Two Knights of Indulgence

by Alexandra O'Hurley

  He continued to fill the jet with fuel as he heard them exit the car and enter the hangar. He kept his back to them, not ready to have it out just yet, although he knew they needed to come to some kind of terms before this bird was in the air. That’s all they needed—to be 10,000 feet up and the shit hit the fan. Too bad Lucien was staying in Germany, at least then they’d have a backup pilot if he felt the need to ring Britt’s neck.

  “Ignoring me isn’t going to make me go away.” Britt stepped to the edge of his ladder and rested a foot on the bottom rung.

  “I figured it was best to collect my thoughts before I said anything that would get me in any further trouble.” Nicolas turned around and realized his friend wasn’t in sight. “Where’s Matthias?”

  “He dropped me off. Figured you could drive me back once we cleared the air.”

  “Have at it then. Clear the air. Go for it.”

  “I’m still angry you kept secrets.”

  “I’ve gathered that.” He lifted his gaze to hers and captured her stare. “But we did it with good intentions.”

  “Good intentions or not, you kept some vital information from me. It was unfair.”

  He nodded. Perhaps it was unfair, but he’d do the same thing had he had the chance to do it over. There was no reason for her to wonder over the unknown.

  “What else is unfair is how I treated you in front of your brothers.”

  His head lifted at that. “And how’s that?”

  “Saying you have no claim over me.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Don’t, Nicolas. We both know there’s a connection between us.”

  “That we can only explore when Matthias is in the room.”

  “That’s unfair, too.”

  “Is it?” Hot need rushed through him at her breathy admission.

  She stepped up the rung so she was just under him. “To say you’re a part of something bigger but then to put limitations on how you share with me is unfair. I care for you, Nicolas. You aren’t an afterthought. I choose you, too.”

  He shook his head, not sure if he should voice the words coming through his head.

  “And I want to prove it to you.”

  “How do you suppose we do that?”

  “I think you take me into the cabin of this plane and do all the things you wanted to do when you were stuck in the cockpit, unable to touch me.”

  Nicolas turned off the fuel line with shaking hands, feeling like a lad instead of the old man he was. He’d fantasized of doing exactly what she’d just offered up to him, to erase the frustration he’d felt at being left out of their experience. Time for him to love her in his way was important to him. It was an intimacy she’d taken from him, and she was now handing it over to him as a gift, a peace offering. He was down the ladder in a shot, grasping her to him, his lips finding hers.

  Britt wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, the heat of her cunt against his bulge enough to set the fuel around them aflame. He walked over to the jet’s stairs with her on top of him and yanked the heavy equipment down one-handed as he supported her firm ass with the other. He took the stairs carefully, with her still in his arms, his lips still on hers.

  As soon as they graced the cabin, he yanked the stairs closed and locked them inside. Britt wormed her way down his body and began unfastening his pants as he opened the buttons down her borrowed top. His fingers still shook, need overtaking him.

  Her dismissal of him had hurt. Giving him free rein over her body helped soothe his battered ego. He still knew Matthias remained first in her heart, but he now knew she had room for him, too. He wasn’t just a postscript in her life.

  Once they were completely disrobed, he stepped back. He just wanted to look at her and take in her beauty. She suddenly seemed shy. Wringing her hands as if she didn’t know where to put them, she put her weight on one foot and then the other. The shyness was lovely, the pink on her cheeks blossoming on her chest as well. She was the perfect mix of vixen and timidity. Her desire overrode her inexperience when she was with them. He could tell from her body she hadn’t been with many men. She seduced them out of raw need, not the confidence of practiced lovemaking.

  “You’re beautiful.” He could stand there for the next hour just looking at her.

  Her smile was dazzling.

  “Are you going to stare all day?”

  “If you let me.” He smiled at her and then reached a hand out to her. She enveloped it with her own and let him draw her close. He tilted her head to him, placing a single finger under her chin. He looked into her face a moment before he lowered to her and placed a chaste kiss upon her lips. When he lifted his head, she was frowning.

  “That’s it?”

  “To start. I think I deserve a little atonement for the comment at the table.”

  Britt looked warily at him. He still had her hand in his, and he pulled her behind him as he moved to the couch and sat. Nicolas then pulled her over his lap, her ass in the air.

  “Just what do you plan to do, Nicolas?”

  “See how red I can get your beautiful bottom.” He punctuated his statement with the first slap across her rear. She jumped at the contact, a nervous squeal popping from her lips. She tensed her body as she looked over her shoulder at him.

  “You’re going to spank me?”

  “Until my hand hurts from it.”

  Her eyes grew wide as he dropped another slap, this time to the other cheek. She jumped again, but the squeal had morphed into a breathy exhale. She’d liked the sensation, her back arching slightly as he rubbed one hand along the reddened globes. Both sides were bright pink, with a large red handprint in the middle. Britt was undulating on his lap, her breathing growing more and more shallow.

  He rained several swats on her ass, varying the pressure and the tempo so she would not expect the next to come. Each side was bright and red, heat radiating off the skin. Nicolas ran a hand over them before slipping his hand between and running it along her slit. She was soaking wet, her juices readying her for his claiming. As she twisted in his lap, she pushed her labia against his hand, silently demanding his touch.

  He swatted the lips, making her come off his lap at the sensation. A moan escaped her mouth, and she turned suddenly, her face as red as her ass. Nicolas smiled, excited she was enjoying the tempting taste of more to come. He dropped several more slaps to her bottom and one more to her pussy, another moan renting from her lips. She was incredibly wet and nearly pushing herself onto his fingers as he tested her readiness.

  He plunged one finger into her sheath, and she exploded around his finger, her cries filling the cabin and reverberating around them. A sense of satisfaction settled in his chest that he pushed her to extremes so easily. It made him want to see how far he could push her and how many times.

  Nicolas added a second finger and began to pump the digits in and out of her flesh, her moans growing louder with each penetration. His cock was throbbing, begging to have the chance to be where his fingers were, but he needed to take it slow. If he entered her now, he’d lose it within seconds, his control held with fragile threads. He wanted to sample her body, see where some of her limits were.

  Britt was coming closer to another orgasm. He felt her channel milking his fingers and tightening in preparation for her release. Her body writhed against him, her hips undulating in time to his fingers’ motion. Just as she was on the ledge, he removed his fingers and slapped his wet digits across her ass. She jumped, screaming loudly at the unexpected sensation.

  “Stand.”

  She slowly capitulated, rising on shaky legs before him. He turned her so her ass was before him, and he moved forward to swipe a tongue across her reddened flash. Her body trembled under his caress, her knees wobbling under her. His control was as tenuous, his whole body shaking with need. He wanted to extend the experience, wanted to push her, but he wasn’t sure he’d make it.

  He wanted to taste her depths, wanted to sample her full breas
ts, but his control snapped like the taut rubber band it was. He drew her back down to his lap, her hot rear over his cock. As she rotated her hips, he found the entrance of her pussy and guided his cock into her tight channel, thrusting inside her on two strokes.

  A cry rent from her lips, and he paused to allow her to grow accustomed to him. His lips found her neck and nuzzled the smooth column of skin as his fingers trailed along her stomach and up to the swell of her breasts. When he cupped the weights in his hands, she arched her back into his touch, moving her hips in an impatient sign of need. He felt equally as desperate and began to thrust up within her as she moved over him, lifting off his lap and meeting him back in the middle with a loud slap.

  Their noisy lovemaking echoed in the cabin, the sounds and scents of their bodies filling the space. Nicolas drew her against him, holding her close as he pumped into her body, his cock spearing her apart on each stroke, her channel gripping him like a glove. He kissed her neck, her ear, her cheek, until she twisted her head to offer her lips to him.

  His fingers plumped her tight nipples; he pinched the tips as he moved. She seemed to enjoy his rough caresses, squealing louder when he squeezed tighter. He lowered one hand to her clit, rolling one finger in a circle around the nub as he thrust up into her. Before she cried out in release, she stiffened against him, her body a lightning rod ready for his shot.

  Nicolas followed with his orgasm immediately after hers, spilling his seed deep inside. His whole body shook as he erupted within her; he grasped her tightly to him as it crashed over him. Once he was sated, his half limp cock began to slide from her slowly as they gasped for air, trying to come back down to earth.

  “That. Was. Incredible.”

  Nicolas snickered into her hair, laying a kiss to her earlobe. “Yes, indeed.”

  “You do realize I’ve laid claim to you now.”

  Nicolas laughed. “Is that right? I thought it was the other way around?”

  Britt slipped from his lap and moved to sit beside him. “I think we’re both right.”

  He pulled her close and laid a kiss on her lips. “Agreed.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Britt saw Matthias in the doorway as they pulled up in Thierry’s Range Rover later that evening. She and Nicolas had driven to the edge of the valley rim and watched the sun setting as they sat on the hood of the SUV. Britt had lain in Nicolas’ arms, realizing she loved both men equally. She now saw it was not one over the other. It had been both of them all along. She couldn’t have one without knowing the other would be there for the ride.

  They had been gone longer than Matthias had probably anticipated. He was still feeling shaky as to their new fragile relationship, and he would have to be reminded how much she cared for him as well. Considering they were two strong knights, their delicate egos were sensitive. In time, they would learn to trust her more and accept their triangle.

  “Nicolas, a question before we go in?”

  “Sure.”

  “Were you or Matthias hurt by another woman in your past?” It was the only excuse she could think of for them to have built such thick walls.

  “No, we’ve never really had any true relationships.”

  Shock flooded her. “You’re both over seven hundred years old! You’ve never had a real relationship?”

  “We’re immortal. It’s not like we could just go grab any old gal and have her accept what we were. I’ve had dalliances, but never has a woman known what I really was. It’s the same for Matthias. I can’t speak for him completely, but I’m sure it’s the same. I never expected to have the possibility of having a woman in my life. I insulated myself, thinking it would never be.”

  “I can’t imagine living such a lonely existence.”

  “Love had crossed my mind, but after we saw what had happened to Michel when he’d thought he’d found love, it made us all realize it wasn’t for us. Paloma nearly killed Michel, and now she’s Illuminati, still roaming the earth hundreds of years later to torment him.”

  “Is this the woman who Kadence tried to shield from Michel?”

  “Yes, she took a sword intended for Michel.”

  Sadness filled her chest. None of the men she’d met had ever expected love. To live a life as long as theirs and never envisage love was tragic. It made her want to disappear with her two knights and hold on to them with a desperation she’d never felt before. Even though they’d lived a long, unending life, she was their first love, and there was something so incredibly sweet about that.

  Nicolas leaned in to kiss her lips, as if he’d heard all the random thoughts rolling around in her head. She sighed into his embrace, loving the feeling of being in his arms. He got out of the vehicle and rounded it, opening the door for her to exit. As he extended a hand, she suddenly realized how much she appreciated both male’s chivalry. She had two knights in shining armor, and she hadn’t taken a moment to realize it. It had been too easy to label them male chauvinists and grumble under her breath at their old fashioned actions.

  They were from another time, another place. She would have to be cognizant of that and accept the good with the bad, perhaps with the occasional push in the right direction here and there. Who said an old dog couldn’t learn new tricks.

  Once she was standing before Matthias, she allowed him to engulf her in a fierce hug before he gathered her in his arms, lifting her from the ground as he turned to head inside. Nicolas followed them up the stairs and back into the room they’d shared the night before.

  Within moments of the bedroom door closing, they were undressed, both men against her sensitive skin, their needy cocks hard and flush against her. Their kisses were insistent, their bodies insatiable as they made love to her over and over again through the night. The following morning, they would be in the air, flying to meet their destiny. Tonight, they would love each other well and fill the emptiness she’d seen all too much of.

  ****

  Thierry stood at the top of the jet’s stairs waiting for everything to be loaded into the cabin, his arms filled with the last of the bags. Both females were in the cabin, seated and conversing in the back corner, deep in discussion. Gabriel and Michel hadn’t been happy about bringing the female out so soon after her incident, but Kadence was fully healed and ready to join in the fight. Matthias and Alain fit the bags into the compartments inside as Nicolas did his pre-flight checks.

  Thierry watched the two females in the back. Jealousy bit into him a bit. His thoughts went to the delicate fighter with another wicked punch, the warrior. Thierry was sure she had to be the third of the five, as he’d never seen a woman fight so well in his very long life. Dark hair and dark eyes had pinned him on the tarmac when they’d fought the Illuminati a few days earlier, when Kadence had been wounded.

  With a sword slicing through flesh and bone, the dark Pacific Islander beauty had performed a macabre dance of death and destruction, leaving a wake of bodies behind her.

  The woman had also come close to destroying Paloma; the woman who’d nearly crushed Michel and was apparently a high-ranking Illuminati soldier. Paloma had been pure evil in life, so it hadn’t come to their surprise to find her pulling the strings a few hundred years later. But how did the warrior know about their battle with Paloma, enough to put her in that spot, with swords blazing?

  A speck in the distance flitted and caught his attention.

  A lone figure was walking across the empty field between two runways, directly toward the open bay of the hangar. He stood at the top of the stairs, his gaze following the figure and trying to determine whom it could be. Lifting his hand, he elevated it to the hilt of his sword and slowly raised it from its sheath as he descended the steps. The sharp twang of metal on metal must have caught Matthias’ and Alain’s attention, as they followed him, swords lifted. Thierry quickly glanced at Matthias and back to the figure, which had begun to run in their direction.

  Thierry planted his feet in a defensive position, his sword raised. Matthias and Alain were at his s
ide in seconds, the glitter of the sun shining off their swords washing over his face.

  He trained his eye on the figure as it approached and out to the surrounding fields to determine if there were others coming in for a sneak attack. His vision picked up no other movement around them, but the fine hairs on the nape of his neck stood up at attention.

  “Thierry, it’s her.”

  Thierry’s gaze returned to the lone figure, and it took a moment for Alain’s words to filter through. He froze for a second as he recognized her features.

  It was the warrior.

  Her weapon wasn’t drawn, but he’d seen her fighting on the tarmac before they’d taken off and knew she was as deadly with her fists as she was with a blade. He didn’t lower his weapon. She slowed her approach as she neared, her stare locking on Thierry.

  She stopped five feet from them, looking even more beautiful than she had the night at the airport. Her long, dark silky locks were floating around her, the spring air casting them around impatiently. Her near almond-shaped eyes hinted at European ancestry as well, a beautiful blending of east and west. Her body was curvaceous, with firm musculature that made Thierry want to caress every inch. She wore no makeup and a utilitarian black sweater along with camo pants and military issue boots.

  She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

  “I hear you guys may need my help.”

  “Help? And you are?”

  “Kailani. Kailani McDaniel.” The warrior placed a palm before Thierry, ready for him to shake it. He lowered his sword, but could see from his periphery that Matthias and Alain had not. They would have his back if she tried anything funny.

  He took her small hand in his and drew her closer to him. “What are you doing here?”

  “Relax. Gaia sent me.”

  Thierry let go of her hand and stepped back, incredulous. “And how do you know Gaia?”

  “She hired me.”

  Thierry chuckled. “And what did Gaia hire you to do? I’ve already seen your skill set, or is there more? Cooking? Light cleaning? Perhaps a little bookkeeping?”