as you both watched the flames crackle.
“I know I’m being irrational, but…” Purah paused, taking a deep breath. “My omega considers him mine. In a different way than just a fling.” She says hesitantly. “I don’t have any right to think that, and he hasn’t done anything to suggest he feels the same way. He isn’t mine at all.” Wiping the tears away from her eyes, she turns to give you a weak smile. “I’m pathetic, aren’t I?”
“No.” You respond immediately. “Not pathetic. You’re in heat, and Gabriel went out of his way to take care of you after we rescued you. He was your knight in shining armor. Your omega formed a strong impression of him.” Purah sighed but stayed in silent contemplation. “I need to tell you something.” You pause, waiting to get her attention. Hopefully, this would distract her, albeit only momentarily. “I’m pregnant.”
Purah’s eyes widen dramatically, and a wide smile crossed your face as her mood shifted. She opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs before standing on the couch and jumping for joy. “You’re going to be a Mom! I’m going to be an auntie! Amitiel is going to be an auntie!” She continued to yell, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Wait! So, who’s the father?” Purah plops down heavily on the couch, curiosity brimming from her eyes.
“Not sure yet.” You shrug self-consciously. “Either Michael or Lucifer.” You noticed Purah’s face twitch slightly at the mention of Lucifer. “He’s really not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. They’re both teddy bears behind closed doors, I swear.”
“Who’s a teddy bear?” You both look over to see Michael in the doorway, smirking at you. You roll your eyes. You had no idea of how long he had stood there. “I do have a reputation to uphold. Don’t push your luck, Zariel.” He warns you before nodding at Purah in greeting. “I came to check in, but you both seem more than fine. I heard you screaming. How are you feeling?” He asks your sister. You notice he didn’t come any closer since Purah was still in heat. Your omega felt a twinge of satisfaction at his loyalty.
“Fine.” Purah says nonchalantly, then narrows her eyes at the space behind Michael. “Although a few more inches would have been nice.” You and Michael were confused until you heard a small cough from the other room. Gabriel appeared behind Michael.
“We have a situation in the infirmary.” Gabriel told his elder brother quietly, then glowered at Purah. However, he didn’t comment further. A sense of dread filled your heart.
“What’s the situation?” Michael asked, instantly on alert. The infirmary was under Raphael’s jurisdiction, not Michael’s. It had to be important if the other archangels were getting involved. Gabriel’s eyes slid over you and Purah before looking back to Michael.
“Raphael reported Habbiel is dying. Eurielle and Sabriel are with her now to say goodbye. Someone needs to take charge over the Doreshki temporarily until we can determine the order of succession.” Gabriel says quietly. Your heart pounded in your chest. If Habbiel died, so would Eurielle and Sabriel. Also, you still didn’t know what the sigil Habbiel gave you meant, and you doubted Eurielle and Sabriel would be in a mood to humor you. “It would appear we have a traitor. Raphael found poison in Habbiel’s IV. She was already severely injured, so the poison sealed her fate. One of us needs to take over the Doreshki, and I’ll track down the defector personally.” He says, cracking his knuckles. The youngest archangel was known for his tracking skills.
“Good. Then I’ll go speak to Eurielle about who their successors are.” Michael says before giving you an apologetic look. “I’ll be back later.”
“Wait!” You leapt to your feet. You needed to find out about the sigil. You might be able to speak to Habbiel while Michael spoke to Eurielle and Sabriel. “I’m coming too!” Michael opened his mouth to argue, but Gabriel came to your aide.
“It would be better if she assisted you, Mikey. Zariel knows more about how the Doreshki operate than we do, and how their headquarters is laid out. Not to mention you’ll be able to stay over there longer without feeling the need to come back here.” Gabriel says pointedly. You realized Michael would probably be distracted with wanting to check on you if you remained in his room.
“Fine.” Michael growled, and you noticed a slight tick in his jaw. Oops. Your alpha wasn’t a fan of this plan, even if it was the most logical option. You gave him an apologetic smile along with your best puppy-dog eyes. His grimace turned to into a hesitant half smile. “Let’s get going. Are you coming as well?” He directs his question to Purah. You saw Gabriel give your sister a concerned glance, although he still seemed miffed.
“No, I’m fine. I’m going back to our quarters to rest.” Purah answers Michael softly before rising from the couch. She hugs you on her way out, pointedly ignoring Gabriel as she leaves. “Goodbye! And congratulations!” Purah smiles over her shoulder at your alpha. She was apparently on Team Michael. He grins in response before offering his arm. You took it as he guided you towards the infirmary. Gabriel followed closely behind, eyes downcast in thought. He regained his focus as your trio entered the hospital lobby. It was like a switch flipped in his mind as he stalked off, already on the hunt for the traitor.
As you started towards Habbiel’s room, you noticed many angels stopped to stare at you and Michael together. You blushed and glanced down as you could feel their curiosity and in some cases, envy. Michael stopped suddenly, giving you an indecipherable stare.
“Look at me.” He commands, instantly pulling your gaze to his face. “Don’t you dare cower in front of them. My mate bows to no one.” Michael’s lips turn up into a smile as he kisses your forehead, ignoring a soft cough from Melahel.
“My lord… and my lady.” Melahel addresses you hesitantly. “Eurielle is expecting you. Please come with me.”