As the son of the infamous New Amsterdam city mayor, Lucian learned at an early age that power is king, love is for the weak, and a real man has no use for tears or mercy. The only light in Lucian's formative years was Shea who gave Lucian the impetus to break free of his father and leave the city. Shea is never far from Lucian's side, a friend and companion.<br><br>But after a lover dies despite Lucian's best efforts, Lucian returns home with new purpose: build an empire to destroy the darkness that steal lives and souls. Shea's back in the city, too, and when three long years pass without contact, Lucian realizes he can't live without confessing that Shea is his only solace and reason for living.<br><br>When reuniting with Shea leads to a horrifying discovery at the hands of the very evil Lucian wishes to eradicate, Lucian vows a path of bloody vengeance to save Shea from certain destruction.

Winter's Knight

Shea bucked under Lucian, and the cry was pure pleasure, music to Lucian’s ears. Strong hands gripped Lucian’s back, tightening with each stroke he laid on Shea, but Shea just held on, not pulling or pushing him one way or the other. Heavy thighs spread under Lucian’s weight and grinding hips, and Shea’s arousal grew thick under the flimsy material of the dress slacks. Lucian tipped to one side and palmed it, his other hand slamming onto the cushion to brace himself.


“Want you…sweet Shea,” Lucian rasped, moving down Shea’s jaw and neck with open-mouthed kisses, tasting. Shea moaned, head back and the tendons of his throat going taut. Lucian bit into the meat of one, riding Shea’s writhe with a sharp suck. “God,” Lucian cried.


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