Laurent and the Beast (Kings of Hell MC 1)

“No!” Jordan whimpered after another slap. “I want your cock now. Give it to me, come on.”

“Yeah, you want it in your pussy?”—an even louder whack—“Or in your ass, you naughty girl? Huh? Tell me, or I’ll just fuck your mouth and leave you like this.”

Laurent’s ears were bleeding, but covering them was no use, because Knight and Jordan were too loud anyway, consumed by lust even though they’d argued just last night.

“You beast!” she laughed, and Laurent’s face scrunched at the notion of calling someone other than his Beast… well, a beast. “I’ll take that thick cock however you like it,” she lowered her voice but Laurent could still hear it.

Then, both were silent for the briefest moment before Jordan gave a shriek so loud Laurent almost rushed from behind the counter to help her, but a thumping of boots kept him frozen in place.

“You sneaky fucker,” Knight hissed. “Don’t you dare, I see where you are!”

“What the fuck! Doesn’t he understand people’s need for privacy?” cried Jordan as if she hadn’t just been loudly proclaiming her carnal needs in a place that was called a common room for good reason. If she so wanted privacy, she should have taken Knight somewhere else, especially since Knight wasn’t necessarily shy about having sex in public - something Laurent had accidentally found out when he walked in on Knight getting a blowjob from a guy in one of the corridors. Knight had actually winked at him then!

“I’m sorry Knight!” Jake yelled, his voice coming from somewhere outside. “I was just passing! I didn’t mean to look.”

How did Laurent get himself into this mess? All he wanted was some cookies.

Laurent peeked out from behind the counter right on time to see Knight haul Jake into the room through the window. Jake screamed out when he landed on the floor with a dull thud. The buckle of Knights open belt jingled when he stood over Jake, pulling the prospect up by the cut. Laurent would not swap places with Jake now. Knight was rarely unkind to Laurent, but despite his handsome face, he was a force to be reckoned with when angered.

And he was easily angered.

Knight punched Jake in the face so hard Laurent gasped and covered his mouth to dull the sound of it.

“You think you can perv on my girl, you bastard?” Knight yelled, with his fist balled and aimed at Jake, who desperately grasped at his own face.

Oh, no. Did this mean Laurent would also be the recipient of violence, were he found? Sure, Laurent was Beast’s boyfriend, and Beast was Knight’s best friend, but maybe it wouldn’t matter in the heat of the moment? Knight was an impulsive man, always eager for a fight the same way he seemed always eager for sex.

“No! That’s not it!” Jake grasped at Knight’s wrist when Knight pulled on Jake’s leather vest, hauling him over the floor, all the way to where Jordan was sitting with her skirt pulled back down.

“What is then? You better fuckin’ apologize for being a creeper!” Knight’s face was flushed, his long hair in disarray even more than usual, and his thick forearms were filled with tension as if ready to unleash fury.

“I’m sorry, Jordan,” Jake groaned, “but you know I’m gay,” he finished flatly.

Knight watched him for a few seconds, but then burst out laughing and harshly patted Jake’s cheek. “You perv! Just gotta ask me if you wanna see my dick.”

“Knight!” Jordan growled at him.

Knight rolled his eyes and turned around to face her, with poor Jake cuddled up under his powerful arm. “What? He’s not even a girl, and I gave up on all the girls for you. See? I’m making a fucking effort. What compromise have you made for me?” he said, pulling out a pack of tissues, which he handed Jake. The poor guy quickly pulled one out to deal with his bleeding nose.

Jordan crossed her arms on her chest, which was never a good sign. “Are you fucking kidding me? I put up with knowing you’re fucking guys, I put up with listening to your bullshit about finding some old skeleton, and you cancelling our date tonight because you’d rather go look at bones? That dude’s been dead two hundred years! He can wait!”

Jake shifted uncomfortably. “I… I should go,” he mumbled, pulling away from Knight.

Knight crossed his arms and moved his gaze from Jordan to Jake in such a demonstrative manner it had to be on purpose. “Prospect, meet me in the billiard room in three hours. Be there.”

A silly grin bloomed on Jake’s face but he yelped when Jordan got up and viciously smacked his head. “Don’t you dare be there!” she yelled.

“He doesn’t answer to you. He’s our prospect, he listens to me and the other members. You are only a girlfriend,” Knight said, pointing his finger at her.