My Dark Knight (gay biker romance) (Kings of Hell MC Book 2)

by K. A. Merikan

  Beast bared his teeth. “That’s one fucking sob story if I’ve ever heard one. I will not see you rotting in prison if he has a change of heart next month and decides to go crying to the police. Listen, I know you wouldn’t have the heart to make him understand he needs to stay silent, but Gray can do it.”

  Knight’s entire body stiffened, and his eyes darted toward Gray, who stared at him, as calm as he always was.

  When Gray spoke, his smooth voice was soothing, even though it spoke of terrible things. “It might be for the best, Knight. I’m not gonna leave him permanently scarred. All you need to do is to lead him to my workroom so that he doesn’t make a fuss. We’ll let him go eventually.”

  Knight’s gaze darted between Gray and Beast, and he immediately remembered that moment in the cabin when Elliot pushed into his arms, so trusting that pain and humiliation were now over. That he would be safe with Knight. His lips were the sweetest reward Knight could have gotten. And now his own brothers demanded he broke such trust? Considering Elliot’s record he would have still crawled back to Knight’s feet like a kicked puppy, but that was not how Knight did things.

  “Are you fucking joking? I didn’t save his life tonight to have him tortured!”

  Beast spread his arms aggressively. “How can we fucking know he won’t rat on you? That guy is unpredictable!”

  Gray nodded. “It’s not pretty, Knight, I agree, but he is not trustworthy. A compulsive liar who makes your family look bad on the Internet. Hadn’t you been saying this for months?”

  So he’s been actually listening. Fuck.

  Knight gritted his teeth. He did say all that, but that was before he and Elliot actually got to know each other. “That’s different. Arguing about history is not the same as ratting out the man who saved your life.”

  “How do you know? You don’t really know him,” Beast interjected, narrowing his eyes.

  Knight huffed. “Because it’s already happened to him before. I heard that scumbag say he killed Elliot’s father. And Elliot never told anyone.”

  That made Beast stop in his tracks, and he cocked his head to the side. “Say what?”

  Even Gray’s eyebrows rose.

  Knight swallowed. “I overheard it through the window. He never ratted out that motherfucker. He can keep his mouth shut when it counts. And if you put your hands on him, you and I will have a problem.”

  Beast grunted in displeasure, but Knight had known him long enough to recognize that it was also a sound of acknowledgment. “Fine. But we have so much cargo in the safes now that we can’t afford to have cops sniffing around the clubhouse. If he talks, you will be the one dealing with him. And there will be no excuses and no second chances. You will personally silence him. Understood?”

  The for good was silent, and hearing Beast talk this way made Knight look to the tips of his boots. He understood that being the prez meant making difficult decisions sometimes, but it still made him uncomfortable to be stuck between his best friend and the guy whose life he felt responsible for.

  “Clear as day.”

  “Can I go?” Gray asked, and when Beast nodded, he walked past Knight, glancing at him in that unsettling way. As much as Knight liked spending his time with Gray, now he was more than glad to hear the door shut behind him.

  A teeth-hurting scraping came from the bathroom and Knight covered his ears with a wince. “The fuck?”

  Beast turned to the corridor. “We’re fine! We don’t need any more help!”

  Knight stared at him, suddenly realizing what it was. Beast didn’t act at all surprised to hear the demon reminding them of his presence. A chill went straight through him like an icy bolt of lightning. “Does he do that often?”

  Beast swallowed and looked up with his jaw set. “All the fucking time.”

  Knight bit his lip, desperate to lighten the mood. “Even at night? When you go take a piss?”

  “For fuck’s sake,“ hissed Beast, but his mouth curved into a smile he couldn’t stop. “Shut up, you asshole. It’s not funny. He keeps offering shit, and we’re busy with booze, sex, and parties as it is. I don’t need any more infernal gifts, since they come with strings that feel like nooses.”

  Knight nodded, certain they would speak of this more comfortably another time, away from the house, where the demon couldn’t overhear them. “Your man is lonely downstairs. I bet he hopes you’ll join him soon.”

  Beast frowned. “Laurent’s at the orgy?”

  “Maybe he wants some inspiration. It’s been a few months, right?” he asked, grinning.

  Beast walked up to him and shoved his arm in passing, but the true anger was gone. “Shut it you bastard. I haven’t even taught him half the things I know.”

  Knight laughed and followed Beast’s lead, walking out into the corridor. “Who knows, maybe he also wants to surprise you?”

  “He’d need to watch much more porn than he does for that.” Beast locked the door behind them. They continued with the back and forth teasing until they reached the party, which had gotten bigger and wilder since Knight left. There was a gangbang going on in one of the corners, and Knight stood in place, staring at the intense action happening in the red glow. He didn’t even realize when Beast left his side to join Laurent by a cozy table.

  Elliot hadn’t noticed Knight yet, sitting in a corner and talking to Nao over a blue-hued drink.

  There was someone else though who most certainly took interest in Knight’s appearance. Slim arms wrapped around Knight’s waist, and the red and gold manicure told him it was Star.

  “You’ve been saving yourself? You missed my show.”

  He turned around, and his hands instinctively settled on her waist. It was so tiny he was close to touching his middle fingers as he held her this way. “I’m sorry, baby. Needed to deal with some shit for a concert next week. Maybe you could make an exception and give me a private performance?”

  Star’s lips curled into a smile. “But only this one time.”

  Chapter 14

  Elliot was slowly becoming sure that there was no one in existence more perfect than Knight. There was William Fane of course, but he was dead, so it was hard to consider him a contender for Elliot’s heart.

  Elliot had many worries about Knight’s interest and intentions, but tonight they all dispersed. Maybe Knight didn’t know it yet, but they shared much more than random blowjobs. Knight was willing to kill for Elliot. He looked out for Elliot enough to follow him when instincts told him so, even when that was inconvenient, and he was willing to break his own rules. Which meant kissing. And a lot of it. Elliot was ready to kiss that gorgeous face all over, all night and all day.

  “Do you see anyone interesting?” Nao asked, wiggling her eyebrows. She was wearing a fishnet tunic and only skimpy black panties underneath, but Elliot wasn’t uncomfortable with seeing her breasts. They were just there. She’d found him after riding Joker’s dick for fifteen minutes, so he supposed it was her time to cool off with a cocktail.

  Elliot looked back to the crowd just for her benefit, but he knew there was only one man he wanted. The guy whose blood-tasting lips he’d sucked on just two hours ago. He wished so bad to have Knight inside him, to connect with him in that animalistic way.

  He was about to say that no one was catching his interest, but then he noticed that Knight was back. Beast shot Elliot a warning glare on his way to the table at which Laurent sat, but Elliot just pretended it didn’t happen.

  “I can see something I like,” he said, looking back to Knight, but then frowned when he saw the same fucking stripper as before putting her hands around Knight and smiling at him with her perfect teeth. Elliot was ready to rip every single one of them out of her fucking head. She’d only come here today for the first time, so why would she deserve Knight’s attention?

  “Ah, I get that. He’s great in bed,” Nao said and sipped some of her drink.

  Elliot bit back a groan. Of course she’d slept with him. From what Elliot had gathered so f
ar, Knight was a total slut. Well, Elliot was no virgin either, and he knew what he wanted, so when he saw the stripper pulling Knight’s face down for a kiss, it was high time to act.

  “He is,” Elliot answered absentmindedly, but he already had tunnel vision and started walking toward Knight.

  Maybe he was no predator, but he could definitely try being a snake charmer. He didn’t have to go sulking, like last time. Knight cared for him. They had a connection much stronger than Knight could ever have with some girl with pretty hair. They were probably extensions anyway.

  Knight was now sitting with the stripper on the sofa. Both had their eyes closed as they kissed, but his hand already found its way to her breast and was squeezing it in the lusty way Elliot wanted to be held in Knight’s arms.

  Elliot’s vision went white with rage, but he was determined this time. On his way, he pulled off his sweater and hung it over the back of the sofa before dropping into the vacant seat on Knight’s side. Infuriatingly enough, Knight didn’t even notice him, too engulfed in eating the girl’s face right next to Elliot.

  Enough was fucking enough.

  Elliot kneeled in his seat and as soon as Knight came up for breath from the kiss, Elliot pulled on his jaw and turned the handsome, flushed face his way.

  Knight’s long hair brushed against the inside of his wrist, and in the sensual light, among the bodies twisting together, their connection was once again painfully obvious. Knight blinked, surprised at the sight of Elliot but he didn’t back away and closed his eyes, pressing their lips together.

  Elliot put both hands on Knight’s jaw and kept him in place for a deepening kiss that made Elliot close his eyes.

  “Seriously?” the stripper said but Elliot only slid closer, and then into Knight’s lap, pushing her away with his knee.

  Hell yes, seriously. Now, fuck off.

  Knight groaned, and when both his arms embraced Elliot, it was clear who won the battle over Knight.

  The girl didn’t argue and just left them alone with a huff. Elliot didn’t care if she lived or died. All that counted was that his fingers were in Knight’s long hair and that their lips rubbed together so softly and gently his entire body was quivering. Knight hadn’t shaved today. His skin scraped against Elliot’s chin, and it was among the most amazing sensations in the world.

  He could hardly remember ever feeling this accepted. Sure, he’d had men lust after him before, since guys were generally horny, but with Knight he felt like he’d found his place. Knight had come to his rescue both when Elliot pleaded for it, and when he hadn’t expected it.

  He was The One.

  Elliot toyed with the long dark hair and enjoyed the way their tongues fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Sitting in Knight’s lap was turning him on already, and he hoped that they could seal the deal tonight. It could happen however Knight wished. Elliot could ride him, Knight could fuck him doggy style, by the wall, or on the table. Knight could have him however he wanted, whenever, anywhere.

  Knight’s hands were big and so easily cupped Elliot’s ass when they rolled lower down his back, triggering an explosion of heat deep within Elliot’s body. Unable to help himself, Elliot rocked his hips, pushing his tongue deeper into Knight’s mouth where it was met with further caresses and gentle sucking. Knight groaned and squeezed Elliot’s ass tightly.

  Elliot wouldn’t dare suggest it, but he dreamed to have that handsome face between his legs and sucking him off one day. He was very much a bottom himself, but a big guy sucking his cock was something he’d always enjoyed.

  He moaned into Knight’s lips, wanting to shower him with excitement. A sudden nip to his lips had Elliot leaning back, and when he met Knight’s gaze, something inside him flared up. He would do anything Knight wanted. Anything.

  Bathed in shadow and red light that also played in Knight’s long hair, Knight looked like a wild man who wouldn’t stop in his pursuit of pleasure, no matter what. Breathless, Elliot just stared back at him, but when Knight’s hands squeezed his ass tighter, and his firm thighs flexed under Elliot, the only option was to hold on.

  Knight stood up with Elliot hanging off him, strong enough to carry a man with ease, bold enough to kiss Elliot in public. There was no compromise in Knight’s life, and Elliot wouldn’t compromise either. He would have Knight, and he would become the only person Knight had eyes for.

  Tonight, they’d already shared an unspeakable secret. Another one lay low in the basement of this house, and in a sense that one was even better because only the two of them in the whole world knew about it.

  His back flared with heat, so they must have approached the blazing fireplace, but then the world flipped and they landed together in a heap of fur throws. It was as if they were all alone, in a cabin in the woods, about to fuck on a bear rug in front of a fire. All that was missing was a saxophone solo.

  Fortunately, there was none of that, just some ambient music in the background and the moans of other people.

  But the others didn’t exist in Elliot’s world anymore. Knight looked at him from above, and his hair sliding down the muscular arm to brush against Elliot’s cheek was one of the best things that ever happened to anyone. Knight’s eyes, grey as a stormy sky, pinned Elliot to the throws as if Knight were a Viking about to ravage his bride. The scent of burning wood only enforced that fantasy, and Elliot whimpered when his lover stretched and pulled off his top to expose that perfect chest.

  “Fuck yes,” Elliot whispered in awe.

  He’d never fucked in public. Most of his exes or hookups were closet cases, and Elliot just took it in stride. But with Knight he could be public. He didn’t care others would see Elliot naked, or being fucked. He wanted it even just so they could see Knight chose him. And as long as no one touched Knight either, they could ogle him all they wanted.

  Knight licked his lips, immediately proceeding to unbuckle his belt. He didn’t have to say anything. The raw lust on his face was like an order to Elliot, who mirrored Knight’s moves and reached down to unzip his pants, joyfully accepting the tickle of artificial fur on bare skin.

  Elliot arched his body to steal one more kiss from Knight’s lips, but as soon as he was butt naked, trying not to think about all the people in the warm room, he turned around, looking over his shoulder. He wanted Knight on top of him, body to body with not an inch of space to spare.

  Knight chewed on his lips and suddenly lunged, his body hovering inches above Elliot’s. Elliot let out a yelp of excitement, and his entire body relaxed the moment he felt Knight’s body heat against the backs of his thighs. The fire blew warm air into his face, the furs were there to save the skin on his knees from getting chafed, but Knight getting so painfully close to entering him was making Elliot tremble with sheer excitement.

  Was there lube around? There had to be. But Elliot would take Knight bare and raw any day. He didn’t even care if it would hurt. “I want you inside me,” he whispered over his shoulder, already hard against the fur, and he spread his thighs to make the point clearer.

  Knight slid tighter against him, and their bodies slotted together as if they were meant to be that way. Knight’s dick curved against Elliot’s lower spine, as if longing to fill the gaps left behind by cruel men who could never compete with Knight.

  The smooth hair tickled Elliot again, teasing his shoulder blade as Knight rested his spiky chin on Elliot’s shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you here. Everyone will see you’re my eager slut,” he whispered and nipped on Elliot’s ear, causing shivers of excitement to dance down Elliot’s stomach.

  Elliot whimpered, his face now heating up from more than just the fire. He wanted what Knight was offering. And he actually wanted Jake to see it. See that there was one man Knight kissed, and that Knight was all over Elliot when Jake was stuck disposing of a body.

  Boo-fucking-hoo.

  “Yes, please,” Elliot said in a hushed voice, and his hole twitched at the sound of Knight’s voice. It’s been too long. He couldn’t wait fo
r Knight to turn him into goo and use him any way he liked.

  Knight flashed him a smile so full of excitement it was already melting Elliot on the inside. It made him feel special the same way the kisses had, and now everyone would know Elliot was there to stay.

  Knight swatted the side of his thigh unexpectedly, and the slight burn spread over Elliot’s flesh, only making him rock his hips back. He could hardly wait. He would offer himself up to his beautiful barbarian on soft furs with several dozen people as witnesses.

  Knight’s lips sliding toward his mouth quieted down all his thoughts, and Elliot turned his head back, not caring for the pain in his nape. Once they connected, he played with Knight’s tongue, rocked by a slow rhythm as Knight rubbed off against him dry.

  Every time that rock hard erection pressed against Elliot’s buttock, a new wave of arousal streamed down his body. But when Knight’s lube-slicked fingers found the way to Elliot’s ass, a moan was all Elliot could muster. Right into Knight’s lips.

  The thick digits spread the lube and Knight pressed his fingertips against Elliot’s hole insistently, making Elliot’s knees tremble each time. Elliot was so ready for this, his whole body begged for more touch.

  When Knight lowered his face to Elliot’s neck, sniffing him loudly and kissing his throat, Elliot couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Push them in. Please.” He glanced back to once more take the glorious landscape of Knight’s arms and back. Behind him were masses of red-hued maggots that meant nothing despite their beauty. It was just him and Knight now.

  Knight hummed against Elliot’s neck and bit into the sensitive flesh in the same moment two slick fingers entered Elliot’s ass. They slid in all the way to the knuckle and instead of satisfying him, they only triggered a deeper longing, as if the only thing that could ever fill the void inside Elliot was Knight’s dick.

  Elliot’s toes curled, and he arched his ass for more friction. If anyone really was watching instead of minding their own business, they really would think he was wanton. Possessed by Knight, he was happily giving up his body to bites, kisses, and fucking. His hole accepted the thick fingers gladly, even if there was a slight sting to the sudden penetration.