Deviant Knights

by Alexandra O'Hurley

  ****

  Michel watched her the entire time they worked through the courses. She was exquisite. Fresh, young, not cynical—everything he and Gabriel were not. As she experienced the fine meal before her, he found joy in her excitement in trying the new dishes. Her exuberant smile tugged at his chest. Although he reveled in her presence here, he wished to whisk her away. This place was too stodgy for the life that zipped through her veins.

  She needed vibrancy. He sensed she would blossom in it. Her smile already lit up this darkened room. Lights, laughter, and music, that’s what she needed, to be in the center of it all. As soon as the last of the food was cleared, he was ready to whisk her away to one of the discothèques that littered the city, to dance against her soft, rounded body. He had a feeling she would fill all the spots around his hardened physique. Might even fill all the spots around his hardened soul, too.

  They were on course six and he felt squirmy for the first time in eons. He wanted to get her out of the antiseptic environment and into somewhere with color and life. She was color and life. She made his heart beat faster for it.

  But she’d dreamed of Gabriel, not him. Her eyes had been all over Gabriel from the moment he’d approached the table. But he’d seen the hunger in her eyes before she’d seen his friend. She had shown interest. And he would use that to his advantage, if he could. Gabriel was equally fascinated with the woman, which could be a problem. But they’d shared women in the past. Perhaps Gabriel wouldn’t mind sharing this one as well.

  What was he saying? There was no way either of them would be willing to share this exquisite creature.

  ****

  Kadence felt their stares as she ate with gusto. The food was incredible, worth every penny, even if it wasn’t her penny. It was the closest she’d been to orgasm in quite some time. But with the hungry looks both men had been throwing her way all night, she was sure that would be resolved soon enough. The shock of Gabriel’s appearance was slowly wearing off, allowing her to appreciate the masculine beauty of Michel as well.

  She was sitting across from two of the most handsome, worldly men she’d ever met and eating the food of the gods. She wanted to pinch herself. Right after she took another sip of the champagne, which was going straight to her head. She’d need it to help bolster her courage if things truly went in the direction it appeared they might.

  Was she really that kind of girl? Buy her a nice meal, ply her with alcohol, and get into her pants? No, she wasn’t. Not normally. But this was different. This was a once in a lifetime experience, and she wasn’t getting off this ride. Their quiet confidence, their swagger, told her either of them would give her a night she’d never forget, and would yearn for, for the rest of her days.

  A plate the waiter called Pekin Duck Pressé was placed before her and she lifted the champagne flute to her lips as he quietly explained the course. Her stomach felt as if it would burst already and this was only the seventh of nine courses. Of course, they’d been small courses, but still, there had already been plenty of food. She decided to only take a small bite. The flavors burst into her mouth and she moaned low in her throat as she closed her eyes.

  Heat flooded her face as she reopened her eyes. Both men were staring at her with lowered lids, desire etched into the hard angles of their faces. Her body had been thrumming all night from their continued sensual glances and the witty double entendres were driving her up the gray and brown walls. Her nipples were aching inside the tight bodice of the black dress she wore and her pussy pulsed to the rapid beat of her heart.

  Which one? Which one of them would be hers for the night? Her body told her that Gabriel would win out, as the fascination she felt for that man was immense. Although, there was an attraction to Michel that she couldn’t ignore, either. But after dreaming of Gabriel for two years, there was a large amount of frustration she’d saved up especially for him. She supposed she’d just see where the night took her. Of course, that all depended on if they truly were interested.

  She was a curvy woman, the type that men like this usually ignored. Her body wasn’t the typical size two, but rather a size twelve. She refused to kill herself to fit into society’s vision of perfection. What was the point of living if a girl couldn’t enjoy life?

  The two men didn’t appear to mind, not in the least. Their heated glances and constant perusal of her made her feel like the only woman in the room. And if she drank another glass of the fizzy liquid, she may even admit to herself that she wanted them both.

  At the same time.

  It had always been a fantasy, something she’d read about in a sordid romance novel a long time ago. From that point on, she’d visualized the act with every lover since, not that there had been that many lovers to count.

  This was one of those magical nights. When the stars and planets aligned and enchanted events occurred. Sadly, she would probably never see the pair again after tonight. Her business arrangement could suffer for it, if not completely end. That gave her pause. The purchase of her work had given her immense satisfaction, not simply for the money. Someone out there had liked her work, enough to purchase it. And that had made her feel ten feet tall and bulletproof.

  She’d sensed the changes in her over the past few months. The shy, demure woman that she’d been just a few months ago was a thing of the past. Coming out of her shell had been freeing. Success was a drug, and she’d loved the feelings it gave her. Confidence was new to her, but it felt damned good. It was approaching in stages, slowly, but surely.

  Perhaps the art had only been bought because of its likeness to Gabriel. But the fact they’d seen her work and realized it was him was a huge compliment. And if the two had been able to see that, perhaps others would see something in her, too. She just had to put it out there for the world to see. This was her beginning. The two of them had started her journey, and she was not going to let the high go that fast.

  And there was no hard and fast rule that said sex with either of them would spell certain disaster for her fledgling art career. This was a chance in a million; she saw it for what it was. If she didn’t take this opportunity to seize the moment, it could never reappear. And she knew she’d regret it if she didn’t reach for what she wanted.

  But one thought kept coming to the fore. She wasn’t a seductress. She hadn’t even had sex in over two years. The champagne helped, but alcohol would only take her so far. She hoped she wouldn’t stumble through this whole operation and turn them both off.

  So far, so good.

  After the waiter brought out the last course, she raised the spoon to her lips and watched as both men leaned in toward the table, their eyes locked on her. Apparently, her reactions to the food excited them. They both braced for her response and she smiled inwardly, knowing she’d found a seductive tool, almost too late. She slipped the dollop into her mouth and let the flavors of the dessert rush over her tongue.

  Her eyes rolled back in her head as the cream slid down her throat, and she let out a low moan of pleasure. Opening back up to view them, she saw both men with lust covering their expressions. She licked the spoon, sticking her tongue out to catch the last bits of flavor. Another spoonful and she repeated the gesture, letting the utensil slowly glide off her shiny, red lips, which she licked for effect.

  Michel raised a hand to the waiter, who rushed over quickly. “Charge my account and have my car brought around.”

  Michel never took his eyes off Kadence as he spoke, again assuming his orders would be followed. The waiter nodded, rushing off as Kadence picked another helping of the dessert, and pushed it past her lips. A shiver ran down her spine. These men were ready for what came next. She had no clue what that would be, her limited experience bringing up a blank. “Leaving so soon?”

  “We’re all leaving.” Michel stood and moved to the back of her chair, pulling it out for her to stand. Gabriel stood and she noted he was nearly as tall as Michel. Between the two men, she felt dainty, petite, something a woman of her height rarely had t
he luxury to feel. “We can take you home.”

  Take me home? She didn’t want to go home. She wanted to do dirty, naughty things to these men. “What if I’m not ready to go home?”

  Chapter Four

  Michel paused as her words rolled around in his head a few times. She smiled at him and then looked to Gabriel, the wickedness in her gaze not lost on him. “Let’s just get you to the car.”

  He pressed a hand to the flat of her back and steered her through the tables to the door, the heat from her body seeping into his fingers. Gabriel was fast on their heels. They exited the restaurant and he ushered her through the opened limo door, his chauffeur at the ready. The driver turned and strode to the front with a nod of Michel’s head. Michel turned to Gabriel, needing to see where his friend’s thoughts were.

  “I’m not sure I’m prepared to share her. I’m the star of her nightly dreams. She’s mine.” Gabriel already sensed where Michel was heading.

  “She feels attraction toward me.”

  “No. Not this time. Not this woman.” Gabriel’s teeth clenched, his jaw tightening.

  “Let her decide which one of us she wants.”

  Michel watched the angry set of his friend’s shoulders as he leaned down to pass through to the backseat, getting between him and the woman. Closing the door, he moved to the other side of the car and entered so he would have equal opportunity to be near her. Once seated, his leg touched her left side, and the bump of her hip rubbed against his own as the car set forth in motion. Quiet filled the backseat, as if no one knew what to say, the silence thick.

  “You enjoyed dinner?” Michel had to end the stillness, turning to face Kadence. “The chef is good, no?”

  Her smile was timid, but slowly filled out more as she looked at him. “It was the best meal I’ve ever eaten. Thank you so much for inviting me.”

  She rested a hand on his thigh, a coy smile twisted on her lips, and he felt his cock thicken more. Swallowing deeply, he didn’t want to get too excited, but the stirrings of victory were already swirling through his body. When she looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes, he knew he’d been right about her.

  “I, of course, was the one who asked him to invite you here tonight. So I could meet the wonderful artist who created such masterpieces. I’m very happy you agreed.” The jealous note to Gabriel’s words set Michel’s jaw. He watched her turn from him and smile at Gabriel.

  “Green is not a good color on you, my friend,” Michel spat out, surprise filling him that he’d said the words aloud.

  “Nor, you, mi amigo.”

  “Wait? What is this?” Confusion laced Kadence’s words. She stiffened between them, and turned her head from side to side to look at them both.

  “It appears we are…rusty… when it comes to fighting over a woman, as it hasn’t happened in some time.” A very, very long time, indeed. Michel smiled at her, hoping their ineptitude wouldn’t scare her away.

  “Why fight? I think it’s obvious I’m interested in you both.”

  Her words made him smile again as he faced forward, letting the images of her curvaceous body slithering between both of theirs run through his head.

  “But, I am your fantasy. Were you shared in your dreams?” Gabriel was not happy about her statement, clear from his tone.

  “Well, there always was a sense of something else, hovering on the edge. I always felt—watched. Perhaps it was only my imagination, but a ménage has been a fantasy of mine. I supposed I’d hoped—to—fulfill it. Tonight.”

  Michel turned to her, loving her for being so bold, for declaring what she wanted. He reached over to clasp her chin in his hand. “I would be honored.”

  He lowered his head and captured her lips with his own, softly at first, gauging her desire. The kiss quickly became heated, her hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. She pulled him closer, and he slid his tongue along the seam of her mouth. Once she opened to him, he stormed in, tasting every inch of her he could. His hands slid around to her back and pulled her into his embrace.

  “My turn.” Gabriel reached in to pull her face toward his, stealing the next kiss. He was greedy, pulling her into his lap and sliding his hand under the edge of her cocktail dress.

  Not to be outdone, Michel slid to the floor, crouching on his knees before her. He pushed the dress to her waist, showing off the black lace lingerie she wore underneath. His fingers slid along the edges of her garters, his cock swelling further and growing incredibly hard. Lingerie on a woman was his weakness, and she was a woman of good taste. Drawing his fingers along the edges of her panties, he poked one just along the side and slid it through her wetness.

  She was hot and ready. He groaned with the satisfaction of her responsive body. Looking up, he saw that Gabriel had twisted her in his lap so she faced outward, her back to his front. He still kissed her, his hands lowering her dress to expose the matching black lace bra she wore. As Michel fell between her thighs to sample the flesh exposed near her panties, Gabriel gathered her buxom breasts in his hands, plumping the firm globes.

  Michel pulled her panties aside ever so slightly and tasted heaven.

  ****

  Gabriel looked down her body and watched Michel sample her. His blood thrummed in his ears, envy and sensuality warring inside him. Yes, they’d shared women before, but this one was different. She made him feel more than his numbed soul had in a long time. She was full of verve, and he wanted to bask in her glow. He couldn’t recall the last time anything had made him feel jealous. In fact, he couldn’t recall the last time anything had really made him feel at all. She had to be his and his alone.

  But she’d made her choice. And if this was the only way he’d have her, to share her with his best friend, then so be it. There was no way he would allow her to escape from his life, just because he was being obstinate.

  Gabriel watched Michel tasting her as he moved his mouth to her slender neck. He slid the demi cups of her bra down, exposing her rosy nipples. Tightly peaked, her breasts were beautiful, perfect for a man to feast upon. He slowly moved to lay her onto the seat and joined Michel on the floor so he could taste her as well.

  Lounging on the kid leather seat, she arched her body, a feline-esque movement of satisfaction. She was thoroughly enjoying their attentions and he found that he loved her responsiveness. Michel ripped her panties from her and she jerked, her closed eyes opening in surprise. She soon closed them as Michel sucked her clit into his mouth, his hands massaging the folds of her wet, pink pussy. Her cream coated the shaved lips of her sex, shining for both of them to see.

  Kissing her once more before moving to her breasts, he took a nipple deep into his mouth, suckling it thoroughly. She tasted of vanilla, the same scent he smelled upon her skin, and he grasped the globe and seized it ravenously. He wasn’t sure if the answering moan of delight was for him or the man betwixt her thighs.

  Her hand moved between his legs. She fondled him through his dress slacks, bringing a groan from his lips. She loosened the button and unzipped him, then reached between the layers of fabric to palm his length in her hot, little hand. He caught her eye as he tasted the other nipple, her hand firmly pulling along his erection.

  “You owe me satisfaction tonight.” Her husky words were music to his ears.

  “And why is that, querida?”

  “I’ve awoken frustrated and incomplete for two years. I deserve some fulfillment.”

  “Si, querida, that you do. And you will have it tonight, over and over again. As many times as your body will allow.”

  The car came to an abrupt stop and Gabriel felt like screaming to the heavens as the motor turned off. The chauffeur did not open the doors: he was too well trained. He’d been in Michel’s employ for over twenty years. He was bright, didn’t ask questions, his training too good. Both men rose and began to cover her body with her dress, moving her to a seated position.

  “Why are you stopping?” Her lower lip stuck out just enough to officially consider it
a pout. Gabriel smiled.

  “We’ve arrived at my penthouse. You need to be clothed in order to be very naked upstairs,” Michel answered.

  Gabriel zippered his pants and as Michel opened the door, the trio moved quickly from the car, through the lobby and into the elevator. Her lust-laden eyes bounced around the opulent foyer as Michel hit the button for his floor. Once inside, Michel typed a pass code into the numeric keyboard and off they went. The ride to the top floor was filled with more heated kisses and caresses. Gabriel felt like a teenager again, impatient both to get her inside and to get inside her.

  Chapter Five

  Once the car stopped on Michel’s floor, the door opened wide to an expansive marbled foyer and the most incredible windowscape of Manhattan Kadence had ever seen. Masterpieces graced the dark, rich, fabric-covered walls and the French antique tables were covered with pieces from throughout history. She almost felt as though she was in a museum, but there was a hominess that she wouldn’t find in a stuffy gallery.

  She was so out of her element with these two. They were rich, worldly. She was a small farm-town girl from Ohio who’d come to the big city to find her future. But tonight was about illusions. And fantasies. She’d pretend she fit into their world, have her fill, and walk away in the morning light. She’d hold on to these memories for the rest of her life.

  Before she could step too far into the space, a set of hands captured her hips and brought her against a hard cock. Dampness still coated her inner thighs, and she felt another swell of fluid at the reminder of where they’d left off.

  “Querida, you look so lovely in that dress, but I think it would look even better on the floor.” Gabriel’s whispered words caused a tremble to run down her spine. He reached for the edges of her dress and pulled it over her head. She lifted her arms to allow it and her wrists were captured above her head once the garment was gone.

  She stood there in just her garters, hose, and bra, the demi cups still lowered to expose her hardened peaks. Feeling more sensual in that moment than any other in her life, she arched her back, reveling in the sensation. Thoughts of self-consciousness whispered on the edges of her mind, but the champagne effectively kept it at bay. There was something incredibly dark and naughty about having her hands bound, and it excited her. Her nipples throbbed as he held her tight and a moan escaped her lips.