Deviant Knights (7 page)

Moaning against the cock in her between her lips,
she closed her eyes from the pleasure of Michel’s mouth.
 
His wicked fingers poked into her sheath and
her tight rosebud as his tongue did naughty things to her clit.
 
She pressed back into him, pleasure spiraling
through her.
 
In the midst of her own
fantasy, they were better than she’d ever imagined.
 
She felt sexier at that moment then she ever
had.

Her breasts full and heavy, her pussy being
whipped into a fiery inferno, they were giving her everything they had.
 
She felt the electric rushes down her spine
as her orgasm closed in on her, and she let Gabriel’s cock pop from her lips as
she screamed out in release.
 
Michel kept
up his motions, letting her ride out the sensation for as long as possible, but
as soon as she’d come back down to earth, the men changed positions, Gabriel at
her pussy, Michel seated before her.

Gabriel’s mouth was even more exquisite than
Michel’s, or perhaps it was the fact that she’d already found one release.
 
She felt it begin to slowly build again, as
she wrapped her fingers around Michel’s erection.
 
He was indeed thicker than Gabriel, her mouth
stretched tight as she slipped her lips over the head and sucked him as far
into her throat as far as she could.
 
His
growls of pleasure were music to her ears.

Gabriel slipped two fingers into her ass, and
she knew then, they were priming her for double entry.
 
She’d never experienced it before, and her
whole body began to tremble with excitement.
 
The thought of them both claiming her at once was enough to throw her
off the brink once more.
 
She cried out
around Michel’s cock, the head popping out from between her lips near the end
for her to catch a breath.

A blast from the foyer had both men jumping from
the bed.
 
They were a blur, pants on and
long swords in their hands.
 
They rushed
from the room, their shining weapons thrust before them, Gabriel giving her a
terse,
“
Stay here.”
 

She wrapped a blanket around herself and rushed
out to see what was going on, regardless of Gabriel’s warning.
 
Her mouth dropped as she saw her two
lovers
sword fighting with three other large men in the
large marbled foyer.
 
Sword fighting?
 
At first she thought it had to be some kind
of joke, a prank.
 
She felt as though
she’d been transported to an Errol Flynn movie, but this was much more real
than that.
 
And much
more deadly.
 
A rapier’s edge
whipped past Gabriel’s face and a streak of blood trickled down his cheek.

She hovered in a doorway, using the frame to
hide most of her body, still able to peek out into the foyer to see what
occurred.
 
A hand covered her mouth, in
an attempt not to notify them of her arrival.
 
But she was riveted by the melee in the penthouse, and couldn’t look
away, couldn’t move.

Michel was fluid grace, striking with deadly
accuracy.
 
He fought two of the intruders
at the same time, his sword shining in the low light.
 
As his sword found home in the midst of one
man’s chest, the body then slumped to the floor, and
Kadence
realized suddenly the gravity of the situation.
 
This was literally life and death.
 
She knew next to nothing about these two men, had shared her body with
them, but now, she needed to find a way out.
 
Alive.

She slid from her spot and began to run for the
bedroom.
 
A steel hand clamped on her arm
and she was twisted into one of the intruder’s arms, his sword to her
throat.
 
She gulped, feeling the thin
edge of the weapon cut ever so slightly into her skin.

“Put your weapons down,
Templars
.
 
Or the bitch dies.”

Templars
?
 
What the hell?

Michel and Gabriel both lowered slowly and
dropped their swords to the floor.
 
The
second intruder moved behind them, kicking the weapons away.
 
Both her men appeared ready to pounce, their
bodies tightly coiled.
 
She saw Michel
looking about, the expression on his face calculating.

Gabriel spoke up.
 
“Let her go, she has nothing to do with any
of this.”

“Nothing to do?
 
She was enough to keep your
attention, allowing us to get inside.”
 
The masked man scoffed, holding her even
tighter. He ran his tongue down the side of her face. “Was she worth it? She
sure does taste good, so maybe she was.” Bile rose in her throat at the touch
of the man’s mouth on her skin.
 
Kadence
shrugged it off, knowing she had to stay focused if
she had any chance of surviving this.
 
She
saw Gabriel step forward and the sword of the other man fell to rest in the
middle of his chest, stopping him.
 
Kadence’s
heart beat faster, but she breathed as deep as
she could, all things considered, and attempted to keep her head.
 
Literally.
 
Losing it now was not an option; she needed
to keep her wits.

“Keep back, de la
Cueva.
 
Stay
where you are.”

“Let the woman go.
 
Fight us, like men, not cowards,” Gabriel
spat.

She saw Michel back up a step as the intruder
and Gabriel continued to argue.
 
He was
getting close to a side table that held a few trinkets.
 
Unsure of what he was aiming for, she tried
to watch him from the corner of her eye so as to not bring attention to what he
was doing.

Gabriel continued to argue, press, trying to
keep the attention firmly on him.
 
“If
you touch one hair on her head, I will flay you alive.”

The intruder with his sword lifted let the blade
slide into Gabriel.
 

Kadence
screamed,
the sound echoing in the
space.
 
She watched as blood poured down
Gabriel’s stomach and his body dropped weightlessly to his knees.
 
The attacker yanked the sword out, his booted
foot on Gabriel’s shoulder.
 
When the
weapon was dislodged, Gabriel eyed her until the light in him expired and he
dropped to the floor.

Heart beating rapidly in her ears, she felt the
bile rise up in her throat, the need to escape these men, this place, prevalent
in her mind.
 
She’d just watched two men
murdered, for no apparent reason, the last of which had just had his now pale
lips attached to her body moments before.
 
She screamed again, unable to handle the death surrounding her.

In a flash, Michel threw a knife that landed
perfectly in the middle of her attacker’s forehead.
 
As the limp body fell from her, the sword cut
into her neck some, a thin trickle of blood sliding down the front of her body.
 
Woozy, she lifted a hand to hold the wound,
trying to remain calm to lessen the blood flow.
 
Easier said than done.

Michel then quickly thrust his sword into the
throat of the man who’d slain Gabriel.
 
She closed her eyes, knowing the sight was only making her heart beat
faster.
 
The faster it beat, the more
blood would spew from her wound.
 
She
breathed deep, imagining herself anywhere but right there.
 
Anywhere but surrounded by death.

Michel rushed to her side and she opened her
eyes to his.
 
He refused to look into her
gaze as he checked the wound, making her apply pressure before he rushed to
another room.
 
Coming back with a first
aid kit, he worked to contain her cut and dress it.
 
As he cleaned the blood from her, his eyes
were wary, looking over her intently.
 
Her throat felt rough, raspy, from the pressure put on it and her
screams.
 
But she needed to find her
voice. She had too many questions.

“Who were those men?”

“They are evil, intent on killing us,” Gabriel
spat out as he sat up slowly, his face ashen, blood still sluggishly leaking
from the wound in his chest.
 
He looked
down to the spot and rested a hand over the entrance, trying to stem the
trickle.

Another scream lifted from her throat.
 
She felt disembodied from it, as if another
person had voiced the sound.
 

Realization hit her.
 
It had all been a farce.
 
She pulled from Michel’s arms, standing on
wobbly legs.

“You guys are assholes.
 
Do you do this often?
 
Bring an unsuspecting woman home and then
play fight to the death?
 
Does that get
women hot or something?
 
Or are you just
total
douchebags
?”

“What are you talking about?”
 
Michel was a supreme actor.
 
He didn’t even seem to be phased by her rant.

“
This…this…farce.”
 
She pointed at the blood and “dead” bodies
around her.
 
She waited for the other men
to jump up and yell, “Boo.”
 
Which didn’t happen.

“
Querida
, this was no
farce.”
 
He stood with what appeared to
be pain and showed her his wound.

“Theatrics and movie stunts.
 
The lot of
it.
 
You two are unreal.
 
Bored rich guys having their
fun.
 
Well, it isn’t fun.
 
Not for me.”
 
She turned to walk back into the sitting room to get her dress.
 
It was past time to go.

Gabriel made it to the fabric first, pulling it
into his hand.
 
She reached out for it,
but he encased her wrist, pulling it to his wound.
 
“It’s real,
querida
.
 
I can show you.”

He brought her hand closer to the angry red
slash into his abdomen, his grip pushing her into his wound.
 
Bile
rose
again as
she felt his viscera.
 

He really was hurt, and bad.
 
Gabriel wobbled on his feet as he released
her hand.

“What is all this?
 
Why did they attack you?”

“Because they know we hold the truth.”
 
Gabriel was not willing to give her more.

“Truth about what?
 
After all this, I deserve to
know why!”
 
She was ignoring the fact
that Gabriel had just come back to life.
 
It was
an impossibility
.
 
These men were insane.

“Gabriel, she’s in danger now.
 
She needs to know from whom.”
 
Michel leaned back, seating himself on the
floor, his back resting on the fabric-covered wall.

“She won’t believe us.”

“Try me.”
 
Even as she said the words, she wondered if she had the strength to hear
what they had to say.
 
A hand to her
neck, she lowered herself to a chair and looked at them both.

Gabriel lowered to his haunches, a haunted look
in his eyes.
 
“They were soldiers in the
Illuminati.”

“The Illuminati?” she replied, sarcasm filling
into her voice.

“We are Templar Knights.”

“As in the Crusades
Templars
?”

“Among other things, yes.”

“The
Templars
are from
another time.
 
So, there are modern
knights, is that what you’re saying?”

“No.
 
Well, yes and no.
 
There are men
who claim to be modern
Templars
, but that is an
untruth.
 
Myself, I was born in the Year
of Our Lord, 1282.” Gabriel looked quite serious, even with the load he was
telling her.

Michel interrupted, “And I was born in 1277.”

“Our order was labeled outlaws and rounded up in
1307 by the King of France and Pope Clement the Fifth.
 
Most of our number was burned at the stake in
1314.
 
Some of us were saved, given
eternal life to continue our fight against the evil that roams the earth.
 
The Illuminati were an order started to
undermine the truth and control the world.”