On Your Knees, Prospect

Kings of Hell MC

by K.A. Merikan

On Your Knees, Prospect - K.A. Merikan
Part of the Kings of Hell MC series:
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--- There is freedom in blacking boots for the right man. ---

 

Jake. Kings of Hell MC Prospect. Obedient. Desperate for approval.

Vars. Dominant. Stern. Undead.

 

Jake is itching to become a patched member of the Kings of Hell MC.

For two years he's toiled as the only prospect. So when a new guy swans in and thinks he'll get a patch in no time just because he's got friends in high places, Jake is there to stand in his way.

Only that the guy is older, more experienced, drives a Harley, and has the kind of boots Jake craves to lick.

But he won't.

Because he only fucks patches.

 

Vars is ready to find a new home in the Kings of Hell MC after a messy relationship led him straight to hell. In comparison, the pretty, blue-eyed prospect could be just the pleasant rebound he needs.

The boy is a brat, but that could be amended with a firm hand and a gag.

If only Jake was ready to admit to his submissive needs, Vars would gladly take him under his wing.

That is, until he finds out something inhuman resides inside of Jake.

Vars didn’t cheat death only to call out to it again.

 

But stuck together in one room, keeping each other’s secrets, they might just have to become allies, no matter how unwilling. Because if there is something Vars can’t resist, it’s a boy with pleading eyes.

 

*

 

“You are mine now, boy. This room is soundproof. No one will hear you scream.”

“Yes, sir. My body is yours.”

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POSSIBLE SPOILERS:

Themes: motorcycle club, alternative lifestyles, demons, monster, tattoos, secrets, crime, self-discovery, gothic, fresh start, submission, stalking, PTSD, May/December, self-acceptance, enemies to lovers, Daddy/boy, body horror

Genre: Dark, paranormal M/M romance

Erotic content: Scorching hot, emotional, explicit scenes, BDSM

Length: ~130,000 words (Book 3 in the series)

WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, offensive language, and morally ambiguous characters.

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Publisher: Independently Published
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Pairings: MM
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Age Difference, Alpha Character, Bad Breakup, Criminals & Outlaws, Enemies to Lovers, May/December, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, Office / Workplace Romance, Queer Wedding, Thrill of the Chase, Trapped Together
Word Count: 127000
Setting: small town, Maine, USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Excerpt:

The old gate stood wide open. Between the tall columns on either side, a lone figure in dark leathers stood leaning against a large black Harley. It was bound to be someone from Magpie’s entourage, but the big fish himself, or his car, were nowhere to be seen.

Jake slowed down upon his approach, eventually stopping next to the stranger. When he took off his helmet, cool air hit his cheeks and he exhaled deeply, frowning at how large the cloud of steam coming out of his mouth was.

The man looked his way. He had the chest and shoulders of a professional wrestler, barely contained by a sleek black winter jacket for riding. He’d already removed his helmet, which rested at the back of his bike along with a black balaclava. His short haircut must have gotten messed up on the road, but the slight mess on his head didn’t make him any less charming.

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“Hey, you’re a member of Mr. Magpie’s crew?” Jake asked, quickly gathering information from what he could see.

An older guy, but the size of a bouncer, the stranger could easily be some sort of secret spy-bodyguard-assassin who’d come over ahead of his boss to make sure everything was secure. Jake didn’t want to be out of line.

The stranger had the vibe of someone who didn’t take shit from anyone, with cool blue eyes so sharp they cut right through Jake. His tidy salt and pepper beard drew in Jake’s attention, and he couldn’t help but steal a glance to check if the guy was packing, but it was difficult to say through the thick winter motorcycle pants.

“I expected someone of a higher rank to greet us,” the man said, and the low, throaty sound of his voice trailed down Jake’s body and all the way to his balls. The stranger had an accent too, not very thick but definitely present in the way he pronounced some of the words with a decisive sharpness. Russian? Polish?

Jake shifted his weight, uncomfortable with being put on the spot. His capability for thinking was steaming out of his head all too quickly, and he now regretted taking off his helmet. “Sorry… sir?” He wasn’t sure about the man’s rank, but the guy looked twice Jake’s age, so maybe had already made a misstep? “My VP sent me over here to guide you to the clubhouse. They’re all waiting back there.”

The man slowly turned Jake’s way and walked toward him casually, as if he were here not on business but on a tour of the region. The closer he was, the more obvious his size became, and seeing the massive pecs push at the front of the jacket had Jake involuntarily salivating.

“Ah. Is that far away from here, boy?” the man said, staring at Jake like a hawk, his blue eyes intense and bright in the mature and handsome face. There was something wild about his features, a sharp glint to the eyes under the thick gray eyebrows, the nose that was such a prominent presence on his face, the broad jaw. Jake needed to remind himself not to stare back.

He licked his lips, getting hot under the collar. This fucker was almost Beast's size. Jake wasn't a tiny man himself, and in fact he was even slowly outgrowing Gray, but not anywhere close to the size of this bear of a man. “With all due respect sir, I’m no kid. It’s a ten-minute drive. I usually make it in five, but not in this weather.”

The man pressed his lips together and crooked his head in acknowledgement. “Must be nice to have all that nature around. The town’s close enough too.”

Tension eased in Jake’s body. This wasn’t a confrontation, only a bit of innocent small talk to kill the time until Mr. Magpie’s arrival.

“It is nice. There’s the forest, you can swim in the lake in the summer, ice skate in the winter, and the building itself is really cool. You think you’ve seen it all, and then you find something completely new.”

The man grinned, which somehow made him seem even more predatory. “How poetic. You make it sound very inviting. I should enjoy it here.”

Jake wasn’t sure if he was being mocked, but there was no way to bite back if the guy was Magpie’s. “How long will you be staying? Sir?” he added the honorific for good measure, because there was something about the guy that screamed next level.

The man’s grin widened. “I like the way you say sir,” he said, making the r sound very pronounced. “I’ll be staying indefinitely. I’m here to prospect with you.”

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About the Author

K.A. Merikan are a team of writers who try not to suck at adulting, with some success. Always eager to explore the murky waters of the weird and wonderful, K.A. Merikan don’t follow fixed formulas and want each of their books to be a surprise for those who choose to hop on for the ride.

K.A. Merikan have a few sweeter M/M romances as well, but they specialize in the dark, dirty, and dangerous side of M/M, full of bikers, bad boys, mafiosi, and scorching hot romance.


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