Two Knights of Indulgence (17 page)

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.

The sun had begun to set, the blue sky above her
shifting to the beautiful hues of pink, orange, and gold.
 
The silent hush of the forest made her
realize just how insignificant they really were in the overall scope of the
universe.
 
Little dots of the heavens
above were faint hints behind the swirls of color, the night closing in on
them.
 

It wasn’t the only thing closing in on them.

Britt felt a shimmer of darkness steal over her, and
she stopped, rooted to the ground as she reached out to determine what it was
she sensed.
 
Nicolas and Matthias
continued on, oblivious to the evil encroaching and of her stopping.
 
Power began to churn within her, her gift
taking over quickly this time.
 
Darkness
had touched her, and she knew it as it closed in on her.
 
She opened her mouth to warn Matthias and
Nicolas, but no sound came forth.
 
Blue
light speared from her open lips as her feet lifted from the ground.

The last time this had happened, she’d not been
aware.
 
Her gift had taken over and left
her in darkness.
 
All she had of those
instances had been what the guys had told her and tiny slivers of memory.
 
Now, she was fully conscious and
cognizant.
 
And a tad bit afraid of what
she was doing.

A group of Illuminati stepped into the clearing around
her, circling her completely.
 
She was
cut off from her knights.
 
Matthias and
Nicolas had finally sensed the danger and turned back for her.
 
She watched them return as if they moved in
slow motion.
 
Matthias drew his sword,
his face a contorted, fierce mask as he prepared for battle.
 
Nicolas aimed his bow at the men, ready to
take them down.

She knew they would be too late.
 
The six men surrounding her were filled with
evil. They needed to be healed and allowed to pass over to the other side.
 
If they remained, they would continue to hurt
innocent people, and she couldn’t allow that.
 
The Illuminati soon realized they couldn’t move and their faces
contorted into a mask of helpless rage or confusion.

Her power reached out to each of them and drew them
closer.
 
Blue light burst around them,
and she felt as if the dark tentacles she’d once had on her skin had now been
transformed into her own radiant blue ones.
 
Each struck into the chest of one of the men surrounding her, and she
used them to draw the darkness from inside.
 
Britt ripped the evil from them, feeding on it.
 
She felt stronger from the action, not weak
like the evil she’d fought from Nicolas.

Soon, their bodies weathered and wrinkled before
her.
 
Time passed quickly, aging them to
the age they should be now.
 
Mummified
remains stood in the places men had held moments before.

Britt should’ve felt horrified.
 
She didn’t.
 
She realized in that moment, she had unchained their souls from evil and
they were now free.
 
Released from
battle, they would no longer hurt anyone, and they would no longer damage their
souls.

They were healed.

****

Nicolas watched with horror as the half dozen men
surrounded a glowing Britt.
 
He ran as
fast as he could through the melting snow, his bow at the ready.
 
As soon as he was in close range, he let one
fly, only to have it hit an invisible field encircling them.
 
The deflected bow sat on the ground,
discarded.
 
The Illuminati stepped closer
to her, their faces a distorted twist of vile satisfaction.
 
They were looking forward to destroying her,
and they had a protection around them to do it.

Matthias ran to the edge of the field and tried to
slash through it with his sword, sparks flying as it hit the edge of the
surface.
 
“No!
 
Britt, don’t leave us out!”

“What are you saying?
 
The field isn’t Illuminati?”

“She did the same thing when she healed you.
 
I was scared she would kill herself trying to
save you, and I tried to stop her.
 
She
erected a force field to keep me at bay.”

“You mean she’s locked herself in with six of
them?
 
Is she mad?”
 
Nicolas turned back to the scene inside, his
heart beating loudly in his ears.
 
Fear
filled him, his stomach twisted in a knot.
 
She’d just regained her strength after saving him.
 
There was no way she could take on six enemy
foes on her own.

Her light
intensified,
a
beacon in the falling darkness.
 
All six
men were suddenly lifted in the air, just as the man in the hospital had
been.
 
Their faces began to contort in
pain, expressions exaggerated as they began to wrinkle and age in quick
succession.
 
Britt’s head fell back as
the men bucked, trying to release her hold on them.
 
None were successful as the life was slowly
drained from them.

As the men were transformed into empty husks, Britt’s
light subsided and the force field gave way.
 
The men were dropped to the ground, falling in a plop in the wet snow at
their feet.
 
Britt’s eyes were glowing
brightly as they had before, and they both raced to her, expecting her to pass
out as she had the first time she’d taken an Illuminati’s life.

Yet she stood strong this time, her body no longer
glowing, except for her eyes.
 
They
glowed
the soft blue still as she looked at the men on the
ground.

“They are healed.”

The echoed voice wasn’t Britt’s.
 
Nicolas approached her carefully, seeing the
arcs of electricity moving over the surface of her skin.
 
She was an overloaded battery at the moment,
and he wasn’t sure how to proceed.
 
“Britt?
 
Are you okay?”

“Okay?
 
No.”
 
A sly smile formed across
her lips.
 
“I am superb.”

Nicolas caught Matthias’ gaze before returning to
hers.
 
“Your eyes still glow.”

“They fed me well.”

“Fed you?”

“I fed on their evil.
 
Their hate.
 
Their duplicity and greed.”

“You killed them.”

“No.
 
I
healed
them, just as I did you,
Nicolas.”

“But I survived.”

“You weren’t filled to the brim with evil yet.
 
They were.
 
Once I took that from them, there was nothing left of who they once
were.
”

Britt faltered, her legs giving out from under
her.
 
Nicolas swept in and steadied her,
her body a warm mass against his.
 
Her
hand touched his, and he was shot with a rush of power, of emotion, of raw
energy.
 
His eyes rolled back into his
head as she shared it with him, his body recharging.
 
He felt his muscles tighten and
flex,
his heart beat faster.

It brought him to his knees, taking her with him.
 
As the sensation passed, he looked to her and
saw the blue release from her gaze.
 
She
looked normal again, the
demi
-goddess within her
gone.
 
“What
was
that?”

Her brow furrowed as she looked to him with a question
on her face.
 
“What was what?”

****

Britt’s head buzzed as they continued on down the
mountain.
 
The two of them handled her
with kid gloves as they moved, one before and one behind her.
 
They had no reason to fear her, especially
now that she had been conscious through the last experience.

She wasn’t a killer.
 
Her gift had benefited many.
 
She’d used it in a positive way since she’d first learned what she could
do.
 
It started as a child.
 
Britt had come across a bird that had been
hit by a car lying on the side of the road.
 
She had sensed its pain, and it made her cry.
 
She’d dropped to her knees beside it and
suddenly, it was healed.
 
The power had
just come over her, and she’d instinctively known what to do and moments later,
the bird had flown away.
 
Britt had stood
there for a long time, watching as it soared high above.

Since that moment, she had followed the path her gift
had put her on, and she now realized this was the next step in the
progression.
 
It was time to elevate her
game.
 
She had liked the power the men
had given her, had enjoyed the ripple of energy flowing through her.
 
Even now, her body trembled with the immense
burst they had bestowed upon her.

Though it had still been hard to see
the six corpses on the ground.
 
She had always seen herself as giving life,
not taking it away.
 
Britt kept reminding
herself that the men had been evil and had done many terrible things.
 
She saw glimpses of
who
they were, the evil they’d done.
 
They
had all done many awful things, things they needed to pay penance for.

As the three of them approached a rocky outcropping,
she saw an airstrip and hangar in the distance.
 
The next few hundred feet would be treacherous and slow going, but it
helped to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
 
Escape was within their reach, and she needed
off that mountain, away from the litter of the corpses left in her wake, as
soon as possible.

Matthias offered her a tentative hand as they began to
cross the stony terrain.
 
He feared her
touch, and that knowledge shook her to her core.
 
After all they’d shared, she was stunned by
his uncertainty, and she worried she would never regain his trust.
 
He’d already erected a wall between them
after their lovemaking and now there was a new layer in his fear.
 
She took his hand and captured his stare for
a moment, hoping to find some solace in his gaze.
 
The energy flow between them wasn’t
there.
 
He’d covered his hand in thick
leather gloves once they’d arrived at the outcropping.
 
He looked for a brief moment before looking
away from her,
a sadness
in his eyes.
 
An ache centered in her chest as she followed
behind him, his hold on her hand timid.
 

Anger soon replaced her sadness.
 
She’d opened herself to him completely and
knew of his past.
 
He had killed hundreds
of men in the name of all that was good.
 
How could he look to her like he did?
 
If anyone should understand her, it should be him.

She squeezed his hand tightly, getting his
attention.
 
He stopped in his tracks,
turning to look at her as they approached the bottom.
 
“Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not.”

He searched her face and then her body, looking for
whatever it was that was wrong.

“It’s not me.
 
It’s you.
 
How dare you fear me?”

Matthias stood up straighter, anger filling him.
 
“I don’t fear you.”

“The hell you don’t.
 
You don’t even want to touch me.
 
You think I’ll do to you what I did to those men up there, don’t you?”

Matthias’ cheeks reddened slightly before his face
went completely blank.
 
“I don’t fear
you.
 
Now come on, we need to get a move
on before more of them catch up with us.
 
We can’t afford them following us to our next destination.”