Nicolas moved behind her, plastering his front to her back. Britt paused in her motions, and he felt the tightening of her pussy around him as Nicolas invaded her ass. The pressure of the dual penetration made him clench his jaw as she constricted around him. He had already been hanging from the edge. The added sensation of Nicolas within her body was almost more than he could handle.
Matthias moved tentatively once he gathered his control. As the pair of them began to thrust within her, her light strengthened, almost at full brilliance. With each thrust, it grew, soon making Matthias close his eyes. Without the power of sight, he focused on the sensations running through him. Between her touch, Nicolas’ cock rubbing along his through the thin membrane, and the energy that was slowly beginning to pour from him into her, he was overwhelmed.
Her thoughts and sensations began to flow into him as well. He felt her desire, sensed her on the brink of release herself. He could also feel her pleasure at Nicolas’ touch. On the fringes, he could also feel Nicolas’ pleasure, as if the three of them were becoming one entity. They raced together toward release, their bodies moving as one.
Matthias felt Britt reach the precipice first, her orgasm rushing through her and spreading through her energy, which they shared. It was enough to push him off as well, his release running down the base of his spine before shooting down the length of his cock. His cum jetted from his body, filling the condom he wore. Part of him wished the barrier wasn’t there, so he could feel his seed splash within her.
Nicolas followed seconds later, his groan of pleasure echoing in the static air, energy gathering around them. The light intensified as Britt gulped for air, sweat already cooling on her body. Nicolas pulled from her body and helped to turn her on her side. He rose from the bed and discarded the condom before turning back to them.
“Get back behind her.” Matthias drew from her body and discarded his condom as well. He shuttered his eyes, barely able to see anything.
“Are you sure you want me to do that?”
“She still needs you. Can’t you feel it?”
Matthias gathered the covers and drew them up around Britt. She lay with her eyes closed, her breathing finally back to normal. She shivered and then snuggled into the blankets as Matthias covered them both, hiding some of her light. He opened the covers at her back and looked toward Nicolas. “Get in.”
****
Nicolas swallowed deep as he stretched back along Britt, a lump forming in his throat with Matthias’ acceptance of him at her side. He’d felt a connection to his brother during their lovemaking, as if he’d felt Matthias’ pleasure. It was a tie they had never shared before, and it had been overwhelming to say the least. They had all fed one another’s desires and needs.
Their experience had touched him in a way he hadn’t expected. He’d walked into it knowing he would have to turn his back on her afterward, no matter how hard it was. Now, he saw just how hard it was going to be and knew it would destroy him.
As he sensed Matthias fall into a light slumber, he snuggled closer to Britt, amazed he was still able to hold her. Destroy him or not, he would turn his back on them both. It was the least he could do. Matthias had been the man who’d saved his back more times than he could count. He’d been his mentor and his friend. Britt had sacrificed herself to save him, and that alone deserved every ounce of pain he endured.
But for now, he would languish in the bed at their side, drinking in the luxury of Britt’s touch. Her glow was lessening, and he could finally see her skin once more. The dark tentacles of evil were slowly retreating and withering. He felt relief as he watched them shrink. It appeared their touch had healed her, just as hers had healed them.
Nicolas closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him, knowing she would improve. No thanks to him.
****
Britt’s eyes opened, bright sunlight filtering into the window of the bedroom she’d occupied in the cabin. The last thing she remembered was being in the woods, tackling Nicolas in her efforts to save him. A heaviness rested in her chest, and she stretched her limbs, fatigue a deep sensation in her body.
As she stretched, she realized she wasn’t alone. She reared back, the heavy weight on her chest holding her in place. She fought, hysteria settling in quick.
“Britt … shh … it’s okay. You’re safe.”
Matthias’ voice came to rest over her, and her hysteria abated slightly. He lifted his arm, and she rose slightly, to see she was in bed with him. And Nicolas. Heat suffused her face as she realized they were all nude and her body ached in all the right places. She felt well used, satiation roiling through her along with mortification.
How had they gone from fighting in the woods to fucking in her bed?
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Gaia told us it was the only way to give you the energy to fight the evil you removed from Nicolas.”
She had removed evil from Nicolas? Memories began to swirl in her addled mind. She had. She’d pushed Matthias away and sacrificed herself to save Nicolas. It was the last coherent thought she’d had, but whispers of their lovemaking filtered in as well.
“Sexual healing? That sounds like a bad cliché.”
“You draw your energy from touch. Sex is the most intimate form of touching. We had to give you the power to fight. And as your eyes are no longer black, I’d say you won.” Matthias drew back the blankets to bare her nude body. She shivered and crossed her arms over her intimate areas.
He looked over her body, intent on staring at every inch. “I no longer see the mark on you.”
“Can you please cover me? I’m naked. And cold.”
“Darling, I saw my fill last night. There is no reason to hide.” Matthias chuckled as Nicolas awakened.
Nicolas took one look at her, and his eyes raked over her body. “It’s gone?”
“Seems so. I don’t see any marks upon her flesh.”
Matthias drew the covers back over her, and she yanked them around her throat, embarrassment filling her.
“Gaia told us it was the only way to help you. We didn’t do it to take advantage of you. You understand that, don’t you?” Nicolas eyed her, his features showing his uneasiness with her potential response.
“Gaia was … here?”
“Without her help, I’m not sure you would have survived. She told us we needed to touch you, intimately, together, to give you the strength to fight off what you’d taken within. It’s the only reason I’m here with you.”
“Are you saying the only reason you made love to me was to fight off the evil? You wouldn’t touch me otherwise?”
Nicolas’ gaze moved to Matthias and then back to her. “I didn’t quite mean it like that.”
His words inflamed her. Her embarrassment forgotten, she was angered by his claims to not having wanted to be there. “Then, what did you mean? Do you not find me attractive?”
“Of course I find you attractive.”
“Then why would you say you wouldn’t touch me?”
“I would only touch you if you wanted me to, is what I meant. We were given no choice last night. There was no asking you if you wanted us to save you, you were out cold. I don’t want you to think we typically take advantage of women at their weakest.”
“I don’t think that. I’ve seen within your souls. I know what kind of men you are.”
Nicolas cocked his head at her. “Is that why you told me yesterday that you saw the darkness in me? Did you know then that there was evil growing within me?”
“I saw darkness, but I didn’t know what I was seeing, exactly. It was confusing, actually. I could see the good man you were, yet I also sensed the evil, and they fought against one another. I didn’t understand it then, but now know you are a good man. The darkness is … gone.”
Matthias tightened beside her and rose from the bed, taking his warmth with him. She shuddered at the loss, wanting him to rejoin her and pull her into his embrace.
“Gaia told us there are other Illuminati coming. We
need to pack up and get out of here.” Matthias began to pull on his clothes as he spoke, his back to the two of them. She reached out to touch him, and he jerked, turning to look at her. Britt felt his confusion and his anger. She didn’t understand it, though.
Nicolas kissed her forehead and left the bed, putting his clothes on as well. He lifted his watch from the bedside table, and she grew embarrassed once more when she saw a mountain of condoms sitting there as well as a bottle of lube. “It’s nearly one. We need to call Thierry and get on the road before dark. Get dressed and we’ll pack provisions while you continue to rest.”
“Who’s Thierry?”
“Thierry is another of our Templar brothers. He’s the historian of the group and can find the answers to our mysteries, such as what the heck you may be. Gaia told us to contact him. Apparently one of our brethren will need your healing powers soon.”
Britt rose from the bed, gathering the covers around her. As close as she’d sensed they were in bed, they felt ten times farther from her now. She wanted to pull them back into the bed and experience them without the evil within her, hiding her true self. She wanted their intimacy. Now, she felt lost and alone, even with them both still in the room.
As the men left her, she collected her scattered clothing and began to pull them on. A mass of black fleece lay on the floor, and she picked it up, bringing it to her nose. Matthias. It was his. She pulled it over her head and snuggled into it, his scent all around her. Britt closed her eyes and inhaled once again, bringing his musky, male aroma into her.
Desire flooded her. Yet she knew they had to leave before the enemy found them, so she crawled back into the bed scented with their lovemaking and tried to rest.
Chapter Seven
Nicolas hung up the phone, his conversation with Thierry very enlightening to them both. Matthias had stood across the room, his eyes large after listening in to part of the conversation on speaker. He’d sensed the truth all along, but hearing it had still been a surprise. The female was an enigma, keeping them both on their toes at every turn. Too bad they hadn’t had this information earlier; they could have asked Gaia herself.
Thierry had been researching an ancient manuscript that hinted at a group of females who were daughters of the goddess, five women who were gifted with a special power, all holding a piece of Gaia herself. The purpose wasn’t clearly explained, other than it appeared to be a cataclysmic event on the horizon, heralded by their return to earth. It could simply be to help bring down the Illuminati or it could be for something far more nefarious. It stood to reason that Britt was part goddess. Thierry thought Gabriel and Michel had found another of the females, the Seer. It appeared Britt was the Healer.
There were three more women they needed to find and protect: the warrior, the sorceress, and the princess. Thierry didn’t know exactly how they would find the others, but since two had been put into their paths already, it stood to reason the others might be as well. Gaia loved to play games of fate and chance, so they just needed to wait the signaling of another.
“Thierry didn’t note anyone hurt. Gaia said someone would need Britt’s healing.”
“Perhaps it hasn’t happened yet. They could be hurt between Monte Carlo and the Rhine, as they’re on their way to Alain’s German castle. We need to meet them at their final destination.”
Matthias gathered his bags over his shoulder, along with his bow. His sword was already sheathed and on his hip. They would have to traverse the mountain on foot and make it back to the airstrip and their private jet. The lack of roads to the cabin helped keep it off the grid. He hoped the Illuminati wouldn’t meet with them along the way, but if they did, he was ready. His anger was already mounting after seeing the exchange between Britt and Nicolas this morning. Unleashing it on some unsuspecting Illuminati might actually make him feel better.
Having seen Britt interacting with Nicolas, seeing her obvious attraction to him, had been hard for him to bear, but he’d swallowed his pride and walked away. He’d thought there had been a connection between Britt and him, but apparently he’d been wrong. No wonder she’d sacrificed herself for Nicolas. She wanted Nicolas instead of him, and he’d been the fool to think otherwise.
All women wanted Nicolas. He was handsome, his quick smile and jaunty attitude gathering female attention wherever they’d gone, throughout the eons. Matthias was the hulking bully no one ever wanted to face out of fear he’d turn on them, his sour frown and disagreeable nature not lending itself to making friends. Matthias had been insane to think she would have chosen him instead of Nicolas. Insane.
Add to it the fact she was more than likely a demi-goddess and he wasn’t worthy of her. His blood-stained hands had dirtied her. She deserved more than a man like him. He had listened to Nicolas’ comments prior to making love to her, saying he would back off after the act, giving him the chance to claim her. Those words had buoyed Matthias’ hopes. He thought he had a real chance to have her in his life.
Pain lanced his chest as he let his heart touch on the hope he’d had for the final time. He needed to get it together and stuff it inside, hide it away. They needed to get her out of the country and into the safekeeping of the other Templars. Once they’d determined the new threat, he would fight and contain the enemy, as he’d mindlessly done for eons. After that, he would go away to lick his wounds, alone.
A woman was a weakness. He’d always said it and should have listened to his own rhetoric. He’d been stupid to think he could have a future with a female. The life he lived was that of a loner. Matthias should be happy that he was within a brotherhood of men like him. Family was enough. He didn’t need love.
So, why did he crave it so badly?
****
Britt followed behind the two men, placing her feet in their larger footprints through the melting snow. The day had been bright and blue, unlike the past days she’d spent there under a menacing gray sky. The drab, gray days they’d spent in the cabin had affected her mood greatly. It lifted her spirits some to have a sunny day after the experience she’d had thus far. She needed the boost, considering the two sour pusses she followed behind.
The two had barely said a word to her after they’d left her room, only telling her to pack up and move out. She would occasionally feel their stare as one or the other would turn to check on her. Nicolas was the one to check on her more often, or to offer a hand over rough and rocky terrain. Matthias ignored her as best he could, the angry set of his shoulders confusing.
She had felt the stronger connection to Matthias, had been attracted to his fierce honesty and animal strength. Britt could see through the brute façade he showed everyone. There was a softer man under his invisible armor. When she’d connected with him, he’d been open to her and she’d seen the man he was inside. He was loyal to his brothers, loyal to his cause, and would lay down his life for any of his Templar brethren. He would lay down his life for her, as well. He sensed his desire for her each time they touched.
Men in her age didn’t hold those kinds of convictions, didn’t put others before themselves. Here was her own knight in shining armor, yet he was shutting her out.
What had she done, or not done, to make him turn from her? She wouldn’t let him turn away. He was too good a man to allow him to walk. There was plenty of time. She would make him see.
Her mind drifted to Nicolas. She’d finally gotten to truly see the man within once the stain of evil had been removed from him. When she’d touched him, she’d seen his soul and saw he was as brave, as loyal, and good as Matthias. He, too, would lay down his life for his brothers and had a singular devotion to his duty.
Her memories of their lovemaking made her blush all the more. Where Matthias had moved with tentative strength, Nicolas had opened himself completely and given her all of himself. She’d never been taken in the way he’d had her. Her rear was still sore from his thick cock spearing her, yet all she could think about was having him do it again and again.
Not without Matthias
there.
They came as a pair, or not at all. They were hers, she was theirs. Britt wasn’t sure how she knew that, but she did. These two strong, brave knights were hers, the visceral king and the seductive knave. It felt right to be in their arms and at their side. She couldn’t answer the questions running through her mind, though. She’d known the two of them for a matter of a few days, and the thought of leaving them made her chest ache.
Was it simply the connection they’d had fighting the enemy? Or the connection they’d shared at her touch? Maybe she was blinded by desire, caught up in some abduction fantasy. She could be the next Patty Hearst, brainwashed into joining the other side, but deep down, she knew that wasn’t the case.
She’d always felt like an outcast as she’d grown up. Her mother had always wrapped her in love, saying she was the child she’d begged the heavens for, but there had always been a fear within that she wouldn’t be accepted by her deeply religious mother. There had never been anyone she’d felt comfortable enough with to share her secret, one she’d been holding for nearly three decades.
To have someone, two someones, who seemed to find her magical and awe-inspiring, was invigorating. For the first time in her life, she felt completely accepted, warts and all. She felt wanted.
The fact they were of the opposite sex was also a plus. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d not had many partners. There had always been a latent fear that her gift would freak out on her in the midst of a sexual experience, so she’d always held tightly to her control and never let herself relax and enjoy the moment. With Nicolas and Matthias, she wouldn’t have to worry about that.
Opening herself to them fully was incredible. It heightened the experience, allowing for the flow of emotion and sharing of need within them. Britt had felt what they felt and they her. Never before had she thought sex could be as incredible as it had been. It made her crave more. Even now, her pussy was wet and ready. She couldn’t wait to touch them again, to share their passions. There was no way she was walking away from whatever was blossoming between them. Nor was she allowing Matthias to turn his back on her, not without facing what they’d shared.
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