Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“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.