Deviant Knights (24 page)

Michel gathered her head in one hand, winding
his fingers into her coppery tresses.
 
He
held her to him and thrust his hips leisurely. He set the speed he wanted,
slowly moving his cock, the strangled groans coming from his chest making her
smile around his dick. She’d rarely done this with a lover, but he seemed to
have no complaints about her lack of experience.
 
Gabriel continued to taste her pussy, his
fingers spreading her open, spearing into her cunt, her ass, readying her for
their dual invasion.

The scent and taste of Michel was overwhelming,
his thick cock aggressively pushing her lips wide. She caught his balls in her
hands, carefully stroking the tender sac in time to the sucking. Gabriel sat, leaning
over to capture a nipple in his mouth as he rolled a condom over his shaft and
then pressed the tip of his cock to her channel.

Kadence
paused as she felt Gabriel’s long length languidly fill her pussy. She
released a moan around Michel’s cock as Gabriel thrust inside her, completely
filling her cunt. Both men began to move.
 
The rapid-pulse of their thrusting, combined with Gabriel’s added
stroking of her clit, pushed her toward the edge. Soaring, she
crested,
her frame bowing as she felt surge after surge of
her orgasm inundate through her body.

Michel removed his cock from her mouth as her
orgasm slowed. Michel carefully lifted her as Gabriel moved below. Delicately
lowered, she felt the tip of his cock at her anus, pressing in gently,
lubrication coming from her own juices and the condom that coated his flesh.
Hands rubbed along her rib cage as she closed her eyes.
 
Squeezed shut, it allowed her to focus on the
sensation in her ass, the friction of a wet cock sliding into her tight bud.

As the cock was fully settled within her, she
opened her eyes to see Michel moving before her, lifting her thighs to wrap
around his waist as he navigated the head of his latex-covered cock to her
ready cunt. He entered her slowly, his gaze locking on hers as he filled her pussy.
Once both men were within her, she realized she felt cherished, complete.

Kadence
knew that she’d wanted them both.
 
They were such polar opposites, yet were so alike in some regard.
 
They were the two pieces that fit her.
 
And she knew she’d go down fighting to keep
them in her life.

The men began to thrust within her, the
variation of their precise movements timed perfectly.
 
One would pull back as the other surged
forward, the meeting point where the two heads pressed past each other
sublime.
 
The men stiffened each time the
crowns met; the only thing separating them was the thin barrier of skin between
the two channels.
 
Each was like a piston
within her,
amping
her up another degree with each
stroke.

Her clit throbbed in time to her beating heart,
which raced with the need spiking it.
 
Gabriel’s tongue swelled over her neck, his hands reaching forward
around her ribs to grasp both breasts, tweaking the nipples in his strong fingers.
 
The pinching was almost too hard, enough for
her to hiss in pain, enough to make her moan in delight as he released the
pebbled flesh.
 
Michel ground his
roughened thumb at her core, circling the nub as he pumped into her.

A sheen of sweat covered Michel’s skin.
 
She watched as a single rivulet coursed down
the side of his angular face, dropping to his strong chin.
 
More rivulets slid down his hulking chest and
tight abdomen.
 
Gabriel’s firm chest
lined her back.
 
Both men were perfect
physical specimens, gorgeous, strong men.
 
She watched the graceful sweep of Michel’s body as he rolled his hips
into her, the sharp, angular indentations and muscularity infinitely defined in
his position.

These men were made for sex.
 
They drove her over the edge like none
other.
 
She could sit for hours and watch
the flex and tighten of their frames as they poured themselves into her, giving
her everything they had as they fucked her over and over.

Watching the dance, the ebb and flow of their
movements was enough to carry her over the edge.
 
She moaned out her release, the sound echoing
in the large bedroom.
 

They continued to move within her, their bodies
sliding against hers as they moved.
 
Gabriel came soon after her, his cock
spasming
in her ass, his hands digging into her hips as he rocked violently against her,
groaning her name.
 
Michel followed right
after, his mouth seeking hers as he exploded in release.

Her thoughts returned to their physical prowess
as they all lay catching their breath.
 
Both men were perfect male specimens, and yes, it delighted the hell out
of her.
 
But even more than that, she
felt cherished for the first time.
 
They
both wanted her to a degree she never thought possible, the connection she
shared with them unlike anything she’d ever known.

It had only been days, but it felt more like a
lifetime.
 
Her heart screamed at her that
this was the forever kind of love, but she couldn’t say those thoughts out
loud.
 
Not yet.
 
For now, she would give as much of herself as
she could to both of them and take whatever they had to give in return.

Chapter Twenty

Gabriel awoke early the next morning, his eyes
taking in the lovely sight before him.
 
Kadence
lay nude against his body, her copper hair sprawled
out along the pillow, the morning sun setting it aflame.
 
Her rolling curves demanded his touch.
 
He refused the call of her tempting body,
slowly easing out of the bed and into the bathroom.

Looking into the mirror, he didn’t think he looked
any different than he’d looked the last time he gazed upon his image.
 
Yet he felt so different.
 
A violent storm of emotion whirled within
him, his thoughts and feelings warring against one another.

He desired
Kadence
.
 
He wanted her for his own.
 
His selfishness shamed him.
 

He also knew Michel cared for her, had become a
better man in her presence.
 
How could he
deny that relationship the chance to blossom?

What
Kadence
offered
was the best of both worlds. His mind easily understood that. It made perfect
sense to open
themselves
to whatever came.
 
Tomorrow was an unknown. They didn’t even
know what they were up against, so why muddy the water further with questioning
her love for them both?

And that was what it was.
 
She loved them
both,
he could see it in her eyes.
 
No matter
how much she tried to deny it, it was love.
 
He’d also seen it on Michel’s face, shining in his eyes, when he’d
succumbed to her.
 
He felt it in his own
chest when his mind thought of her, when his eyes saw her.
 

Opening the French doors in the bathroom, he
walked nude out onto the balcony and into the cool German morning.
 
The cool air woke him further, making him
feel alive.
 
The
Rhine
roared below them, the valley beautiful as the sun rose over the
mountains.
 

His mind continued to meander as he leaned
against the railing, watching the violent waters rushing below.
 
Kadence
was
scared.
 
She had every reason to feel
that way.
 
There were no guarantees in
their world of bloodshed and war.
 
They
were lucky she hadn’t talked about leaving them.
 
Danger surrounded them.
 
Tomorrow could potentially never come for any
of them.
 
Precarious was an
understatement.

Yet another reason to accept
whatever love they could forge, together.

“Are you hiding out here?”

Gabriel looked over his shoulder, seeing
Kadence
standing in the doorway.
 
“Why would I hide?”

She floated over the cobbled balcony and into
his arms.

“It’s freezing out here, are you mad?”

“I am.
 
Mad for you.”

Her eyes sought his, glistening with the morning
light.
 
“Gabriel, last night—”

“My mind understands it.
 
We should enjoy what we have, while we have
it.
 
My heart—well, it can’t help the way
it feels for you.
 
I’ve never coveted
anything in my life,
Kadence
, nothing.
 
You, you are special.
 
I can’t help the way I feel.”

“Can you accept what I ask of you?
 
Or will it hurt you to be with me this way?”

“If it means I will have you in my life and not
have to walk away, I will come to accept this.
 
I have dealt with much more hardship in my life than having a
wonderfully beautiful woman to share my bed.”

Kadence
leaned into his heat, shivering against his skin.

“Let’s get you inside, you’re freezing.”

Michel opened the French doors leading into the
bedroom,
then
rested his nude body against the
frame.
 
“She is healed, only to catch her
death from pneumonia?”

“She followed me out.”

“You are both out of your minds.”
 
Michel wrapped
Kadence
in a thick quilt as she passed him, pulling her into his arms.
 

Gabriel felt a small inkling of envy, but not as
strongly as it had been before.

“Ma
cheri
,
I have something to show you, get showered and dressed.
 
Let me talk to Gabriel a moment.”

Her eyes rested on them each briefly, unease in
her gaze.
 
She gathered a few items from
her bag and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door quietly.
 
Both men had pulled on their pants as she had
collected her things and watched her go.

“Gabriel—I know this is hard for you.
 
I sense the depth of your feelings for
her.
 
You were the one she dreamt
of.
 
You were the man she painted.
 
If this pains you too much, I will step
aside.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened at the decree.
 
She would be
his,
all he had to do was say the words.
 
All
he had to do was tell his best friend that the woman that could heal his soul
was off-limits.
 
An evil voice inside his
head told him to do it, to tell Michel to back away and let him have his
prize.
 

Gabriel knew if he did this, if he told Michel
to walk away, that he would never be able to touch her himself again.

Regret would eat him alive.
 
He would hurt two of the people who meant the
most to him in the process.
 
None of them
would be happy.
 
He couldn’t live with
that.
 
Kadence’s
way was the only right one.

“She has opened your wounds, flushed them out,
and begun the process of healing you, mi amigo.
 
How could I ever, in my right mind, allow you not to have that in your
life?”

“I won’t be here if it hurts you.
 
It’s as simple as that.
 
I can’t allow my happiness to wound you.”

“And I would be wounded if I made you leave
her.
 
Neither of you
would be happy, and
how could I live like that?”

“You are—sure?”

“Yes.”

Michel gazed at him a long moment before pulling
him into a quick hug, with hard strikes to the back, and a quick release.
 
Neither man was good with displays of
emotion.
 
“Mon frère, you are too good to
me.
 
I’m not quite sure I deserve the
boon you give me now.”

“If you ever hurt her, you will deal with
me.
 
Understood?”
 
Gabriel leveled a gaze at Michel that
broached no argument.

“I don’t plan to hurt her.
 
If I do, you have my leave to do your worst.”

“I’m glad you two have kissed and made up. It
makes me feel much better now.”
 
Gabriel
turned to the door,
Kadence
standing within the
frame, her wet hair flowing around her shoulders, a bright yellow sundress
flowing to her knees, her feet
bare
on the stone
floor.
 
He felt need spiral through him
at the sight of her.