—- 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.” * 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.