Two Knights of Indulgence by Alexandra O'Hurley Page B

night in
Constantinople
,
we came face to face with the Illuminati and we won, barely.   It appeared to have appeased Gaia and she
saved us, or so she calls it.   From that
moment on, we’ve never aged another day.   Our wounds heal on their own .   We don’t die.”
    “Just because you happened to fight the Illuminati and
won?”
    “You must have heard the story behind Friday the 13 th ?   It is claimed that’s the day in 1307 when
King Phillip rounded up Templars and murdered them,
which isn’t exactly the whole truth, but you get the gist.   If we disappeared, no one would have been
shocked.   They probably assumed we were
one of the many who perished.   Gaia
repurposed us, to become warriors for her.   And since most of us only know killing and death, it was a good match.”
    Britt watched Matthias as he talked, realizing he wasn’t the brute she thought him to be, no matter how tough he
tried to sound.   Yes, there was an aura
of barely leashed power about him, and it made her leery, but she had the
realization that she’d seen him at his worst the night before.   He’d been struggling to save his
brother.   Would she have gone to such
extremes for her own family, if she had any left?   She would have, but she didn’t have the power
within her to make happen what he had.   Or did she?
    “Do you truly believe I was in danger if I stayed
there?”
    Matthias grew very quiet and for a moment, she wasn’t
sure he heard her question.   He shuffled
in his chair, and his stare hit her again.   It nearly took her breath away with the need she saw there.   “Yes.   I do.   But I think you may be in
just as much danger in this house.”
    “W—why is that?”
    “Because I’m not sure I can keep my hands off you.”
    A tremor ran through Britt’s body.   No man had spoken to her with such desire in
his tone and never had she ever expected to be as turned on as she was.   Her nipples puckered against the thin cotton
of her lace bra.   They ached as the
points brushed against the fabric, which had always felt so soft.   It might as well have been sandpaper
bristling across the tips.
    She moved her lips, but no words came out.   Britt rose from the chair, the proximity of
his body overwhelming her.   As soon as
she stood at full height, his hand clasped around her wrist and she felt a zip
of pure electricity run through her.   Her
pussy throbbed in time with her escalating heartbeat and if he held her much
longer, she was sure she would orgasm on the spot.
    Matthias’ eyes grew wider, and she wondered if he’d felt
it as well.   He quickly drew her
down.   Before she could determine what
happened, she was astride him, the thick brand of his cock etched along her
inner thigh.   She swallowed, her throat
tight, as she watched his lips, needing his kiss like she needed her next
breath.
    “Don’t run from me.   It’ll only make me want to chase.”
    “I—I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves
here.”   Her mind screamed at her to make
him stop.   Her body told her another
thing.   Her eyes had never left his firm
lips.  
    Fingers speared into her hair and wrapped around the
nape of her neck.   Matthias drew her
close, the heat of his breath mingling with her own.   A hint of cinnamon and vanilla hit her, the sweet, spiciness of it making her want to close in for a
taste.
    “You never told me your name,” Matthias whispered to
her.
    It might as well have been a bucket of cold water he’d
thrown on her.   She was sitting on a
man’s lap, one who may or may not be insane, and who definitely had abducted
her.   And he didn’t even know her name.
    She pulled away from him, a deep sigh leaving her
lips.   “Britt.   My name is Britt.”
    As she’d pulled away, his hand had slid along her neck
and now rested on her shoulder.   The heat
coming from his body warmed her and made her want to snuggle deeper into his embrace.   She wanted to forget like she had a moment
ago