My Dark Knight (gay biker romance) (Kings of Hell MC Book 2)

by K. A. Merikan

  Somber, he returned to the apartment, instantly gravitating to the unfinished bottle of beer on the coffee table.

  Elliot looked up at him without a word, still attached to the hook as if he were a danger to humanity, not a lost boy in desperate need of help.

  Knight picked up the barely-started beer and walked up the steps to his bedroom, keeping his eyes on Elliot’s pale face. “How are you coping?”

  Elliot’s dark gaze followed every step Knight took, and meeting it suddenly filled Knight with a new kind of fury at the thought that Elliot would never again have two of those strikingly black eyes.

  “It’s fine.”

  Knight rubbed the cool bottle with his fingers, watching Elliot at a distance. The straitjacket contained him very efficiently with the straps and buckles, but his narrow, straight legs stood free, clad in gray jeans and spoke of a normalcy that was now long forgotten. “Are you comfortable?”

  “I mean… If you could scratch my nose, that would be great.”

  Knight smirked and walked through the expanse of the wooden floor. He rubbed his fingertip against the warm skin at the very tip of Elliot’s nose. “Here?”

  “No, higher, on the bridge. Right there.” Elliot sighed in relief. “Thanks.”

  Knight crooked his head and enjoyed the refreshing, hoppy taste. Elliot’s lashes were long and somewhat curled, a fact easily noticeable when he closed his eye and let them lie on the pale cheek.

  Knight moved the back of his fingers up and down Elliot’s nose, watching him inhale, a small twitch of the wide, well-cut lips. Elliot smiled at him and tilted his head to kiss Knight’s fingers.

  “You will have to feed me too.”

  Knight grinned, relieved to see Elliot relax somewhat. “You hungry already? You’re gonna become plump at this rate,” he said and patted Elliot’s completely flat stomach through the thick fabric. Briefly closing his eyes as he leaned closer, he breathed in the scent of soap and Elliot’s own musk, which agreed so well with Knight’s taste. “How about a drink?”

  Elliot nodded. “I could use one. It’s been one hell of a day. You’re the one who wanted to fatten me up.”

  Knight smirked, unable to help himself when he put the mouth of the bottle against Elliot’s lips and gently tipped it. His fingers moved to Elliot’s slender, warm nape and curled into his hair. “I did, didn’t I?”

  Elliot greedily drank the alcohol, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction. “You did, so you better like the effect.”

  Knight put the bottle against his mouth and kissed it before taking a sip. He kept his eyes on Elliot’s and slowly rubbed the back of his hand down the skinny chest. “You couldn’t really stop being tall and narrow, could you? That’s your natural frame. It looks good on you.”

  “Not as good as your wide shoulders.” Even with one eye Elliot managed to give Knight a dreamy look that sent warmth to Knight’s dick.

  “My shoulders look good on you? Is that what you’re saying?” Knight teased, feeding the beer to his willing prisoner.

  Elliot’s cheeks got a rosy tint, and he smiled as if the circumstances weren’t dire. “Your hands look good on me.”

  Knight smirked and looked down before draining the remaining beer. “And that cock won’t stroke itself now that you’re a captive in my tower, right?” He loved just how easy it was to get all of Elliot’s attention. As if they were two batteries, and as soon as Knight slotted in, Elliot was on as well.

  “It won’t. I’m at your mercy,” Elliot said, but didn’t sound displeased about it at all. In fact, it seemed that his sharp gaze softened, beckoning Knight with sweet molasses that he could drink from Elliot’s mouth.

  “Damn, you’re hot.”

  Elliot blew some air to push aside the bangs that fell over his eye. “Trying my best without hands, one eye left, and stuck on your hook.”

  “It’s a sex hook,” Knight felt the need to add, and his mouth curved into a smile. There was something irresistibly sexy about having Elliot to willingly submit to this kind of bondage. It was a level of trust that one rarely encountered. “And you’re completely at my mercy.”

  Elliot bit his lip. “I’m not getting off here any time soon, am I?” He reached for Knight’s leg with his foot.

  Knight shook his head and stepped so close their bodies clashed, with Elliot’s wiggling back slightly, due to the hook holding him in place. “No. Afraid not. And what should we do about this?”

  Elliot’s black eye glinted, and when his long lashes lowered, Knight leaned in anticipation of the kiss that made him curl his toes the moment his lips met Elliot’s. It started out sweet, like a lazy caress on a Sunday morning, but grew hotter and hungrier with each heartbeat. A moan left Knight’s lips when Elliot’s foot trailed up his shin, snaking its way over the back of his thigh and leaving behind intense heat. With the support provided by the hook, he managed to wrap his long leg around Knight’s hip, panting loudly from the effort.

  Knight laughed and pulled up Elliot’s legs until they rested around his hips. The empty bottle dropped to the floor when Knight grabbed Elliot’s ass and squeezed the compact, hard buttocks. “You’re growing on me like ivy.”

  Elliot sighed and kissed Knight once more. “I would rather cover you like moss.”

  Knight smiled and pressed his nose to Elliot’s. Despite the missing eye agitating him so much, all he wanted was to provide Elliot with comfort, so he held him, slowly kissing the sweet, soft lips while his body heat transferred to Elliot as well. The poor man was far too often cold, with icy fingers, and Knight loved that feeling when they lay in bed and he could sense Elliot’s feet warming up under the sheets.

  Elliot’s kisses were intoxicating. They pulled Knight in, made him forget himself in the hungry nipping, or the way Elliot’s tongue sought Knight’s so that they could entwine in a hot, slippery dance. It only made Knight want to be closer still and fill all the gaps in Elliot’s body.

  “We’re overdressed,” whispered Knight eventually, rubbing his face against Elliot’s soft, smooth skin.

  Elliot leaned in to the touch despite being unable to hug Knight with his arms. “I can’t exactly help you with that.”

  “Off,” said Knight and patted Elliot’s buttocks with both his hands.

  Elliot let go like the good boy that he was, and Knight could hardly contain his growing excitement. Still, he steadied Elliot when he stumbled slightly.

  “Okay? Is the hook at the right height for you?” he teased, still rubbing the supple ass through denim.

  Elliot shook his head. “Did you use it often?”

  “The hook? Not much. It used to be King’s place. He used to have a sex swing here,” Knight said, stepping back all the way to the bed. He propped one foot on the wooden frame and untied his boot.

  Elliot cocked his head with a silly grin. “Will you undress for me?”

  Heat flared up in Knight’s chest, and he tossed the boot to the floor before taking care of the other one. “That’s what you want? A striptease?”

  “You know, I need the distraction.”

  Knight smirked and rolled his hips, pulling on the front of his leather jacket. “Does the gentleman want some music?”

  “The sound of my heart pounding is enough. Come on, Knight, I want flesh,” he joked, and even though he was trapped by a hook, the way his gaze fondled Knight’s body was creating an entirely new dynamic. Knight gasped and moved his hand, following a jolt of heat, stroking his groin through the jeans a few times.

  “Aren’t you the one prepared for slaughtering?” Knight murmured as he pulled off his jacket, revealing his snuggly long-sleeve.

  “You haven’t fattened me up enough yet.” Elliot inched closer, but could only get so far with the hook pulling him back.

  Knight bent over to show off his ass, just to tease Elliot, before making a show of pulling up his top.

  Seeing Elliot tremble and flush would never get old. He was so focused on Knight. As if the being with Knight
could somehow wipe away the traumatic memories, and even stunt the gruesome reality of being possessed and losing one eye. Knight was the center of Elliot’s universe, and he loved it that way.

  “Come closer,” Elliot pleaded.

  “What for?” Knight asked, dropping the garment to the floor. The room was a bit chilly, but he knew the cold would make his nipples pucker and just ignored the slight discomfort. Before he could think, his hands were at the front of his pants, teasing the sensitive skin along the waistband and drawing Elliot’s eyes to the grenade-shaped belt buckle.

  “So I can rub my face over your chest.” Elliot gave him a sheepish grin, but his gaze followed Knight’s fingers, surely ready to see his prize. He was so deliciously dick-hungry it was always a pleasure to fill Elliot’s mouth and throat.

  “You need to wait. I don’t come cheap,” Knight said, even though that was very much not the case. He opened his belt and carefully slid it out of the jeans, approaching Elliot step by step.

  “I’ve got the right currency.” Elliot winked, but with only one eye, Knight couldn’t help but be amused by the awkward way it looked.

  “Which is?” Knight asked and unexpectedly rubbed the looped belt against Elliot’s crotch.

  Elliot whimpered and got to his toes, his remaining eye rolling back in pleasure. A heartbeat later, he spun around on the hook and looked over his shoulder. “I’d offer my mouth, but I doubt you want to risk. To be honest, I wouldn’t risk a cock that fucking nice.”

  Knight groaned and rubbed Elliot’s head with both hands while grinding his hips against that lovely, tight ass. “I do have a nice cock,” he whispered and reached down, unzipping and pushing down his jeans while standing so close to Elliot that he could bury his nose in the fine black hair. Silky, fragrant, and damp from sweat, the pale nape begged for kisses.

  “How does a guy even get such perfect genes?” Still looking back, Elliot turned his head farther back and kissed Knight’s cheek. There was an undercurrent of danger to it, since Fane could try and use Elliot’s mouth for biting, but Elliot was too irresistible for Knight to keep away. He had always enjoyed a bit of adrenaline in his life anyway.

  “I don’t know, babe. You’re the Mercier,” Knight whispered, licking fragrant sweat off Elliot’s neck while he pushed down his underwear and kicked it off along with his pants. Completely naked against Elliot’s fully clad form, he pulled closer, gasping at the sensation of the coarse fabric touching him.

  Elliot’s eyelashes fluttered when they kissed, and Knight couldn’t wait to free his boy of the ghost so that they could hug and cuddle in peace. “You’re the sweetest, Knight.”

  Knight chuckled and rubbed the front of Elliot’s jeans, luxuriating in the hardness underneath. “Shut up. I’m just trying to get you in the mood.”

  Elliot put his head on Knight’s shoulder, leaning into the touch and spreading his legs slightly wider. He could be such a mess, and yet all Knight craved was to always be there to put him back together. Elliot yielded so beautifully, and was willing to give back as much as he took, if not more. When Knight was with him, he really felt needed. As if without him Elliot’s life would have been misery and pain, and he was the only one capable of providing safety and comfort to Elliot’s bruised soul.

  Turning his head to the side, Knight opened Elliot’s lips with his tongue and simultaneously pulled down the zipper of those skinny jeans that had recently become tight around Elliot’s long legs.

  Elliot moaned into the kiss and arched his hips, begging for more touch. Knight was finding out he rather liked Elliot in bondage. It only contributed to the sense of being needed by him and filled Knight’s veins with excitement. He was the only one to give Elliot what he craved, the only one to give all the pleasure Elliot could wish for.

  Knight was aware of his ego inflating somewhat, but how could it not when a man as hot as Elliot was so set on him?

  His hand slid inside Elliot’s underwear. When the warm, damp cockhead rubbed against his palm and trailed up his wrist, he moaned into the luscious, warm mouth, sucking on Elliot’s tongue until his lips went numb.

  He’d never kissed a man before Elliot, but now he wouldn’t even consider stopping. Elliot’s skin was warm, smooth after the morning shave, his tongue long enough to tease Knight’s palate with ease. He offered himself with so much dedication it made Knight want to fulfil any dream Elliot might have. The pulsing cock in Knight’s grip was long rather than thick, smooth and so sensitive that when he gently moved his hand up and down, Elliot’s entire body stirred against him.

  “Can I fuck your hand?” Elliot whispered in the faintest of voices.

  The question surprised Knight but didn’t displease or worry him. Sure, he’d had girls being active in sex and riding his dick. He’d even had guys fuck themselves on his cock a few times, but he’d never actually been ‘fucked’ in any way, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. But where his mind stalled, his body knew what to do. He squeezed tighter around Elliot’s dick.

  “How could I refuse a Mercier?” he whispered and licked Elliot’s mouth with excitement burning his veins.

  “I sure fucking hope you can’t.” Elliot kept his gaze locked with Knights when he made the first few thrusts. It was the strangest of feelings to have another man push his cock into Knight this way, and yet to have Elliot so helplessly bound in the straitjacket. Two different types of forces melting in one body. One craving to yield, the other clearly wishing to fuck Knight’s brains out.

  Knight swallowed and rolled his head so that he and Elliot both looked down with their foreheads touching. Elliot savoring the moment, pushing his way between the mostly dry fingers, so when the grinding started creating a bit too much friction, Knight spat into his free hand and grabbed Elliot’s dick with it instead.

  It was so new to actually pay attention to another man’s cock. Not that he didn’t notice them before, but never in such detail. Jerking off his partner had always been an afterthought for Knight, but now that he could sense Elliot move on his own, it added another layer to sensation as the cock thrust through the damp digits, creating a hot, overwhelming feeling that was already climbing up Knight’s arm.

  “You ever fucked another guy? You know, his ass.”

  Elliot’s forehead felt even warmer than Knight’s, and when he frowned, Knight could sense his skin and muscle moving against him. “Only a few times. I guess it’s more my nature to spread my legs for the guy I like. But it was hot too.”

  Knight exhaled, briefly closing his eyes and petting Elliot’s shoulder. Elliot’s cockhead emerged from between his thumb and index finger in a particularly hard thrust, and the fuzzy balls slapping against the side of Knight’s hand made his toes curl yet again. He watched Elliot’s hips move, cock barely visible because of the long straitjacket, and he found himself unable to look away, excited by this new experience.

  “Oh, damn.”

  “I liked to rim him first.” The seduction in Elliot’s eye made Knight glad that there was only one, because he wasn’t sure how he could handle Elliot looking at him that way with two of those coals. Elliot’s voice wove itself into the fabric of Knight’s sexual fantasies, invading them with those new ideas.

  Knight choked out a moan and slowly twisted his hand around the stiff shaft that kept pushing through his fingers, making him both uneasy and exhilarated. “Yeah? You like licking a guy’s asshole?”

  Elliot nodded and pulled on Knight’s lip with his teeth. “You know I’m a naughty boy.”

  Knight practically choked on air as he gave Elliot a fast, deep kiss. Then his knees softened, and he slid down to face Elliot’s dick. It twitched in his grip, the tip damp with precum oozing out of the small hole making the smooth cockhead look like hard candy.

  Warmth filled Knight’s head and prickled his cheeks as he watched, completely breathless. Elliot uttered a gasp, but Knight didn’t dare look back at him yet. He’d never really felt like sucking a guy off before. It seemed too much li
ke submitting, and that didn’t align with how he identified. With Elliot though? In the straitjacket and strapped to the hook, Elliot had no control of the situation while Knight had it all. It felt safe to wonder how Elliot’s dick would taste if he took it into his mouth. He wanted to feel it slide in and watch the slender body above him writhe with desire only Knight could satisfy.

  Would Elliot’s balls feel similarly to his own? When Knight finished off his male partners, he’d never dedicated much attention to their nuts. It was all very confusing, and yet as he leaned in and licked the precum off Elliot’s dick, the salty, somewhat odd taste made him shudder. Not because it was tasty in the conventional sense, but because it came from a hot dick. It was sexual, dirty, and making his partner excited.

  “Oh, God… Knight… That’s so hot,” Elliot whined above him, stirring his hips.

  Knight had to come to terms with the fact that he kind-of, sort-of had a boyfriend, so maybe it was about time to get over his hangups and give his boyfriend head.

  He dared look up, and the sheer awe in Elliot’s eye boosted his confidence. Whatever made Elliot hot and bothered was a keeper in Knight’s book.

  The slim legs covered in a dusting of dark hair trembled against Knight. He groaned, acquainting himself with the musky scent of Elliot’s privates and the very idea of touching his mouth against a man’s genitals. Despite the split in his mind, where he couldn’t connect his stud persona with the fact that he wanted to suck that particular dick, he kissed and licked along the shaft, gently squeezing Elliot’s balls with his other hand.

  The little moans Elliot showered on him were heaven, and as self-conscious as Knight was about being seen giving head, he couldn’t help but look up, just to witness the flush on Elliot’s face and the way he bit his lip every time Knight moved his attention to the slit at the tip of the stiff dick. Elliot was a messy ball of arousal, and Knight loved being the reason for it.