Laurent and the Beast (Kings of Hell MC 1)

Would a life at Beast’s side be a trap?

Was an invisible cage not still a cage?

And why was he even considering those questions if the agreement with the devil made any kind of future together unattainable?

Beast’s mouth crooked into the most insincere of smiles, and he blinked. “Sure. Whatever you say.” But before Laurent could answer, Beast pushed him back until Laurent was standing flat against the wall. With his face buried in the folds of Beast’s T-shirt, he listened to the rapid heartbeat just inches away from his ears. The large hands moved down to Laurent’s chest.

“That you want?”

Laurent gave a trembly gasp and nodded, even though he could feel Beast’s actions coming from a place of anger. Couldn’t closeness soothe his doubts, though? Maybe he could forget his pact with the devil for just a few precious moments. Maybe they could mend what they’d broken. What he’d broken.

“Yes,” he whispered, placing his hands over Beast’s. Slowly. Afraid Beast would change his mind after all.

Beast gave a shuddery exhale, pushing his enormous body against Laurent and pressing him against the wall. He moved his hands to Laurent`s hips as he pressed his nose and mouth to the top of Laurent`s head, breathing loudly.

Laurent wasn’t sure if he felt trapped, or protected from the whole world, encased in the most precious cage. Words had already failed him tonight, so he kissed Beast’s chest through the fabric instead.

The hands on his hips tightened, and Beast pressed their heads tighter together. He shifted his weight and moved his leg, lifting it between Laurent’s thighs. He didn’t have to ask, Laurent would spread his thighs for Beast like he already had so many times. Deep down, he was Beast’s. Body and soul.

Laurent slowly rocked against Beast’s thigh, just like when they were dancing. But at a more languid pace, dreaming of forgetting himself in the motion. He was ready to take all of Beast’s rage. He deserved it.

The low rumble of Beast’s voice might as well have been thunder. It rained shudders down Laurent’s back, and as the leg between Laurent’s thighs found its rhythm, each brush and rub became charged with electricity. Beast pushed one of his hands under Laurent’s T-shirt, greedily massaging his flesh, as if he were worried he’d never get to do this again.

How would Laurent possibly live without being touched this way? Could a man actually die of despair? Would his heart stop? Clench and then turn to stone?

Laurent focused his whole being on just this moment in time. On the harsh way Beast ran his hands all over his chest and back, on the heat Beast radiated, and on the way his thigh insistently pressed against Laurent’s cock. The slower things were, the more time he had for thoughts.

Thoughts he despised.

Laurent needed faster, needed break-neck speed to consume him.

He rocked his hips quicker, and let his hands climb up Beast’s chest. Beast grunted, rolling his cheek against Laurent’s temple. It was as if Laurent’s eagerness had given Beast permission to go further, and he instantly opened Laurent’s fly, aggressively pushing down his jeans. He didn’t say anything, just kept his face close enough for Laurent to hear his rapid breathing but not to actually see him.

Laurent wasn’t sure why he would need his pants off completely, but when Beast pushed them down, he didn’t question it, and rushed to slip off his sneakers. Even as he did so, he was already unbuckling Beast’s belt, aching to communicate without words in that way only two bodies could.

There were no words between them, and he prayed they hadn’t lost the ability to talk to each other despite his rejection wounding Beast so badly. Their breathing was loud in the empty room, crawling up the walls as they rubbed against one another, touching each other’s cocks in a frantic rhythm that left them both hungry for more.

Laurent dared to look up, trying not to think about the dirt he was standing on bare-footed. Instead, the thick prick in his hand occupied his mind. “How do you want me?” he whispered, with his heart rattling. Was this a good enough way to show Beast that he was willing to give himself over into his care? Would anything ever be enough again?

Beast pulled back slightly, and it was the first time Laurent could look into his eyes since they’d started touching. His mouth was thin and tense, eyes searching, as if Beast expected Laurent to strike him, not love him. It only lasted a moment, with Beast quickly leaning forward, his mouth wide open and hot on the side of Laurent’s neck, eating at his jawline, biting, pulling, and sucking. Beast grabbed Laurent’s hand and squeezed the lube into it before tossing the small tube away.

“Get me ready,” he whispered through his teeth.