Deviant Knights (18 page)

His plea for pain had been scary.
 
She wasn’t sure what to make of it.
 
And she feared that if she didn’t hold him
close right now, that he would go off the deep end and get himself hurt, past
the point of no return.

As soon as they neared the bed, Michel turned
and began yanking off her clothing.
 
Gone
was the smooth operator, the suave, seductive charmer from their night after
dinner.
 
The man before her was pure
nerves, flayed open for all to see.
 

He pulled off his own clothes as she watched,
unsure of what to do next.
 
She wasn’t a
seductress, the closest she’d ever been to being one was their last near-brush
with sex.
 
But that had been an
alcohol-fueled night of illusion.
 
Tonight, they were all open to one another, in the light of day.
 
It was honest and raw. There was no fancy
restaurant, expensive champagne, or exclusive penthouse.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw Gabriel nude
behind her, his clothing in a pile to the side.
 
He hovered behind her, protective. He seemed to sense that this was
about Michel and his needs, and he was only here to shield her.
 
She saw the concern etched into his handsome
face.
 
His eyes slid over to her and she
smiled softly.

Gabriel had not wanted to share her.
 
But he did this out of love.
 
Love for his friend who was in pain.
 
And she saw her Spaniard in a whole new
light.
 
For all his jealousy, he was not
spiteful or cruel.
 

Michel pulled her close as he dropped the last
piece of his clothing, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss.
 
Gabriel moved behind her, dropping kisses on
her shoulders.
 
Arching into Michel, she
lost herself in their warmth, their burning mouths.
 
She’d wanted this, to see how it felt to be
loved by two men at once.
 
And now, she
was getting her fantasy.

It wasn’t exactly how she envisioned it, but it
was as it should be, for some reason.

And she sensed that after tonight, it would
never happen again.
 
Michel was damaged,
much too far for her to ever heal.
 
His
trust had been shattered at some point in his life and she wanted to console
the deep loneliness she’d always felt from him.
 
He may never be able to trust her fully.
 
And she had come to terms with it.

Tonight would be about Michel.

The tomorrows, however many there were of them,
would be about Gabriel.
 
Only Gabriel.
 
He was
the one.
 
It took them coming to this
point to realize it.
 

Michel lifted her into his arms and moved to the
bed, dropping her in the center.
 
He lay
by her legs and coaxed her thighs apart with his palms before lying between
them and sampling her with his tongue.
 
He was rough, his hands pulling at her skin, his mouth biting her, but
never over the point where she could take it.

Gabriel rounded the other side of the bed and
slipped beside her, his whole length lining her in warmth.
 
His mouth sought hers, kissing her deeply,
lovingly.
 
His fingers reached out to cup
a breast in his palm, and he squeezed tenderly.
 
He was the softness needed to balance out the rough invasion Michel
mounted below.

Strong fingers entered her, roughly stroking
inside her, as Michel’s mouth continued to suck and bite at her clit.
 
The whole time, she gazed into Gabriel’s
eyes, his kisses drugging her, his fingers manipulating her breasts.

Michel slid a hand lower, a finger piercing her
tight bud.
 
Although she sensed some
reserve compared to his rough treatment of her pussy, he still surged forth
quickly, a hiss of pain escaping her lips.
 
Gabriel swallowed her pain, reaching down to steady Michel’s
actions.
 
Michel slowed his motions just
as he bit her clit hard.

Arching into the sensation, he eased his finger
deeper, fully planting it inside her.
 
He
thrust the finger about a few times and then added another, stretching her
taut.
 

The edge of pain, coupled with Michel’s fierce
attack on her tight bud and Gabriel’s loving caresses had her on the
brink.
 
She felt the crest of the wave
swirling through her, blood thrumming in her ears as it neared.
 

“
Fly,
querida
.
 
I’ll be
here to catch you.”

Gabriel kissed her neck as she arched into her
orgasm, pleasure coursing through her body.
 
The two men were such polar opposites; they filled the dual needs she
had.
 
Hard and soft.
 
Gabriel had been both to her thus far.
 
His compassionate side showing for her now
touched her in a way she couldn’t expect.
 

As Michel took from her, Gabriel gave.

Once she’d crested Michel slipped on a condom
and moved to lie beside her on his back.
  
Michel then pulled her over him and she straddled his lap.
 
He surged the head of his cock just slightly
into her entrance, sweat beading on his forehead at the almost imperceptible
control he held on to by a thread.
 
Gabriel slipped behind her, aligning his cock with her nether hole.
 
They slowly pressed forward, sliding into her
inch by inch.

They were both larger than any lover she’d
experienced, and she’d never experienced two at once.
 
The sensation of fullness was overwhelming,
her eyes watered from the razor-sharp edge of pleasure-pain.
 
But she couldn’t ask them to stop, it felt
too good.
 
Michel brought a nipple into
his mouth as Gabriel’s fingers found her clit, twisting his heavy thumb over
the band of nerves in a circular motion.

She relaxed from their tender caresses, and
their cocks slowly slid in, completely filling her.
 
They paused, letting her grow accustomed to
the sensation before gradually moving in tandem, a gentle in-out tempo that
began to build an inferno within her.
 
Gabriel’s hand on her clit continued its lazy rotation, in time with the
rhythmic thrust and parries the men created with the movement of their
hips.
 
Fire burned through her, the
near-pain from the stretching of her body crashing against the pleasure their
strokes brought her higher and higher toward a release unlike any she’d had
before.

Tears burned the back of her eyes, stars circled
in her vision, and she bit her lips as she surrendered to the sensations.
 
They mastered her body; they forced her to
submit to their will, giving her pleasure upon pleasure until she could barely
tolerate any more.
 

She would never be the same after this
night.
 

Her release bombarded her at last, her channel
milking Michel’s hard cock, her body tightening like a bowstring as she rushed
over the precipice.
 
She took them with
her, felt both of them tighten and their bodies shudder within her, the warmth
of their releases blasting inside her.
 
Breathing shallowly, they rested, still entwined.

Michel rose from the bed, sliding to the side,
his feet resting on the floor.
 
Kadence
saw his back, his shoulders, all now more relaxed
than before.
 
She reached out to touch
him and he flinched.
 
She pulled the hand
back, knowing she’d been right.
 
She
could never touch the inner part of him.
 
The walls he’d built so long ago were
impossible to breech.

Looking over his shoulder, Michel had a look of
remorse in his eyes.
 
“I thought you
could be the one.”

“I thought I could be, too.”

“I’m sorry—” Michel shook his head, looking
forward.
 
He seemed unable to look at
her.
 
“I’m sorry for all the things I’ve
said.
 
You didn’t deserve them.”

Kadence
rose and put a hand to his lips, stopping him from saying any
more.
 
The emotions were still too close
to the surface for them to delve into so soon.
 
His admission of sorrow was enough for now.
 
“One day, I hope you’ll find a woman who can
be the one you need.
 
I’m just glad I had
the chance to soothe some of your pain.”

Turning, he kissed her hand and grinned.
 
The smile didn’t go to his eyes, and she was
empathized with his pain.
 
But she knew
it was too great.
 
Michel rose, leaving
them alone.

Kadence
turned back into Gabriel’s arms, lying on his chest as he stroked
her hair. “You knew he was broken.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, and I feared he would hurt you if I let
him get too close.
 
I want you too bad to
let him destroy our chances at happiness.”

 
“All this
time, I thought you were jealous.”

“I was.
 
To a point.
 
But I was
equally scared he would push you away from me.”

“What do we do now?”

“Oh,
querida
, there
are so many directions that question could go.”
 
She felt his chuckle, but knew it to be sardonic.
 
“We have to leave.
 
We need to get Michel away from
Paloma
while his emotions are so tattered.
 
He can face her later, when the time is
right.”

“
Paloma
?”

“The woman we saw at the train station.
 
Michel has a past with her, one that was not
kind to him.
 
But it is not my place to
tell you that story, but his.”

“Where will we go?”

“Alain has a home in
Germany
, in the mountains.
 
It was an ancestral home that he rarely goes
to.
 
The Illuminati are not familiar with
it, that we are aware of.
 
We will leave
at nightfall.
 
Thierry will be coming
with us as well to help protect you.
 
Others in the Order will convene there over the next few days.
 
It’s time to circle the wagons, as you
Americans say.”

Kadence
felt some ease at that.
 
Four big strong men to protect her.
 
Good odds.
 
Not that she didn’t think Gabriel would do everything
in his power to save her.
 
She
knew he would without him ever saying the words.
 
Although she was not looking forward to more
travel.
 
More trains, planes, and
automobiles…if she didn’t see any of them for weeks, she would be happy.

“But you really didn’t answer my question
earlier.
 
What do we do now?
 
I’m not talking about logistics here.
 
You—me—Michel—this was a major thing.
 
And you didn’t want me with him.
 
But I had to do this.”
 
Kadence
wasn’t sure
she should even press it.
 
She knew there
was no answer.

“I know.
 
I can’t really answer you,
querida
.
 
I know you did what you felt you needed to,
even though I wish I’d been enough for you.
 
I feel strongly for you.
 
I want
to protect you from the world.
 
I care
for you.
 
Can’t that be enough?”

“It is.
 
Enough.”

“Live in the moment.
 
We will follow it down the path it leads us.”

Kadence
sighed.
 
It was enough.
 
It wasn’t promises of forever, but she didn’t
want that.
 
They barely knew each other.
 
She wanted to know he wanted her, felt for
her, as she was beginning to feel for him.
 
That it was more than the sexual exploits they shared.

Although, the sex was worth
sticking around for too.

Gabriel rolled out from under her and walked
into the bathroom.
 
She heard him turn on
the faucet and then the splashing of water.
 
Moments later, he came out, two towels in hand, one of which he used to
dry himself.
 
He lovingly wiped her clean
with soft caresses with the other once he reached the bed.