Two Knights of Indulgence (18 page)

“I’m not moving until you admit it.”

Nicolas had continued on down, not realizing they had
stopped.
 
He was at the bottom of the
outcropping, looking up to them attentively, his brows furrowed in
confusion.
 
She and Matthias were alone
for all intents and purposes.

“I’m not afraid of you.
 
Can we go now?”

His eyes told her the truth.
 
He was lying.
 
A cold breeze swept down the mountain, and she shivered against it.
 
Or perhaps it was the cold coming from
him.
 
“After all we’ve shared, why would
you think I’d do that to you?”

“After all we’ve shared?
 
I’ve known you for a few days.”

“And in that time, I know you’ve felt the
connection.
 
We’ve shared more in a
single touch than lovers who’ve been together for years.”

Matthias was quiet to that, his face showing the swirl
of emotion he felt, but he didn’t deny it.
 
“I’ve done a lot of horrible things over the years, Britt.
 
I’ve killed many men.
 
What if one day you choose to heal me of my
evil?
 
It appears you don’t control it,
it controls you.”

“You aren’t evil.
 
I’ve seen inside you.
 
You may have
done bad things, but with good intent.”

“Good intent?
 
Running into battle and lopping off head after head is good intent?
 
I enjoy the kill.
 
I look forward to it.
 
I can’t imagine a day where I miss the chance
to mow down every Illuminati I can get my hands on.
 
That isn’t good intent.
 
I’m only a shade different from the evil I
destroy.”

“You do what you do in order to protect the billions
of people on earth.
 
There is purpose
behind your choices.
 
If you didn’t kill
them, they would destroy this world, and you know it.”

“It doesn’t make me the good guy, and we both know
it.”

“Just because you’ve had to make hard choices doesn’t
make you evil.”

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree on that
one.”
 
Matthias reached out his hand once
more to continue leading her down the outcropping.

“Take off the glove.”

He stopped and eyed her, looked to his gloved hand,
and then back to her.
 
After several
moments, he ripped the glove off and lifted his palm to her.
 
“Better?”

She grasped his hand, and she felt the emotional and
seductive swell flow through her again.
 
He felt it, too; she was sure as his irises dilated before returning to
normal.
 
“You haven’t shriveled up and
died yet, so I say there’s your proof.”

Her laughter died as she looked to his graven
face.
 
“Britt, I’m not a good man.
 
Stop deluding yourself.
 
No matter how you paint me in your mind, I’m
a guy you need to stay away from.”

Before she could respond, he tugged her forward,
almost making her slide on the gravel terrain.
 
She followed behind him, her teeth clenched.
 
Britt would show him he was acting a fool
soon enough.

****

Nicolas had watched the interaction between Britt and
Matthias earnestly.
 
There seemed to be
some great divide between them, and he honestly hoped it wasn’t because of his
insertion into their lovemaking.
 
He
hoped they would get over whatever it was, because even during their argument,
he could see the link the two shared.
 
There was fire between them.
 
They
fit together perfectly, if they would only open their eyes and see it.

The lord knew he felt it.
 
Did they?
 
There was a natural tension frizzling in the air when they were close,
the magnetic poles they were drawing one another closer.
 
Anyone stupid enough to get caught in the way
would eventually be trampled.
 
He’d
inserted himself once for the benefit of the greater good, but he wasn’t dumb
enough to do it again.
 
The two of them
would have to get whatever it was bothering them out of their systems without
his interference.
 

As they finally began descending the final few feet,
he turned and began walking to the hangar.
 
They had a jet to prep for take-off.
 
Nicolas had learned to pilot an aircraft years before, when the
technology was new.
 
He’d been in the
Outer Banks of North Carolina when the Wright brothers had flown one of their
first planes, amazed yet again with human ingenuity.
 
There had been something about flying which
had drawn him in, making him know he had to master the new skill and quickly.
 
Over the years, the power of flight had at
times been the key to them winning a battle, or being able to get to a location
in time to thwart their enemy.

This private strip was one several local pilots used,
but wasn’t open to the general public.
 
There was a mechanic who lived on location, an older man who liked his
liquor more than he cared about their comings and goings.
 
Fortunately, his imbibing never seemed to
prevent him from maintaining their small jet with precision, refilling their
plane with fuel when contacted to.
 
They
owned a small hangar near the rear of the strip that housed their
aircraft.
 
Once he was close to the
doors, he removed his sword, ready to potentially engage more of the
enemy.
 

He opened the space, not sensing anyone there.
 
After an inspection of the hangar, he was
confident they were alone.
 
The open bay
left little room for anyone to hide, save the jet itself.
 
Nicolas opened the cabin and began to ascend
the stairs, his sword at the ready.
 
Again, it was empty.

Inside the cabin had been quickly cleaned, and he
moved toward the cockpit, starting his pre-flight checks.
 
The engine had been fueled and was ready to
prep.
 
Soon, he heard the passengers
arrive.
 
He ducked his head out of the
cockpit to see Matthias and Britt enter in and sit across from each other, a
silent glare shared between them.

This ought to be
an interesting flight.

Nicolas turned back to the instrument panel and began
to prep, trying to ignore the weird energy coming from the cabin.
 
The interior of the plane slowly warmed as
the heat kicked in, and he drew off his heavy layers before they got into the
air, even though his hands and feet were still icy.

As they taxied down the airstrip, Nicolas kept one eye
on the skies and another on the passengers in the back, knowing World War III
might be about to commence.

Chapter Eight

“So are you going to ignore me the entire way to
Germany
?”

Matthias turned his chair from the window, where he’d
been trying to do a good job of watching the scenery pass below.
 
He hadn’t seen one bit of it, if he were
honest with himself, the darkening sky muting most of it.
 
Even had it been lit, he wouldn’t have noted
much.
 
His mind was a flurry with random
thoughts, and all he could envision was she.
 
Britt sat across from him with her arms crossed over her chest, the look
of spite on her face nearly comical.
 
Even angry she was beautiful, and all he wanted to do was kiss her sneer
from her.

“That was the plan.”

“I’m not going to let you do that.
 
Just like I’m not going to let you ignore our
conversation earlier.
 
We’re not done.”

           
He
sighed.
 
He knew the moment he stepped
foot inside the cabin she’d have a captive audience and she’d eventually corner
him again.
 
It hadn’t stopped him from
hoping she wouldn’t.
 
“I’m done.
 
Let it go.”

Her eyes alit with an illumination that had nothing to
do with power and everything to do with anger.
 
He could feel the wave of her emotion as she bore down on him, jumping
from her seat to press a slim finger in the middle of his chest.

“Stop pushing me away.
 
I’m not going anywhere.”

Matthias looked her over, her eyes bright, her cheeks
rosy, and all his thoughts about control went out the window.
 
He grasped her wrist and sucked in a breath
at the flow of emotion and carnality.
 
It
would never get old, no matter how many times he touched her.

He drew her into his lap and captured her mouth in a
fiery kiss, letting her know in that one action just how much he felt for
her.
 
Matthias grasped the side of her
head, pinning her to him, not allowing her to pull away, no matter how she
pushed at his chest with her hands.
 
She
tasted sweet, her tongue soon dancing over his.
 
He chuckled in victory, her acquiescence heightening his pleasure.
 
Her arms were soon wrapped around his
shoulders, pulling him even closer as her mouth battled with his.

Once she was under his spell, he lowered his hands,
caressing every inch of flesh he could manage.
 
Each stroke of his fingers pushed him ever closer to the edge of
abandon.
 
He forgot where he was.
 
It was only her, only this woman.
 
She was his everything in that moment and his
only focus.
 

His control was a fragile thing, and he shuddered
against her.
 
She played dirty, rolling
her hips against his.
 
He could feel the
heat of her pussy against his hard cock, through the layers of clothing.
 
Instead of slowing her movements, his traitorous
hands clasped her hips and rocked them faster, making her crash over his
cock.
 
He felt the dampness at the tip,
pre-cum oozing from the head, ready to penetrate her.

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.”