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

by K. A. Merikan

  When Elliot reached back to stroke Knight’s hip, even his fingers were finally warm.

  Knight came when the digits curled on his hip, wishing for even more contact. The final thrusts were slow and to the point, ensuring no drop of Knight’s cum would be wasted.

  Every moan whimpered made Knight dizzy with excitement when he imagined it was Elliot’s response to getting soaked with Knight’s spunk. Energy drained out of him so suddenly that for a moment he just rested his entire weight on top of Elliot and breathed the salty breeze of his sweat. The puffy jacket rubbed against Knight’s neck, but anything even vaguely connected to Elliot was getting Knight excited at this point.

  With a low exhale, Knight’s hand found Elliot’s and closed around it. “Did you come, babe?”

  “Almost there,” came in that sexy, raspy voice. “Fuck. Your dick feels so good inside me.”

  “It’s not going away,” muttered Knight and grabbed Elliot’s hip. He rolled to his side, careful to keep them joined as he exposed Elliot’s cock. The sweaty black hair tickled his face as he leaned in, licking along Elliot’s cheekbone.

  Elliot gasped when they changed position, his rock-hard cock bobbing against the messy clothes. Knight wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing the hot flesh slightly. It was his to touch. He’d have Elliot begging for more as soon as he was done.

  “Feel any different?” Knight asked, rubbing Eliot’s prick in steady strokes.

  “Yes. It’s a tighter fit when we’re on our sides.” Elliot kept stirring on Knight’s cock, but never pulling away too much. If Knight hadn’t just come, he’d be getting hard all over again from the sexy wiggling against his groin.

  Knight grinned and lay his face against Elliot’s as he twisted his fingers around the painfully hard cock. “I didn’t use a rubber.”

  Elliot stilled, and his asshole tightened around Knight’s softening dick. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he whined and his cock twitched in Knight’s hand. “Is it all inside me?” he asked, but it sounded like pleading.

  “All of it. No drop lost,” Knight whispered, pulling himself up just enough to reach Elliot’s open lips with the tip of his tongue. Sweet breath caressed his lips, and he went in for a quick kiss. “I bet there’s so much of it we’ll have to stay here a bit longer until it all drizzles out of you.”

  Elliot closed his eye and thrust his hips into Knight’s hand to the rhythm of Knight jerking him off. He came seconds later, shooting his spunk over Knight’s hand and the dusty covers. His dick was such a pretty sight when dripping cum all over like evidence of just how hot he was for Knight. And even though Knight wasn’t all that hard anymore, Elliot’s ass throbbing around him sent a shiver of lazy pleasure down his spine.

  “Feels good, right?” he whispered, even though he knew Elliot had been too excited by the sex to notice the lack of protection. Knight pulled him even closer, letting the cum cool on his fingers.

  “It does,” Elliot arched his neck back to nuzzle Knight’s ear. “I know it’s dumb, but it’s such a turn on that you leave something in me.”

  “Not going anywhere. I mean, I am going away, but I’ll take you with me.” Knight grinned and kissed Elliot’s neck, completely satisfied. “You’ll be the property of the Vice President. How do you like that?”

  Elliot looked back at him with the same awe Knight couldn’t wait to be showered with every day. “You got your patch back? I love it, Knight! I’m so happy for you. I’ll be a patch slut all the way.”

  Knight laughed and slapped Elliot’s buttock. “Hope it’s gonna be only for my patch, you little tramp.”

  Elliot grinned so widely he could outshine the sun. “You gotta get me those property patches soon then.”

  Knight loved this. He never thought he would, but now that he had a boy of his own, one who was so completely dedicated to him and who so clearly needed him, he had absolutely no regrets about his decision. “You just wait. I do everything with a bang.”

  “Knight? You have to tell me what you made the pact for. I want to help however I can, seriously.” Elliot slipped his hand into Knight’s.

  The sudden change of topic made Knight stiffen a little, but he knew that if he were to spend his life with Elliot, then it was necessary to tell him the truth. Slowly, he pulled his softening cock out of the tight ass and flipped his lover, so that he could look into his eyes with ease. “Nothing that bad. I have to do this thing for him every month.”

  Elliot nuzzled Knight’s cheek and instantly entwined his arms and legs with Knight. “What thing?”

  There was something so incredibly intimate about this conversation, with their pants lowered and their bare skin covered in goose bumps from the cold, that Knight couldn’t stop himself from kissing his lover again. And again. He pressed their foreheads together and cupped Elliot’s jaw.

  “Well, first thing is I need to bury a few stones around town. And then every new moon I need to get in a fight and get another person’s blood on my sigils. Only short trips out of Brecon from now on,” he said, laughing, even though it was a scary thing to imagine, regardless of what he’d been telling himself all night. What if he took Elliot to La Rochelle, to visit the homeland of the Merciers, and for some reason the plane back didn’t fly out on time? Consequences could be dire, both for him and Elliot.

  Elliot nodded, watching Knight intently. “Can I help you bury the stones? What are they?”

  “I have no fucking idea, and it doesn’t really matter. It serves the purpose, right? They’re a bit weird. You’ll see when we bury them.”

  Elliot pulled Knight’s hand up and kissed his knuckles. “I will do everything I can to help. I could have died because of Fane, but you were there for me.”

  Knight sighed and kissed Elliot’s forehead, just enjoying the sensation of lying together in a heap of limbs, with his cum inside Elliot’s body, as nature intended. “Of course. I will always be there for you.”

  A noise from outside that sounded like a large metal item falling over took them out of their amorous mood. Laurent’s voice was coming loud and clear from behind the window.

  “I’m just waiting for a friend, sir. You needn’t pay me any mind.”

  “Aw, he sounds like people in the theatre,” said a male voice, only to be cut off by another.

  “As if you’d ever been to a theatre.”

  “I saw fragments on TV!”

  Knight looked down at Elliot and smirked. Laurent definitely wasn’t equipped to deal with some of the local residents.

  “You’re not fooling me. You’re filming something here. Where’s the cameras, huh?”

  “There is definitely no filming to be had. This is a misunderstanding,” Laurent went on.

  Elliot giggled and only hugged Knight closer. “We should go help him.”

  “He deserves it for trying to stand between you and me,” Knight said, but after yet another smooch he slowly pulled himself up, fighting against the laziness in his muscles.

  The man outside went on. “I don’t want any TV here! Go do your play, or whatever, elsewhere.”

  “Yes, I will be leaving soon. Do you by any chance know of my boyfriend, Beast of the Kings of Hell Motorcycle Club? He will vouch for me as soon as he arrives.”

  “You’re a homo?” snapped one of the voices, and that was Knight’s clue to intervene.

  He pulled his jeans up and went outside with the zipper still open and hair in a mess.

  “Does someone here have a problem with my cousin?” he asked, and two overgrown kids looked at him in surprise.

  “Mercier,” said the taller one, wrinkling his freckly nose.

  “That’s the spirit. Now get lost.”

  Laurent made a miserable face at Knight and moved closer. There. So he did know what was good for him.

  The two teens looked at each other, clearly torn between boyish bravado and a healthy sense of self-preservation. They were probably thinking that there were two of them against Knight and Laurent but also knew
well who Knight was. Wisely, they finally left, after spitting into the snow.

  How very brave.

  Laurent wrapped his arms around himself. “Their actions were so very uncalled for.”

  Despite his earlier annoyance with Laurent, Knight patted him on the back. “You’re safe with me.”

  Knight wasn’t a boy anymore to harbor silly grudges. He was a man who respected his commitments. He had responsibilities to his family and his club as VP, and making sure his prez’s property was safe was one of them. It sure as hell didn’t mean he wouldn’t be having any fun in the future, but when Elliot stumbled out of the trailer looking around with an uncertain expression, Knight knew which duties came first.

  “It’s all good,” he said to Elliot with a smile, and pride swelled in his chest.

  Chapter 34

  “And that’s how I lost my eye, met the ghost of William Fane, decided to change my name, and got a boyfriend in the process,” Elliot said with a deep exhale, looking into the camera Knight was holding.

  The story he prepared for his new Youtube channel couldn’t contain the whole truth about everything that happened, but it was close enough.

  The Count was dead, Mr. Mercier was born. And even though he hadn’t changed his name just yet, Elliot couldn’t wait to do so. Sharing one surname would make them belong together with Knight even more. He’d also decided to keep his eyepatch for now, because apart from the loss of an eye, the scars around it were still fresh and ugly even if Knight told him every day that they weren’t.

  It seemed Knight found little flaw in him, and he went out of his way to assure Elliot he wasn’t plain. Maybe one day Elliot would actually believe him. For now, it was enough that he was accepted and loved the way he was.

  Originally, Elliot had wanted Knight to appear in the new introductory video alongside him, but they eventually decided against it because of Knight’s other activities—namely those related to the Kings of Hell. But what mattered most was that he was there to help and even advised Elliot regarding the script. All in all, the recording had been a positive experience, especially that they’d built a small set in one of the empty rooms, decorated with secondhand furniture that fit the style of Elliot’s new show. It was such a change to Elliot’s formerly miserable life that he still felt like he was dreaming.

  “Do we keep the flirting in the video?” Knight asked, switching off the camera.

  “I mean… it could drive traffic. And we can cut out the dirty bits. You really do forget other people are listening, don’t you?”

  Elliot loosened the slim black tie that was a staple of his new style. He stuck to black for the most part, but after years of living in that dumpster of a trailer, it felt special to reinvent himself as someone more sophisticated and elegant.

  Knight grinned and called him over with a gesture. “I don’t mind the dirty bits as long as I’m not on screen. It’s about what you want your channel to be.”

  Elliot rushed over with a smile and hugged him tightly. “I will have to assess every dirty joke on an individual basis.”

  Knight hauled him into his lap in one powerful move. Being handled like this always took Elliot’s breath away. Knight gave him one kiss. Then another, as if he couldn’t get enough of Elliot’s lips. “Travis is a naughty boyfriend.”

  “And I’d like to keep him that way. I want everyone to know just how desired I am.” Elliot wrapped his arms around Knight’s neck. He’d never believed someone would reciprocate the intensity of his own feelings. For years, his heart had been a black hole, and now it was a supernova, stuck forever in that moment of brightness before death.

  Knight hummed and rubbed Elliot’s shoulders. “You are. Joker wants a go at you, and he had the audacity to ask me. I think we should give him a show at the next party.”

  “A show of what he can’t have?” Elliot grinned wider, happy to hear that Knight was getting a signal someone else liked Elliot too. There was nothing wrong with a bit of jealousy to spice up almost-married life.

  Knight pushed his long hair back, and then stood up, placing Elliot back on the floor. “It goes both ways. You can’t fuck around either, smartass.”

  Elliot slid his hands to Knight’s ass and squeezed. “All mine.”

  Knight licked his lips, somewhat flustered, but he put his arm around Elliot and led him out of the room and toward the garages. “Anyway, you remember you promised to help me out with the stones?”

  Elliot instantly got more serious. “Yeah. Totally. I can go whenever you need.”

  Knight snorted, leading the way into a narrow staircase that would take them to one of the small exits. “Come on, we just need to put them into the dirt. It’s not that serious.”

  Elliot looked back at the woman in the hospital gown who started following them a while ago. “Do you see her?”

  Knight looked back. “Yeah. She keeps flashing me whenever I’m alone.”

  Elliot frowned and looked back again. “Seriously? Go and fuck King, because he won’t be there for much longer!”

  The woman disappeared, walking into a wall. The fact that they both now saw the ghosts tied to the clubhouse was yet another thing that made Elliot feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Some of them were creepy as fuck, but they couldn’t hurt anyone, and their presence was something he only shared with Knight.

  “Yeah, that will be awkward. I mean, he tried to kill Beast, but he also treated me well when I was a kid. Hard choices, Elliot,” Knight said, pushing on the door and walking into the crisp air outside. The garage was just a few paces away.

  Elliot grabbed his hand and ran his fingertips over the permanently warm sigil. “And only you have the power to make them.”

  Knight smirked and stuffed his hand down Elliot’s back pocket, squeezing his ass as they entered the garage. “Very true. Here’s another hard decision. We decided to use your car for parts.”

  Elliot stalled. He wasn’t particularly emotionally connected to his car, but it was a vehicle in which he could drive around, and the area around Brecon wasn’t exactly a public transport hub. “Oh. I… I still can’t drive and all that, but I might in a month or so. Is there… something cheap I can get for the parts money?”

  Knight snorted and led the way to the other end of the garage where most of the cars were kept. “You’ve got to be joking if you think I’m gonna let you drive some piece of junk that’s gonna fail you in the worst possible situation. You need something stable, with a firm frame, so that you’re safer if an accident happens. This one has barely been used. I had it restored too,” Knight said, gently pushing Eliot toward the pink Corvette, the same one Knight drove on the night when he’d saved Elliot from Martin. “It’s yours.”

  Elliot’s lips parted, and his body instantly covered in cold sweat. What did one say to such a conflicting gift? Sure, it was amazing to get a car, and such a glamorous one at that, but… it was pink. Ridiculously pink. He smiled up at Knight, trying to keep his cool. “For real?” Maybe if in a few months his channel got more popular he could get it repainted? Maybe he could cover the shocking bodywork with mud for now?

  Knight frowned. “Elliot?”

  “Yes?” Elliot kept the smile plastered to his face.

  “What color would you like me to repaint it to?”

  Elliot exhaled with such relief it felt as if his lungs collapsed. “Oh, my fucking God! I thought you wanted me to drive around in a pink car! I mean, okay, whatever, it’s a quality car, but that wouldn’t be my style. Black, please?” He wrapped his arms around Knight’s waist.

  Knight laughed so loudly it echoed throughout the whole garage. “That’s fucking precious. You thought I’d have you drive a girly car?” he asked and pulled Elliot to the passenger door, which he opened for him.

  Elliot got in with a wide smile. “You might have not thought about it. And I can imagine some guy liking a pink car, but… yeah, that guy’s not me.”

  Knight sighed and closed the door before taking the seat next to E
lliot. He clearly didn’t feel self-conscious about driving a pink car once in a while. “We can go out for dinner after we’re done with the stones. How about that?” he asked, slowly pulling out of his parking space.

  “Sign me up. Knight… with all the ways you’re supporting me, I feel awkward about asking this, but would you be able to lend me some money? Just for a bit.”

  Knight’s brows rose, but he watched the road as he drove between the trees. “Err, do I need to know what for? Are you in trouble?”

  Elliot shook his head. “No! I just… I wanted to cover the Fane portrait tattoo, and I don’t wanna wait forever to do it. I hate that it’s still there.”

  Knight rubbed Elliot’s thigh. “Sure thing. Don’t you worry about it. I can make an appointment with the best guy around. He did my chest.”

  “Really? That would be great!” Elliot stirred in the seat with excitement. “I thought I could try and cover him in armor…” Would Knight get the reference?

  The skin around Knight’s visible eye crinkled, and he briefly looked at Elliot with a joyful smile. “Should I get a count then?”

  “No! I’m not the Count anymore. You could add a line in your Family tree though…”

  Knight groaned and hit the back of his head against the seat. “Damn it. I forgot about that. The family tree on my back is fucked up too. Will this never end?” he complained, but just as they were about to leave the property, Elliot noticed a figure between the trees. It was the Native American ghost he’d seen several times before. As always, he said nothing, just looked at their vehicle until his image dispersed in the backdrop of snow.

  “You’ll always be a Mercier to me.” Elliot squeezed Knight’s hand. He wouldn’t say it to Knight’s face, but the tattoos covering Knight’s body always made him think that they were somehow more connected. That before they even met, Elliot had been already meant to be deep under Knight’s skin.