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

Lucian pushed his head into Shea’s shoulder, eyes closing and breath quickening. “Yes,” he whispered. “God, yes.”


Shea’s hand slowly slid downward, brushing against nipples, swirling over abs, and finally dipping fingertip into navel before diving under the waistband of Lucian’s silk pants. Lucian bit his lip and tilted his hips in invitation. Rough skin caught the delicate fabric of Lucian’s underwear with a low rasp, and Shea stroked along Lucian’s arousal.


“Mmph,” Lucian grunted, half sighed, and rocked into the pressure. “Enjoying my want of you, sweet Shea?”


“Very much so,” Shea breathed against Lucian’s ear.


Lucian’s groan cut through the air, startling in its volume. “Then stroke my bare cock and feed it further.”


Chapter 33