Deviant Knights (19 page)

As if reading her thoughts from moments before,
he crawled back into bed and rolled over her and into the cradle of her
thighs.
 
“I believe we were interrupted
earlier this morning?”
 
He slowly began
to slide into her.

A moan escaped her lips at the intense feel of
his thick cock sliding into her.
 
He felt
so right, so good.
 
She had soothed
Michel, and now Gabriel soothed her.
 
She
was exhausted from the last experience, but she understood Gabriel’s need to
wash away some of what Michel had just done to her.
 
Gabriel slowly built a tempo, completely the
opposite from her last two encounters.

Reigning kisses all over her face, he moved to
her cheek, her chin, until his cock slipped from her.
 
As she was crying out from the loss, he
continued further, trailing his tongue and lips down her body.
 
He cupped a breast, sucked a nipple deep and
then the other, making her body arch to get closer.
 
Not stopping, he slid more, until his head
was between her splayed thighs.

His mouth worked over her tender flesh, kissing
away the rough play.
 
Fingers gently
entered her and slowly rubbed against her g-spot, making her dizzy with
need.
 
He quickly brought her to orgasm,
her low cries bouncing off the plaster walls.

But he did not stop.

His mouth continued to taste her, lapping up her
essence as it eased from her body.
 
Within mere moments, he brought her to the edge again, her pussy
squeezing tightly against his fingers as her body trembled with satiation.

And again he did not stop.

His lips targeted everywhere, from her inner
thighs to her sensitive clit, and all spaces in between.
 
He was ravenous for her, unable to get
enough.
 
His fingers slowly
scissored
within her and she crested yet again, her body
wracked with sublime pleasure.

He mounted her then, wrapping her rubbery legs
around his waist as he entered her on one resolute thrust.
 
His kisses tasted of her. He was drunk on her
flavor and shared it.
 
Holding him
tightly, she followed his lead and let him take her over the edge yet again, a
thick finger circling her clit to bring her to the edge.

She drifted off into blackness, sleep demanding
her completely.

Chapter Fifteen

Kadence
awoke in the car at the airport, as they stopped on the
tarmac.
 
She was not quite lucid,
completely confused as to how she’d slept through packing and a trip to the
airport.
 
How’d she even get into the
car?
 
She looked around at the stern
faces of the men surrounding her, trying to get her bearings.

A door opened quickly and she was rushed out
into the darkness, feet pounding behind her on the runway as they all exited
the car.
 
A single spotlight illuminated
their plane, but bright lights flashed all around them, guides to the aircraft
as they came and went.
 
It was chaotic
and she couldn’t seem to come fully awake.
 
Panic seized in her gut, telling her something was wrong.
 
She pulled away, tried to step back.
 
But the men pushed her forward, making her
face the unknown evil that she sensed was near.

The same woman from the train station, followed
by half a dozen men in black, stepped from inside the plane, easing herself
down the boarding steps of the private jet.
 
Black
hair whipped around her, the heavy breeze off
the sea making her hair look
more like that of Medusa, full of flowing
snakes.

Her face, as well as those of the men with her,
began to twist into the demonic expression again, making bile rise in
Kadence’s
throat.
 
The evil inside these beings warped the very air around them, making it
hard for
Kadence
to breathe.

The
Templars
around
Kadence
stood stock-still, frozen, watching the
descent.
  
Nor did they move as the woman
stepped closer to eye Michel.

“Templar, you’re as handsome as ever.”

“
Paloma
, you’re as
vile as ever.”

The woman—demon—thing chuckled throatily and
Kadence
immediately despised her.
 
Innately, she knew this was the woman who’d
hurt Michel.
 
This was the woman who’d
broken him.
 
She needed to pay for that
sin.

Kadence
felt the need to attack, to scratch the woman’s eyes out with her
bare hands, but she couldn’t move.
 
As if
her feet had been glued to the concrete of the tarmac, she was stuck.
 
Glancing around at the others, they seemed to
have the same issue.
 
They all looked
down to their feet and seemed to pull against an invisible force.

Paloma
pulled a sword from a sheath and aimed the tip at Michel’s
throat.
 
“Vile, am I?
 
You didn’t think that way many years ago, and
if I’m correct, you want me now just as much as you did then.
 
Perhaps more?”

Michel did not answer her.
 
Kadence
waited for
the denial, the refusal of such utter garbage, but none came.
 
She watched as his shoulders deflated in
shame, his head dropping before him.

Paloma
struck with heartless accuracy, the blade sliding through Michel’s
throat.
  
Kadence
and the others screamed in terror as they watched helplessly as his head fell
to the ground, rolling to
Paloma’s
feet.

Kadence
was still screaming as she awoke, Gabriel holding her tightly to
him as they lay in bed.
 
His hands rubbed
her back, trying to calm her from her visions.
 
Michel and Thierry rushed into the room, swords raised, ready to defend
her from an unseen threat.

“What is it?”
 
Michel bit out.

“A nightmare, it seems,” Gabriel said from her
side, still holding her tightly.
 
“
Shh
,
querida
, I am right here,
you are fine.”

Michel and Thierry turned to leave.

“No!
 
Wait.
 
If I may be the seer,
couldn’t my nightmares have weight?”

Both men turned back to her.

She gazed at Michel, scared to ask her question,
but knowing it had to be asked.
 

“Who’s
Paloma
?”

****

Michel sat on the
cliffside
,
looking out over the city.
 
Kadence’s
question still rung in his ears.
 
Her nightmare had suddenly become his.
 
How could she have known anything about
Paloma
?
 
His gut had curled as she’d relived her
terrifying dream just moments before.
 
He’d had to escape the room after hearing her nightmare, escape the
house, needing fresh air and open spaces that didn’t make him feel
captured.
 
Memories of
Paloma
always made him remember his incarceration, his
torture.

The
Monte Carlo
sun struck him, reminding him that he was free.
 
Free from the pain
Paloma
had made him suffer,
free from her traitorous heart.
 
Knowing
that he’d once loved that shrew, that he’d seen a future with her, made him
ill.
 
He hadn’t seen the real face
Paloma
hid from
him,
he’d not
sensed any treachery.
 
Was he so
blind?
 
So easily ensorcelled by a woman
that he’d followed behind her, the need to connect with another overriding his
sense of self-preservation.

Looking back, he still couldn’t see the signs of
her ultimate betrayal.
 
He’d been so in
love.
 
And now,
Kadence
brought those feelings to life in him once more.
 
Not only the lust, the
love, but the fear and the anger.
 
They were all one within him.
 
He
could not imagine love without anger sidling along with it.
 
Would he never be able to trust with all of
his heart?
 

Was
Kadence
indeed the
seer?
 
Was she
prophesizing
his death tonight?
 
Would it truly be by
Paloma’s
hand?
 
Or
was this a ploy of some kind, to move them all into the hands of the
enemy?
 
Even after their encounter, he
could not dispel his doubts.
 
She had
shown him tenderness, trust.
 
But he
wasn’t sure he had the same to ever offer her in return.

Plans were already set in motion, and they would
not change, just strengthen.
 
They did
not truthfully know if
Kadence
had the gift of
foresight, not yet.
 
But if it were accurate,
they walked into the night with the knowledge of
Paloma
potentially being there.

More reinforcements would arrive at the airport
in time to secure the plane.
 
Henri and
Lucian would arrive with their jet, staying onboard to prevent the Illuminati
from setting foot on the plane.

Pulling out his sword, he ran the blade along
his stone, sharpening it to a fine edge.
 
He would be ready for
Paloma
.
 
No doubt.
 
And if
Kadence
was playing both sides, she
would face her fate as well.

****

Gabriel gathered the last of his meager
belongings into a backpack, his whole body thrumming with the explosive dream
Kadence
had recalled.
 
Even more incredible was the fact that Michel had opened up a little to
her, answering a few questions about
Paloma
.
 
Michel was still guarded, still wary, but
he’d admitted to
Kadence
that
Paloma
had been the one to betray him.
 

It was a step in the right direction.

Michel had kept his pain bottled.
 
True, they’d never pressed him to recall the
events.
 
In those times, men didn’t talk
about their feelings or mull over inopportune moments of misfortune.
 
Life in those times had been hard.
 
They’d all experienced pain and torment to
some degree.
 
The weak were trampled and
the strong survived.
 
Michel had
survived.
 
They all had.

But times were different now.
 
They’d had to change with it, learn to soften
themselves, to a point, to fit in to the public mores around them.
 
Many of them had struggled to adapt.
 
Michel was among the worst.
 
His complete lack of trust weighed him
down.
 
Made him aloof.
 
He played a good game, turned on the charm
when he wanted something, but it was all an act.
 
One Gabriel had seen through when they’d first
met
Kadence
.

Gabriel had been willing to come to blows over
the potential harm Michel could have caused the woman.
 
She was too special for Michel to sully with
his darkened soul.

Yet, the fact that
Kadence
had been able to break a chink in Michel’s armor spoke volumes.

Michel had opened to her and
told her the basics of
Paloma’s
betrayal, as well as,
a little about his incarceration.
 
Was it a deep, dark, skeletons-in-his-closet
kind of awakening?
 
No.
 
Did he explain the depths of this
torture?
 
No.
 
But it wasn’t a brash denial that it ever
happened, which was usually the case.
 
Michel showed a small measure of trust in her.
 
That in and of itself was
huge.
 

Game changing.

Kadence
was a good influence on Michel.
 
Perhaps she
was
the one to
free him from the past he’d endured.
 
As
much as he didn’t want to see
Kadence
hurt, as much
as he did not want to share her affections, if she could lift Michel’s spirit
once again, then who was he to stop it?
 
He wouldn’t push to see the two of them back together, but if—if—Michel
could be healed, then he wouldn’t stand in the way.