My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

“Feels good, right?” he whispered, even though he knew Elliot had been too excited by the sex to notice the lack of protection. Knight pulled him even closer, letting the cum cool on his fingers.

“It does,” Elliot arched his neck back to nuzzle Knight’s ear. “I know it’s dumb, but it’s such a turn on that you leave something in me.”

“Not going anywhere. I mean, I am going away, but I’ll take you with me.” Knight grinned and kissed Elliot’s neck, completely satisfied. “You’ll be the property of the Vice President. How do you like that?”

Elliot looked back at him with the same awe Knight couldn’t wait to be showered with every day. “You got your patch back? I love it, Knight! I’m so happy for you. I’ll be a patch slut all the way.”

Knight laughed and slapped Elliot’s buttock. “Hope it’s gonna be only for my patch, you little tramp.”

Elliot grinned so widely he could outshine the sun. “You gotta get me those property patches soon then.”

Knight loved this. He never thought he would, but now that he had a boy of his own, one who was so completely dedicated to him and who so clearly needed him, he had absolutely no regrets about his decision. “You just wait. I do everything with a bang.”

“Knight? You have to tell me what you made the pact for. I want to help however I can, seriously.” Elliot slipped his hand into Knight’s.

The sudden change of topic made Knight stiffen a little, but he knew that if he were to spend his life with Elliot, then it was necessary to tell him the truth. Slowly, he pulled his softening cock out of the tight ass and flipped his lover, so that he could look into his eyes with ease. “Nothing that bad. I have to do this thing for him every month.”

Elliot nuzzled Knight’s cheek and instantly entwined his arms and legs with Knight. “What thing?”

There was something so incredibly intimate about this conversation, with their pants lowered and their bare skin covered in goose bumps from the cold, that Knight couldn’t stop himself from kissing his lover again. And again. He pressed their foreheads together and cupped Elliot’s jaw.

“Well, first thing is I need to bury a few stones around town. And then every new moon I need to get in a fight and get another person’s blood on my sigils. Only short trips out of Brecon from now on,” he said, laughing, even though it was a scary thing to imagine, regardless of what he’d been telling himself all night. What if he took Elliot to La Rochelle, to visit the homeland of the Merciers, and for some reason the plane back didn’t fly out on time? Consequences could be dire, both for him and Elliot.

Elliot nodded, watching Knight intently. “Can I help you bury the stones? What are they?”

“I have no fucking idea, and it doesn’t really matter. It serves the purpose, right? They’re a bit weird. You’ll see when we bury them.”

Elliot pulled Knight’s hand up and kissed his knuckles. “I will do everything I can to help. I could have died because of Fane, but you were there for me.”

Knight sighed and kissed Elliot’s forehead, just enjoying the sensation of lying together in a heap of limbs, with his cum inside Elliot’s body, as nature intended. “Of course. I will always be there for you.”

A noise from outside that sounded like a large metal item falling over took them out of their amorous mood. Laurent’s voice was coming loud and clear from behind the window.

“I’m just waiting for a friend, sir. You needn’t pay me any mind.”

“Aw, he sounds like people in the theatre,” said a male voice, only to be cut off by another.

“As if you’d ever been to a theatre.”

“I saw fragments on TV!”

Knight looked down at Elliot and smirked. Laurent definitely wasn’t equipped to deal with some of the local residents.

“You’re not fooling me. You’re filming something here. Where’s the cameras, huh?”

“There is definitely no filming to be had. This is a misunderstanding,” Laurent went on.

Elliot giggled and only hugged Knight closer. “We should go help him.”

“He deserves it for trying to stand between you and me,” Knight said, but after yet another smooch he slowly pulled himself up, fighting against the laziness in his muscles.

The man outside went on. “I don’t want any TV here! Go do your play, or whatever, elsewhere.”

“Yes, I will be leaving soon. Do you by any chance know of my boyfriend, Beast of the Kings of Hell Motorcycle Club? He will vouch for me as soon as he arrives.”

“You’re a homo?” snapped one of the voices, and that was Knight’s clue to intervene.

He pulled his jeans up and went outside with the zipper still open and hair in a mess.