In the Arms of the Beast (Kings of Hell MC 5)
Laurent stroked the back of Beast’s neck, so relieved that he could touch him, that he didn’t have to visit him in jail, or worse yet, because in Laurent’s times burglary might have led a man to the scaffold. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I cannot live without you.”
Beast tipped his head farther back, and while the tattoos and scars made it difficult to recognize his expression in the dark, Laurent could sense the warmth of his man’s smile. “I really missed you lecturing me, but this is even better.”
“You’re lying. You must have enjoyed a break from my demands,” Laurent said, though he hoped that wasn’t the case. He ran his fingers over the cheek made uneven by scars, which he’d have judged in the past. Back in his time, he’d been blinded by William Fane’s outer charm, but he would never again focus on the exterior qualities of a man. And Beast, with the physical deformities caused by his father’s cruelty and mistakes of youth, had the kindest, most understanding heart. He was beautiful, and Laurent didn’t need to ever know the touch of anyone else.
Beast hummed, and moved his hands until the tips of his fingers brushed the tops of Laurent’s buttocks. “I am ready to deal with any demands you might have.”
Laurent snorted and leaned down for a kiss. “Good, because there will be many. Now I demand you hold me close, because I missed you more than you could ever imagine.”
Beast pushed his face at Laurent’s stomach again, only this time he slid his nose lower, rubbing it against the zipper of Laurent’s jeans. Laurent gasped at the touch, heat instantly hitting his cheeks. There was no denying he’d missed this just as much as his husband’s company. Beast had a way of igniting a fire inside him at the snap of his fingers.
But they weren’t in a closed garage this time.
Laurent swallowed, unable to push Beast away despite the worry of what would happen, were they seen. “What if someone comes?”
Beast snorted and slid his nose up and down Laurent’s cock. “I’ll make them move along.”
Laurent bit his lip, fighting an inner battle, but this time propriety stood no chance against lust. It was the middle of the night after all. No one had a reason to walk past the park at this hour, and in the dark, the wooden walls of the castle obscured them from view well enough.
The need to connect with Beast was so intense thinking clearly wasn’t possible anymore. He knew they had to talk through a hundred issues, but what was the point of pushing away closeness when Laurent knew they would work something out eventually? Their differences weren’t irreconcilable, not when they both wanted to make things work.
Beast grinned and grabbed Laurent as if he intended to pull him off the platform, but it turned out he needed him closer to the edge. Meeting Laurent’s gaze with an intensity that burned holes in Laurent’s chest, Beast rubbed his entire palm over Laurent’s groin before proceeding to unbuckle his belt. The slow movement of the slider made Laurent curl his toes in pleasure, and when the zipper opened, letting in more air, he stretched to invite Beast’s touch
“No one is allowed to find out about this. Beast, you bring out my wild side,” he whispered, stirring in anticipation of his man’s skilled tongue. The world around blurred when Beast was this close.
Beast snorted, but the way he tugged on Laurent’s skinny jeans and underwear spoke of an urgency he wasn’t otherwise showing. “Fine. But feel free to tell everyone how much you like what I’m doing to you.”
Laurent bit back a smile, looking up at the shadows of the roofing above. “I like to be vague about it. Give my audience just enough to keep them guessing.”
His cock wasn’t vague in what it wanted at all. When Beast pulled his jeans and underwear lower, Laurent was already hot and ready. So much so that even the cold wood scraping his naked buttocks wasn’t a deterrent. The illicit excitement of doing this in a public place rippled through him faster with each second. Anyone who called him a prude behind his back had no idea of the powerful desires reigning over Laurent’s body and soul.
Beast’s shaky exhale was the kind of compliment Laurent needed. He wasn’t ignorant of being a handsome man, but to be so worshipped, so wanted still, sent a thrill down his spine. But when Beast’s warm breath touched his rapidly stiffening flesh, the rush in his head became so intense that for a moment he longed to lie back. But no. He wanted to look at Beast too much.
Beast met his gaze when he pushed Laurent’s legs apart. There was confidence in the gesture, but also a gentleness that only heightened Laurent’s pleasure when Beast licked Laurent’s balls without ever looking away.