Deviant Knights (15 page)

“Now!”

“You do not direct me.”
 
He emphasized his point by twisting her
nipple tightly, a surge of pain swirling behind it.

“Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”
 
He brought the tip of his
cock flush to her sex, rubbing the head within her folds.
 
Thrusting forward, the head buried inside the
first few inches.

Heat exploded at the entrance of her channel,
his girth something she was unused to.
 
A
delicious burn fired as he surged forward, his cock stretching her wide.
 
She took in a deep breath, the pain of it
pushing her to the brink again, so soon after her last.
 
He stopped, his eyes closed, pausing deep
within her.
 
She felt the tremble in his
body and she knew then he was on the edge of his own control.

The first thrust bordered on pain.
 
The second was more fluid.
 
From that point, her body ripened more,
flooding her sex with more of her cream.
 
The pleasant burn of friction was countered by the natural lubrication
of her desire.
 

Her hips moved of their own accord, matching his
tempo.
 
His cock
pistoned
in her, hard and hot, the rapid thrusting of the
hard sex exactly what she needed.
 
Rough and dirty.

When he slowed down, languidly rolling his hips,
she was caught off-guard.
 
He lowered to
her, his lips finding hers as the frantic pace suddenly became easy and
relaxed.

“I will never get enough of this, of your
body.
 
You feel too good to ever give
up.”

She heard his whispered words, spoken between
kisses, not allowing
herself
to believe them.
 
Even though inwardly, she thought the
same.
 
His body felt too right, too
good.
  
But she wouldn’t let a moment of
mutual release become anything more than what it really was, no matter how
badly she wanted it to.

“You’re mine,
Kadence
.
 
I don’t want to share you with Michel.
 
Promise me you won’t have him in our bed.”

Kadence
was shocked.
 
She didn’t know
how to answer his request.
 
He asked for
a sort of pledge from her. The longer she was silent, the slower his hips
became, until they stopped all together.

“
Kadence
?”

“You have no right to ask me that.”

“You know you’re mine.
 
You dreamed of this, my loving, the two of us
every night for so long. How can you say I have no right to savor you
alone?
 
You didn’t dream of him, it was
all me.”

“That doesn’t mean a thing.
 
I can’t help the way I feel.”

“You even want him now?
 
After the ugly things he said to you?”

“I don’t know what I feel for him, what I may
want from him.
 
I may not ever take him
again, but you don’t have the right to demand that I don’t.”

“You are mine.
 
No matter what you say, you are mine and only mine.”
 
He punctuated his words with a stiff plunge
from his cock, bringing a moan from her lips.

He began another violent series of thrusts, his
mouth capturing hers in a mind-blowing kiss.
 
Fingers pinched her clit as he continued his rapid pace, his lips
branding her as his own.
 
He pushed her
body, mastering it, and she flew over the edge.
 
He swallowed her screamed release, following hers with his own.
 
Thick ropes of cum flooded her sex, heating
her from inside.

She felt each jerk of his cock, as each shot
came forth.
 
The walls of her channel
quivered, rippling around his thick dick.

“You will see,
querida
,
you will admit that you are mine before you know it.”

Chapter Twelve

Michel lay in his bed, listening to the sounds
of Gabriel and
Kadence’s
lovemaking.
 
His teeth ground together as they flew over
the edge, their mutual orgasms flowing over one another.
 
He so wanted to be in there, to be a part of
their night.
 
But he could not touch her
until he knew for certain.

Tomorrow.
 
Tomorrow, once they’d
rested, they would sit with Thierry and learn the truth.
 
His friend had already alluded to finding
some information, so it was all a matter of time.
 
Thierry had refused to tell Michel until
Kadence
and Gabriel could sit in and hear it as well.
 
Which seemed to bode ill in
Michel’s mind.

He clenched his fists, trying to ignore his hard
cock jutting painfully from between his legs.
 
He could almost see their lovemaking.
 
When he’d heard the spanking, he’d had to hold tight not to
rise
from the bed and go to them.
 
To see her reddened ass, ripe and ready to
plunder.

Unable to hold back the tide any longer, he
gripped the stalk of his cock and ran a tight fist over it.
 
He’d never been one to masturbate, easily
finding a woman to sate his needs whenever the desire struck.
 
She reduced him to jerking himself off, over
and over, the need he felt never quelling by his own hand.
 
He needed to be inside her, to flood her
pussy with his cum.
 
Mark her, brand her
as his.

He could even now probably slip into the next
bedroom, slide under the sheets, and press into
Kadence’s
heat.
 
He could imagine pumping deep
inside her cunt, his cock squeezed snug inside her small channel.
 
He’d felt her that first night, unused and
nearly virginal.
 
She hadn’t been loved
in some time.
 
A woman like her needed to
be fucked often, to show her who her master was.

Gabriel had experienced that cunt first, without
him.
 
Michel’s teeth nearly shattered as
he held back the rage that swirled through him.

Gabriel had tasted that little pussy and filled
her, stretching her to his needs.
 
And
she’d screamed in pleasure at the rough treatment, taking it, taking all of it.

Michel bit back a yell as cum shot from his
cock, coating his stomach with hot blasts.

Damn them both.

****

Gabriel awoke the following morning, his muscles
relaxed from the previous night’s exertion.
 
Kadence
was draped across his chest, evenly
breathing in repose.
 
He smiled down at
her upturned face.
 
Her long, copper
lashes fanned her cheeks, small, nearly imperceptible freckles dotted just
below.
 
Plump lips bowed perfectly,
demanding to be kissed.
 
He couldn’t
resist the urge, dipping his head to steal a quick peck, tasting her earthy
flavor.

Lavender eyes popped open as he slowly deepened
the kiss.
 
She pulled back, her eyes
widening further.

“Morning breath.
 
No kisses.
 
Not yet.”

“I didn’t mean to offend.”

“Not you.
 
Me.”
 
Her hand reached before her
mouth, as if to block a malodorous charge.

Rolling her to her back, he lifted above her
body, pulling her arms over her head,
then
securing
them in one of his hands.
 
“Surely you
jest, I only taste heaven.”

Stealing another kiss, he prodded her sex with
his thickening shaft.
 
She moaned into
his mouth.
 
He swallowed the gasp and
took the sound as proffered acceptance to more lovemaking.
  
He moved his hips until the head of his cock
pressed at her entrance.
 

“Do you two think you could control yourselves
long enough to meet with Thierry?”

Gabriel turned to the doorway to see Michel
lounging in the frame, his arms crossed over his chest.
 
The relaxed pose was purely an act, as
Gabriel could see the telltale signs of his friend’s annoyance.
 
Gritted teeth, tight shoulders, and white
knuckles all provided proof of Michel’s anger.
 
But the man had been adamant that he wouldn’t touch her until they had
answers.
 
Gabriel was under no such self-directive.

“We wouldn’t be long. I’m sure Thierry would
understand.”
 
Gabriel smiled at Michel,
knowing he was goading the man.
 

Rolling his eyes, Michel stalked from the room.

“What was all that about?”
 
Kadence
said from
under him as she began to shimmy out from under his bulk.

“He needs to know you’re mine.”
 
Even as Gabriel said the words, he knew that
he was pushing too far.
 
But he couldn’t
stop the jealousy that flowed within him.
 
The thought of
Kadence
being touched by any
man but him made him feel as though he would go into a rage.
 
It did not matter that Michel was his long-time
friend.
 
It did not matter that he and
Michel had shared women in the past.

None of those women were
Kadence
.

Regardless of what news they learned from
Thierry, he would find a way to make it work between them.
 
Could Michel say the same?

Gabriel was usually not a jealous man.
 
He had never coveted anything in his
life.
 
Sharing with his Templar brothers
was something he was quite used to.
 
The
men shared almost everything, be it wine, women, or weapons.
 
They followed a strict code, giving to one
another as it was needed.

For once, he wanted something for his own.

This woman gave him hope.
 
The years had been long and weary.
 
The fighting, monotonous.
 
Duty had been the only thing that had kept
them going.
 
Duty and a sense of worth in
what they were doing.
 
Never had Gabriel
demanded his due, not once in seven hundred years.

He deserved to find happiness in her arms.
 
She was the one woman who could make him
happy, make him forget all the lonely years and make him yearn for a
future.
 
Their lovemaking had been
incredible, mind-blowing.
 

But it was more than that.
 
Kadence
had
a vibrancy
about her that he’d never seen in a female.
 
She was light itself and she filled in the
dark spots he had in himself.
 
He’d done
so many things he didn’t want to remember.
 

The Illuminati minions came in inconsistent
waves.
 
They would have multiple, vicious
attacks clustered together, and then months if not years of quiet.
 
Killing them was self-defense in most cases,
but there had been times they’d found hives of the beasts and routed them
out.
 

Beasts that had once been
human.
 
Technically, they still were.
 
But
the evil that ran their organization had gifted them with unnatural powers and
immortality, all in return for their souls.
 
He was glad he couldn’t see what
Kadence
did,
see the beasts as they really were now.
 
He’d already seen enough death and evil to tide him over for years to
come.

He watched as she picked through a pile of
clothing on the hard-backed chair in the corner of the room.
 
The sun shined through the door, casting a
halo of light around her nude form.
 

No, she wasn’t evil.
 
He sensed nothing of the sort from her.
 
She was good brought into their lives for
once and he was going to hold on to it with both hands.

Jealousy was not a color he wore well.
 
He had no experience in fighting for the
affections of a woman and he realized at that moment, that if he continued to
push, continued to force her to make a decision, he would push her away.

Michel was a broken man, one who fought his
demons every day.
 
He was not the right
man for
Kadence
, and Gabriel feared his friend would
hurt her more than she deserved.
 
Michel
had already said things to her that should have made her back away.
 
Yet she didn’t.
 
Didn’t she see that Michel was not good for
her?
 
Gabriel had done nothing but
protect her, even from Michel.