My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

Knight went wild above him, pushing his face against Elliot’s neck and making his thrusts sharp, fast, until the friction was almost too much. He eventually shuddered, letting go of Elliot’s wrists, and the way he pushed in the last few times, with such desperation and need, had Elliot’s head spinning.

He’d be aching tomorrow, and it would be so worth it.

The ‘I love you’ almost spilled out of Elliot’s lips, but even in the hazy state of mind Elliot managed to keep it in, frantic to not spoil the moment of unadulterated lust with questions he didn’t want answered.

“I don’t feel my knees,” Elliot whispered, feeling like the happiest goo. “Will you take me to bed?” He hugged Knight’s body tightly, enjoying the sound of their heavy panting.

Knight slowly rolled his face against Elliot’s jaw and kissed him softly, even as he dragged himself up and withdrew his cock from Elliot’s body. “Poor boy. I’ve been so, so rough,” he teased and playfully patted Elliot’s cheek after disposing of the condom.

Elliot ran his hand up Knight’s sticky stomach, loving how the little coarse hairs there felt to the touch. “I can still feel it.”

“What? My cock?” Knight asked, slowly moving to stand by the sofa.

“Yeah… There’s this… afterburn. I love it.” Elliot grinned at Knight lazily, not even bothering yet to take his leg off the backrest.

“Maybe you should give it a thank you kiss then?” Knight asked and tapped his softening cock with a wide smile.

Elliot forced himself to move with a happy sigh and wrapped his arms around Knight’s waist. He gave the tip of the cock a gentle kiss, enjoying the taste of cum it left on his lips. He could fall asleep now and just dream of Knight’s dick forever. And Knight’s arms around him. That too.

Knight eventually pulled him up and walked all the way to the bedroom with Elliot clinging to him with all his limbs. It felt weird, because Elliot was heavy enough to make Knight’s gait somewhat unsteady, but at the same time being carried made Elliot all the more amazed by his lover’s strength.

They rolled into the fresh sheets laughing breathlessly, and Knight spread out his arms over the mattress, pushing one under Elliot’s neck. Elliot rolled into Knight’s embrace as if it was his second nature.

Only now his brain was catching up with his surroundings again.

“Knight?” he whispered. “I think you’ve fucked Fane out of me.”

“Still here,” came the unpleasant voice, and Elliot couldn’t even pinpoint where from. Well, at least it was laconic.

Elliot sighed. “No. He’s there.”

Knight groaned his displeasure, pulled Elliot under a sheet, and curled up around him.

Chapter 24

Elliot’s eyes were like two dark wells, and Knight tipped over, falling down endlessly every time he looked into them. There was nothing of interest in the small office Beast invited them into next morning. A desk piled up with papers necessary for club taxes, a shelf full of folders, and two chairs. Elliot sat in one of them in the middle of the room and glanced between Knight and Beast with his shoulders curled and hands resting in his lap.

“Is he here?” Beast asked.

Elliot glanced to the side, and his lip curled. “Yes.”

Beast raised his hands and slapped the wall, causing Elliot to flinch, as if he expected aggression to fly his way next.

Knight watched him, feeling displaced without his patch, but he hadn’t gotten much sleep either, not with Elliot back in his bed and so tempting anyone would have ignored their need to rest in order to have him. It felt oddly nice to wake up next to him, and even though Fane spilled Elliot’s coffee all over the bedding, it had been a nice morning overall. Peaceful. They watched a documentary about lion cubs and ate cookies for breakfast. If it wasn’t for Beast’s call, Knight might have forgotten the two of them were not alone in the apartment.

“Cuff him before Laurent gets here. I’m not taking any chances even at the risk of losing Elliot’s body,” Beast said.

Elliot cleared his throat. “I’d prefer not to lose my body.”

“You are not gonna lose your body,” Knight said firmly and glared at Beast. “Jeez, don’t you see how frightened he already is?”

Beast wrapped his arms on his chest. “He’s a grown-ass man. Cuff him.”

Elliot looked between them, pale and with his mouth set. “Is this an… interrogation? He can’t feel what I feel. You’d only be torturing me.”

Knight’s stomach sank into the abyss, and he scooted down in front of Elliot, squeezing his thighs in reassurance. “Stop fantasizing. There’s not gonna be any torture. You’re safe with me, remember?” He pulled out his cuffs, showing them to Elliot so he could get acquainted with them first. “Just a precaution.’

Elliot took a deep breath and nodded. His eyes held so much trust and left him so unguarded. Not a hint of the snotty Count and his cold demeanor. Knight massaged Elliot’s wrist and closed the cuff around it, wary of squeezing it too much. He then reached around and cuffed the other wrist as well. He grinned at Elliot, just to put him at ease, and stood up, resting his hands on Elliot’s shoulders.