My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

Knight briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath of relief. So Elliot wasn’t murderously crazy. That was good to know. “That’s right. Everyone deserves respect. That’s why you shouldn’t date guys like Martin. Maybe let’s start with that?”

Elliot nodded with a small smile. “Thank you for stalking me.”

Knight ruffled Elliot’s hair, feeling all and any anger melt away as he leaned closer. “Beast was right. I’m a hopeless white knight.”

Elliot entwined their fingers. “Watch out or I’ll start getting in trouble just so you can save me.”

Knight swallowed hard, drawn in as if Elliot put a leash around his neck. “All you need to do is stop wearing that ridiculous face paint.”

“If I don’t wear it, will you kiss me?” Elliot whispered, and his dark eyes seemed to be swallowing Knight with their intensity.

Knight’s lips tingled, and his throat ached as if he’d suddenly gotten thirsty and Elliot’s mouth could provide the only relief. “I’ve never kissed guys before,” he whispered, already knowing that he wouldn’t stop. A man like him would never deny himself the pleasure he craved.

Elliot squeezed his hand and wanted to say something, but a car approaching pulled Knight out of his thoughts. The atmosphere that had him long for Elliot’s touch was gone, and he opened the door. “Wait in the car. I’ll deal with this,” he said and stepped outside.

As the large black van approached, Knight raised his hand in greeting.

Chapter 13

Music thudded inside Knight’s chest and made his ears ring, but he couldn’t focus on having fun even as he picked up a fresh beer and let the cool liquid soothe him. The red glow used to create an intimate atmosphere at the orgy covered every surface, but instead of making him horny for the twisting bodies, it reminded him of the blood he’d shed earlier tonight. But now he was back home, set to make sure he was seen by everyone. Just in case. So that he’d have an alibi.

Rev, Gray’s dad remained at Martin’s house to get rid of the evidence, as it was his specialty, while Jake was called over to dispose of the body in one of the places Gray kept prepared for a quick burial. Knight knew it was a necessity in their situation, but it still creeped him out. Regardless of all of Gray’s dedication to the club and all its members, he could be cold and emotionless as a lizard.

Without his Count makeup, Elliot didn’t stand out much, though he did wear clothes, unlike most other people gathered for the party, already in the zone and going through the condom boxes. There was something so odd and striking about him that just a glance into the innocent dark eyes was like playing with fire. It was as if black clouds of discord followed him around. The bold half-moon tattooed on his face didn’t go with his reserved body language, but then there was nothing shy about the way he was staring at Knight from across the room.

He watched Knight as if he was the one ready to sink in his teeth and eat Knight alive. As if none of the naked bodies in the room mattered. Those big dark eyes had an intensity Knight had never seen in a man before, and yes, they were slightly on the insane side when they glistened with adoration for Fane, but when they focused on Knight… he could drown in that gaze. Whenever Elliot came, his long, dark eyelashes fluttered, his full lips parted, and he was there with Knight, in the moment, and so devoted it tickled every inch of Knight’s ego.

Something brushed against Knight’s leg, and he looked down, the connection that had his throat clenching broken. Two naked women lay on a bed of furs, one kissing the other’s breast and too busy to notice Knight, but her lover was looking straight at him, and it was her fingertips that teased his skin through the denim.

A shudder went through Knight’s body, and he swallowed more beer, tempted to join in and let go of his worries between those two warm bodies, but he was still not over what had happened, and his head kept telling him Elliot could be in danger, as if he hadn’t gotten rid of the predator just hours ago.

When he looked up again, Elliot’s gaze was still stuck to him.

Knight had experienced some great kisses in his life, but the one he’d shared with Elliot in the cabin seemed etched onto his lips. He’d known he was breaking his own rule, and still, when Elliot approached him, all shaken and sobbing, Knight just gave in.

His attention became scattered when a figure moving through the crowd quickly and with a purpose drew his attention. Laurent was not a fan of orgies, and the few times he did come, it was always with Beast. Knight suspected Laurent only appeared on such occasions to make sure no one would molest his man. But this time he was alone.