My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

“I know you’re lying,” Knight said and walked out of the bathroom.

“I’m not,” Elliot whined, trying to make sense of the new perspective. He grinned at the sight of Knight’s ass. He could definitely make sense of that. “And you should have fed me if you think I’m too skinny.” He smiled even wider at the thought of getting to swallow Knight’s load every day. Though it was also true that he didn’t eat enough. If he stayed here for longer, that would definitely change because that fridge in the common room was full of everything. He’d already stuffed his face with tuna, pasta, bread, and Nutella before even going on the tour with Knight.

In a moment of courage, he dared to wrap his arms around Knight’s middle. The guy was so fucking strong. Carrying Elliot seemed like no effort for him, and Elliot might be bony, but he wasn’t short.

Knight chuckled, and his warm hand wandered up the back of Elliot’s thigh, all the way to his buttock. “If you show me how much you want to drink my cum.” He bent over and rolled Elliot onto the huge bed with the softest of pillows. Behind the headboard was a map of the world, with golden pins and comments added with markers, but he could hardly focus on decor when the most amazing hunk was after him.

The way Knight had touched his ass was still a ghostly presence. Elliot was a bit nervous about his body being so different from Knight’s, but if Knight brought him into bed, he couldn’t mind it too much.

“Seriously? I barely have a gag reflex. What else can you want?” He smiled, tired and achy all over, yet happier than as he’d been in ages. Knight’s fingers on his cock had been the highlight of the evening.

Wait.

No.

Only now he remembered that they’d actually summoned William Fane’s ghost tonight, so that surely had to be the ‘highlight’? Then again Knight was alive, beautiful, and right in front of Elliot with his cocky smile and big ego. Flexing his muscles as he stretched over the bed in all his naked glory.

God, he was perfect.

Knight grinned and rummaged through the bedside table. A pack of five chocolate bars flew Elliot’s way. “You’re also nosy, annoying, and just last month you assumed I can’t read,” he said with humor in his voice.

Elliot arched his head back and rubbed his Adam’s apple. “But this throat though, right?”

Knight slowly rolled his head to look at him, and the way the thick hair cushioned his cheek was among the most beautiful things ever. “It is a good throat. Might need more test rides though,” he said, winking.

Elliot bit into the first chocolate bar he opened and rolled over to his stomach, watching Knight discreetly to see if his gaze would be drawn to Elliot’s ass.

Yep. It definitely was.

“I wouldn’t want it to get rusty, you know.” Elliot was sleepy after his orgasm, but also too elated over being in Knight’s bed to fall asleep just yet. Or to be kicked out to his room, if that were to be the case. “You on the other hand… You don’t kiss guys, but you’re open about fucking one in front of Beast. And then, do you often do guys? Or… how is it with you? I’m gay, by the way, if it wasn’t painfully obvious from my videos.”

Knight shrugged, and while the silly grin was off his face, he seemed contemplative rather than displeased. “Most of the guys in the club fuck men from time to time. The Kings of Hell stand for absolute freedom, and if you feel like getting your dick sucked by a guy, society shouldn’t stop you.”

“And do you… do other stuff with guys too?” Anal. You should have just said ‘anal’. Why was he so shy all of a sudden after all they’ve done already?

Knight rubbed his chest absentmindedly. “I’m bi. I do guys all the time.”

So he just didn’t kiss. “Do you ever have girlfriends?” Which was a mild way to try and approach the topic of relationships, but if Knight ‘didn’t kiss guys’, Elliot somehow doubted Knight ever had boyfriends.

The handsome face stretched into a grin. “Yeah. I love to spoil my girls. Although, to be fair, the last one turned out to be such a bitch I’m a bit sick of relationships. Beast thinks I should aim for a different kind of girl, but can’t help what attracts me, you know. Princesses with perfect hair and makeup. But they always want more and more.”

Elliot smiled and made a mental note to never seem like he wanted more, even though he already did. “I guess you deserve the best.”

Knight laughed. “Yeah. I guess I do. But you also deserve better than that scumbag who almost murdered you today.”