My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

Motionless.

Dead.

Knight heaved as he watched the body without remorse. He hadn’t entered with the intention of ending that fucker’s life, but there were fucking limits, and this cunt broke them the moment he’d mentioned Knight’s mother.

A sob made Knight’s attention shift to the wall where Elliot was curled up into a ball, his hair wet, and one eye closed while the other watched the carnage left behind by the fight.

Still breathless, Knight was slowly coming back to his senses, and only now realized that he was still holding the bloodied hammer in his right hand. He forced his fingers to uncurl, and the tool landed on the floor with a loud bang. Tangy blood was all over and inside his aching lips, and only now that they were safe he could sense pain radiating all over his body. But as he moved his limbs, it didn’t seem anything was broken during the confrontation.

“Elliot?” he slurred through his beaten lips and approached the sorry figure.

Elliot took a few deep breaths, looking around the room until his eyes settled on the corpse. He pulled himself up by the windowsill and his features went slack. “Are you okay?” he finally choked out, taking a step toward Knight. One of his eyes was pink from a broken blood vessel, and that made Knight so angry he wished he could revive Martin and kill him all over again.

Knight licked blood off his lip and found it still so numb from the punches it felt just like when he left his dentist’s office. “I think so. You?” he asked, stretching his body to make sure everything was indeed fine.

Elliot wrapped his arms around Knight’s waist and leaned in for a kiss to Knight’s stunned surprise. He gently touched his mouth to Knight’s bottom lip, but then his tongue slipped under the upper one, licking over Knight’s gums.

It was so unexpected Knight wanted to push Elliot away, but heat had him staying in place, and the soft glide of Elliot’s tongue against his flesh had lust flaring up in Knight’s balls and spiraling up his shaft. He gasped and leaned in, urged on by the instinct to immerse himself deeper in the flood of sensation in his body. Elliot’s scent was much stronger than the odor of blood and beer, and it was so tempting, so utterly delicious Knight grabbed Elliot’s head and deepened the kiss, invading Elliot’s mouth with his tongue.

Elliot was so perfectly pliant in the way he spread his lips wide open the same way he opened up for Knight’s cock so eagerly. His tongue had a metallic taste, but that might as well have been Knight’s own blood. Despite Martin lying dead right next to them, Elliot squeezed Knight tighter, pulling him to a table, more frantic in his touch by the second.

Knight couldn’t get enough of it. Not enough of the soft lips and not enough of the heated desperation behind Elliot’s every touch. The kiss wasn’t a way to let off the steam of adrenaline anymore but something else altogether that Knight couldn’t pinpoint. It was as if Elliot was trying to crawl under Knight’s skin and live there. Every suck on Knight’s tongue, every lick on the inside of his cheek was both pleading and a promise. Of what? Knight wasn’t sure. “You stalk me,” Elliot whispered between one kiss and another.

Knight’s head was still rushing with the heat of adrenaline, and he gasped, nipping at the tempting lips. He could barely think in face of intense lust. He saved Elliot’s life, and it felt so good to be acknowledged for it he wished to just roll into the sheets with the boy, showering in all the gratefulness he could feel glowing off Elliot’s skin. “You’re a danger to yourself.”

Elliot’s chest was going up and down fast, and his breath was so warm Knight couldn’t wait to kiss him again already, even if kissing guys had never been on the menu. It felt good now. It felt fantastic to ravage Elliot’s lusty, cocksucking mouth, and that was all that mattered.

“That’s why I need you,” Elliot said, sliding his hand down the front of Knight’s jeans.

Knight groaned and pulled Elliot’s lanky form closer, but then his gaze wandered beyond the tabletop, to the pool of blood spreading around the lifeless body on the floor, and his growing cock immediately softened. What the hell was he thinking?

“No. We’re not leaving behind any more DNA...”

Elliot sighed deeply but didn’t contradict Knight. He pulled his hand away from Knight’s groin but stayed in place, hugging him tightly instead. “I’m sorry I pulled you into this. Fuck. What do we do?”

Somehow, there was no other option left for Knight but to hug Elliot back. He kissed the top of his head, even though it was still damp and smelled of the beer Martin had spilled over it. “You’re so fucking stupid. Why would you do that? Why would you come here? He’d have killed you.”