Two Knights of Indulgence

by Alexandra O'Hurley

  Her scent surrounded them. She was equally ready for him, her fingers beginning to unbutton his shirt. Once she opened the sides wide, she leaned back to place both her palms against his skin. Soft blue light filled her irises as she let the power within her loose. His need ratcheted up a level, and he felt animalistic need fill him.

  Claiming her would be too tame a term. He was going to sear himself on her soul.

  He lifted from the chair, holding her aloft. Britt wrapped her legs about his waist and held on as he kissed her again. Matthias took several steps until his knees hit the edge of the small sofa that lined one wall. As he lowered her to the surface, she clawed his chest, her short nails leaving pink trails along him. Her skin glowed pale blue, softly shimmering in the low light of the cabin. She was beautiful, lushly perfect. His fingers traced along the surface as he watched the arcs of electricity run up his hands. Britt leaned forward, taking his shirt off completely.

  He removed her sweater and shirt before lowering to his knees to take her pants off. She was down to her lacy bra and panties, her thighs opening wide in invitation. Matthias could see the spot of wetness on the black satin, the stain of her desire. He pulled the edge aside, lowering his head to swipe his tongue along the length. He vibrated at the taste, her honeyed musk further drawing out his animal side.

  The swatch of material was in the way, so he ripped them to get to her sweet nectar once again. She gasped as the panties rent in two, then arched her back as he lowered to suckle her sweetness. Her fingers speared through his hair, guiding him in what she desired. Her moans filled the cabin, feeding him as she fed him her body.

  She pressed against his tongue, demanding her due. Teetering on the edge, she pulled his hair as her breaths came in short pants. As she crashed against him, she cried out, her release rolling through her with a great shudder.

  When he leaned back to purvey his work, she lay limply, her arms and legs languidly spread around her. He chucked inwardly. “I suppose I haven’t lost the knack.”

  “How long had it been for you?”

  “A few years.”

  “I was told more like a decade.”

  Matthias felt heat flood his face. “Once you’ve had one woman, you’ve had them all.”

  “Am I just another woman, like all the rest?” Her eyes clouded over as she looked at him.

  He took a deep sigh to control the tremor in his voice. “No, you’re not like any woman I’ve ever known, and I doubt I’ll know one like you again.”

  Britt relaxed, his words apparently enough to appease her. Matthias leaned in and took control of her mouth once more. He felt her hand on his zipper, lowering it to release his burgeoning cock. Once she’d freed him from its confines, she held the heavy weight in her hand, kneading his sac with the other. She pulled him closer, rubbing the head of his shaft against her heat, their juices spreading together along her slit.

  “Do you have protection close at hand?”

  “I’m immortal. We don’t suffer diseases. Plus as you seem to already know, I’ve been quite celibate for some time.”

  “What about pregnancy?”

  The thought made him freeze. He didn’t think any of them could get a woman pregnant as none of them had in seven hundred years. The thought of her full, rounded belly filled with his seed nearly had him coming in her hand. “We’ve never had children.”

  It seemed good enough for her as she took several inches of him into her, before gathering his ass and pulling him closer. He growled at the contact, her heated flesh branding him. She’d led enough and he surged forward, showing his dominance over her body. When he was fully seated, she moaned deeply and began to move her hips.

  “Not yet.”

  “I have to move, Matthias.”

  He was teetering on the edge. “Not yet.”

  She mewed, rolling her hips, trying to make him move. He gathered an ankle in each of his hands and pushed her legs back, making her hips come off the seat. She could no longer move and was forced into submission. He would move when he was ready and not a moment before.

  He looked down to where they were joined, the base of his cock glistening with her cream, and nearly came once more. The twisting blonde hairs at her entrance were coated with drops of her dew. It was the most erotic sight he thought he’d ever seen. He closed his eyes and counted to ten to come back from the brink.

  Matthias began to move within her once he’d gotten control, her cries of satisfaction following soon after. Even with her legs raised, she managed to push against him, making the friction of their joining stronger. His gaze was stuck on their joined bodies, the slick thrust and parry of their motions. Her greedy pussy held on tight, not allowing him to pull from her body before he plunged back inside.

  He leaned in and captured a pert nipple peeking from between her raised legs. As he bit the tip, Britt arched her back, taking him even deeper into her cunt. He bit again on the upswing, pounding her to the core. She came with a violent shout, her cream easing around his shaft as she cried, a bolt of lust-filled energy striking through him.

  Matthias was already on the edge, and that was enough to push him over. He growled as he unloaded himself in her depths, his hot cum lining her womb as it jettisoned from him. Gathering her into his arms, he then twisted into the seat, holding her to his chest as he took great gulps of air. His heart beat a cacophony in his ears as he tried to settle himself.

  As their breathing and hearts settled, he rubbed her cooling body, luxuriating in the feel of her creamy skin. She was the antithesis of him, her softness an elixir for his roughness. “I suppose we put that all to rest.”

  “Put all of what to rest?” Her voice was still breathy as she snuggled against him.

  “You chose me.”

  That quieted her for a moment. “Chose you? What the hell are you talking about?”

  Matthias remembered her soft words to Nicolas when she’d awakened after their ménage. She had welcomed Nicolas into her bed, effectively turning her back on him. “It was either me or him.” Matthias hooked a thumb toward the cockpit. “You can’t have it both ways.”

  Britt lifted her head to look at him, her gaze capturing his. “And why can’t I?”

  Matthias’ mouth gaped as he let her question sink in. His lips began to move, but he couldn’t seem to get any words to pass out of them for a few moments. “We shared you once because we had to. We can’t keep sharing you.”

  “Why not?”

  Why couldn’t they? “It just isn’t the way of the world.”

  “I know there hasn’t been much time, but I can honestly say I care for you both. It’s much too early to determine forever, but for now, I want to see where this goes, with both of you. You’ve shared me once and the world didn’t grind to a halt, so I don’t see why we can’t continue to do the same.”

  “He wasn’t included just now.”

  “Only because he’s piloting the plane.”

  Matthias was floored by her laissez-faire attitude. “Meaning you would have had Nicolas join us if he hadn’t been?”

  There was no hesitation in her response. “Absolutely.”

  Matthias pushed her off his lap and rose, pulling his clothes back on. It had been a mistake to abandon his restraint. He should have stood firm. Now he had lost his control and his pride.

  Britt pulled the sweater over her head once he turned back to look at her. “Obviously, you don’t see it my way.”

  “Men share whores, not the women they want to hold on to.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he inwardly cringed. They’d already shared her once, and he’d just branded her with a scarlet letter.

  Ire filled her gaze, her face reddening. “Did you honestly just call me a whore?”

  Baby blue light began to swirl in the depths of her eyes the angrier she got. He stepped back as he considered his plan. He wouldn’t harm her if it was time to meet his maker, but he wouldn’t rush into death’s bosom, either. Her eyes grew large when she noted his re
ticence.

  “Why are you backing away?”

  He didn’t want to scare her, but honesty was the best route. “Your eyes.”

  Britt moved to the first shiny surface she could reach and gazed at herself. Her inward cry made him want to draw her into his arms and comfort her, but he knew she wouldn’t allow it.

  “Why are they lit up?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I’m not a killer. I wouldn’t have hurt you.”

  “I’m not so sure about that.”

  She dropped onto the sofa, defeated. “I’ve done nothing but save your asses, yet you’re ready to duck and cover. It seems if my power wanted to end you, it would have done so by now. Although, right about now, you may be pushing your luck.”

  “Perhaps.” He wasn’t so sure. His ticket could still be getting ready to be punched.

  She glared at him a moment before the fire left her eyes. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel the connection we share. You’re willing to walk away from that?”

  “I don’t want to, but you’ve given me little choice.”

  “I have that same connection with Nicolas. Granted, my connection to you is stronger.”

  “Stronger?” Matthias still wasn’t appeased, but her admission that their connection was the stronger of the two was a fine stroke to his ego.

  “Yes, stronger, but his is there nonetheless. Yet you want me to sever it just for your own masculine pride.”

  “No—”

  “Don’t lie, that’s all it is. It’s easier to label me a whore than to admit you don’t want to share or be one-upped by your friend. I thought you were stronger than that. I thought you were a bigger man than that. Now I see you aren’t any different than any of the other assholes out there. You’re a chauvinist through and through.”

  Her words struck him like thrusts from a sword, mostly because they were completely true. He felt shame sweep through him.

  “Maybe I was wrong to think this could work. I just want to go home and back to my old life.”

  Matthias sat down beside her and gathered her hand in his. She quickly yanked it back, crossing her hands over her chest. “Matthias, I don’t belong here. You’ve got to take me home. I’ve been caught up in this nightmare too long already. I thought for a moment that this could be my destiny, but I see now that I don’t belong here.”

  “We’re going to help you through this.”

  “Help me? My life went to hell when I met you and Nicolas. I just want to go back and forget all of this happened.”

  He voiced the words he wasn’t sure she was ready to hear. “There is no going back.”

  “What?”

  “After all you’ve seen and done, your old life doesn’t exist anymore. Not for you, anyway.”

  “Nicolas told me I would go home. In about two weeks, he told me.”

  “That was before we—” Matthias stopped, unsure if he should proceed without Nicolas there to mediate.

  “Before what? Before I murdered a handful of people?”

  “You didn’t murder anyone.”

  “Don’t sugarcoat things. You look at me like I’m a murderer, like I’m about to add you to the body count.” She shivered after she spoke the words, sadness creeping into the furrows of her frown.

  “Those men were evil. And they would have done unspeakable things to you if you hadn’t acted as you did. It was self-defense. It wasn’t murder.”

  “I know it wasn’t murder, intellectually I know it, but the way you two keep handling me with kid gloves makes me uncomfortable. It makes me second guess all the explanations I’ve given myself as to why those men out there deserved to meet their maker. And then you sit here trying to soothe me, using my own lines on me, acting as if you didn’t look at me with fear in your eyes.”

  “I don’t fear you.”

  “You’re a fucking liar.”

  She was right, of course, but he still didn’t care for her course language or her anger. She had just brought down six men without blinking an eye or breaking a sweat. He’d never met anyone as powerful as she was, save Gaia, and he treated the goddess with kid gloves, too. “I’d be insane not to consider your power.”

  “I told you I—” She stopped mid-sentence and blew out a long breath as she closed her eyes briefly. “This has become too complicated. Before you two showed up, I worked hard to save lives. I have a gift for the good of mankind, and I’ve done everything I can to ensure I could do the most good. My life has been turned upside down. I’ve been attacked, nearly died, killed. What’s next? Do I descend into evil myself? I don’t know if I like the path I’m on.”

  “Those men you stopped, they would do anything in their power to kill, maim, or torture people. By stopping them, you saved countless hundreds of people. The more Illuminati you take out, the more you save. You’ve used your gift for good all along. Now, you have the opportunity to help thousands, if not millions.”

  “An opportunity? One minute you push me away and the next you tell me I need to stay and use my gift. You want me to stay around and kill off your bad guys? I don’t have the stomach for that. For a minute, I thought I could, but it isn’t who I am.”

  “It is who you are. The sooner you face facts, the better off you’ll be.”

  “Just like I should face facts that I’m a whore?”

  He knew she was going to drop that in his lap eventually. “I didn’t mean it as you took it.”

  “I’m sorry, just how did I misconstrue what you said?”

  Matthias scrubbed a hand over his face, knowing they’d come full-circle. “I meant I would be disrespecting you by participating in a relationship of that type. If I wasn’t willing to commit myself to you and you only, I wasn’t valuing you.”

  “Matthias, just let it go. There is no choosing one or the other. We’ve been amped up on lust ever since we met. It was inevitable that we partook eventually. I was stupid for thinking we could continue to pursue it to see where it led. It was just a couple of good fucks. Let’s leave it at that.”

  He felt as if she’d just punched him in the gut. After what he’d said, perhaps he deserved that. But he had given thought to forever, not just a couple of good “fucks” as she put it. She wasn’t the stupid one, he was.

  “Consider it let go.” Matthias stood and walked back over to his chair and settled in. He wondered if she’d sensed the lie for what it was and realized he didn’t care. She’d just broken him with a few choice words, so let her speculate. His gaze stared unseeing at the twinkling lights of a city just below as his maudlin thoughts began to wander. His proclamation had started the unraveling of the shaky intimacy they’d begun to forge. His unwillingness to bargain had been his downfall. Then he’d added insult to injury by calling her a whore. No matter what he said, she wouldn’t forgive that. He couldn’t believe the word had even popped out of his mouth, but he’d never really been the articulate one.

  He’d grown up in a different time, one filled with chivalry and a code of morals. Granted, those codes were oft broken, but one of the consistent ideals in his upbringing was two lovers together made a relationship, but a triangle of three did not. Times may have changed, but Matthias hadn’t changed along with them in some aspects.

  And it wasn’t that he thought her a whore, but being with her along with Nicolas felt disrespectful. If he committed the act, then he was dishonoring her.

  It’s her choice.

  The errant thought whispered through his mind. If it were what she truly wanted and it would give him the opportunity to have her if even for a little while, was it worth it? She was a consenting adult, as were they. If all parties agreed, what would it matter?

  He shook his head. It would matter to him. He’d grown up expecting to one day settle down with a fine wife, the king of his own castle, his children running around his feet. The children were no longer a possibility, but the wife and home still were. If he settled for halfway now, what if forever came knocking?

  He release
d an unsteady breath. When was he going to face that the fairy tale forever afters didn’t happen for men like him? He had the closest thing in his grasp and had pushed it away because he’d been unable to bend. There was no point in going over and over the point now. She’d made it quite obvious she wanted no parts of him, not for the kind of relationship he wanted.

  There would be no happily ever after for them. Why he’d let a woman turn him mawkish, he’d never know. This was why he’d avoided them for so long. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to elude this one.

  ****

  Britt sat looking at Matthias, hoping he wouldn’t look up and see the hint of longing in her gaze. She needed to get herself together. The whirlwind she’d been caught up in had been fraught with emotion and adrenaline. Her desire for them had sprung from that craziness. She wasn’t that woman, one who lusted after two men.

  Matthias was a pig-headed bastard. How dare he call her a whore? The statement had made her feel cheap for the first time in her life. It wasn’t a good feeling.

  Britt wanted a shower. She felt dirty. His hands had been all over her. He’d filled her womb with his seed, and she could feel the wetness oozing out from between her legs, a reminder of what a slut she apparently was. Anger soon forged back into her, the words she wanted to scream at Matthias rushing through her mind.

  It all coalesced in her mind, swirling anger making her cross-eyed. Was the reason she was so angry was that there was a hint of truth in his words? Perhaps Matthias had been right on some level. Maybe she was acting like a whore. She’d been thinking of sex halfway down the mountain, ready for them the entire way.

  She wasn’t the type of woman to sleep with multiple men. Hell, she hadn’t even had sex in over a year. Now that she’d found men she could relax with and be in that moment, the experience had been breathtaking and awe-inspiring. She could be herself without worries and maybe that was the intense draw. Maybe that was why she was ready to open her legs and be the woman she’d never been allowed to be with two strong, virile men at her side.