In the Arms of the Beast (Kings of Hell MC 5)

Beast’s breath caught behind him, but it seemed the words were the final straw for him. One strong arm tightened around Laurent, and the cock pushed in, breaching the tight opening and going deeper as Laurent sank lower until his ass met Beast’s balls and thighs.

He had to bite his lips to prevent a moan from tearing out of his throat, but Beast helped him on that front by putting a hand over his mouth. Laurent exhaled against the fingers under his nose, dizzy with the arousal and the wonderful pressure of Beast’s dick inside him. There was nothing he wouldn’t give his man right now. His whole body trembled in Beast’s grip, but Laurent didn’t hesitate to raise his hips and push them down, riding that thick rod as if he could only come himself once he satisfied his Beast.

There was no mirror in sight, and for once Laurent was glad, because they looked like a predator and his prey struggling for life. But it felt amazing. Bent in half, he couldn’t breathe as easily, and the lack of air made his head lighter with every thrust. They started out with Laurent keeping his feet on the floor and moving his hips in tune with Beast’s, but at some point, Beast gave a low growl and hauled Laurent’s legs up, embedding himself inside him.

The deep penetration had Laurent whimpering into his man’s neck, but his choices were taken away from him, and he let himself feel the movement deep inside as Beast slammed home over and over. Few men would have the strength to hold their partner like this.

Laurent slid one hand to Beast’s thigh, kneading the flesh that wasn’t covered with scars, while the other reached between his legs when he couldn’t take the pressure anymore. He stroked his cock in tune with Beast’s thrusts, arching back on the verge of orgasm. Their eyes met, and the magnetic connection it triggered pushed Laurent over the edge. He flew in his husband’s arms, feeling the thick girth inside him pulse in triumph too.

Moments later, his feet were back on the floor, his warm hole almost painfully empty, but when Beast’s arms slid around him and pulled him to the firm chest, Laurent felt home again.

With his pants still down, he stumbled into Beast’s lap, gasping for air and uncaring about the dirty room, because all that mattered was that he’d gotten to make love to Beast after hours of not knowing if they would ever see each other again.

Chapter 2 - Beast

Beast faced the monumental colonial facade at the front of the clubhouse. It was late in the day, and the light had a strange tint to it, dancing over the columns like ghostly flames when the clouds passed between the earth and sun all too fast.

The ruby had been sealed away in a safe and was constantly guarded so that no man, woman, nor creature could put their hands on it before Mr. Magpie’s arrival.

Beast and the others had gone to such great lengths to recover the precious stone that even Laurent, self-righteous as he could be sometimes, excused the heinous crime of stealing from an elderly couple. After all, if the survival of the entire world depended on a single robbery, as brutal as it had been, then there was no other way.

Laurent wasn’t as certain about giving the Pigeon Heart away to Mr. Magpie, but Beast didn’t need to consult him on everything. As the leader of the Kings of Hell, he had the responsibility of keeping his people safe, and while advice was usually welcome, he wouldn’t bend to someone else’s fears. Even when that someone was his husband.

Joker ruffled his dry, heavily bleached hair as he approached Beast. Magpie was due to arrive any minute, and most of the club members gathered in the front yard to welcome him, but time was stretching unpleasantly.

“The bastard’s taking his time,” Joker said, pulling at the new piercing in his septum. The world would be working like clockwork if we cut off people’s ears for bailing.”

Beast’s shoulders relaxed somewhat when he laughed. “That’s kinda extreme. And you’d have none left at this point.”

Joker shrugged. “I’d cut my own ears off and game the system, prez. He could have let us know he’s runnin’ late. It shows a lack of respect for our time. I could be getting another blowie instead of freezing my balls off. It’s colder out here than it looks,” he said and rubbed his shoulders.

“Don’t think he respects anyone but himself,” Fox said, appearing out of nowhere with a steaming cup in hand. “To be fair, he can do things none of us can.”

“And that makes us his bitches,” Joker grumbled with a scowl. “Makes me wanna bite his nose off. Didn’t sign up for this to take someone’s shit.”