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

The body under Lucian’s drew taut, a startled warning rose from Shea’s chest, and as Lucian stroked and licked again, Shea came. Lips and hands clamped down on Lucian’s cock and body, but no edge of teeth touched him. Come splashed against Lucian’s shoulder and dripped to Shea’s belly, and Shea gasped for air through his nose.


“Oooh, Christ, Shea.” Lucian’s whisper was threaded with a moan. He milked every last drop from Shea, and pulled out of Shea’s mouth. Turning, Lucian caught a running line of fluid from Shea’s abs, humming in delight at the taste. Shea’s hands opened and closed, eyes unfocused, and Lucian straddled Shea’s head and shoulders. He petted hair and cheek, set his cock to Shea’s lower lip. “MyShea,” he muttered.


Shea’s hazy gaze lifted to Lucian’s face. “Yours, my prince,” Shea whispered against Lucian’s tip and licked with a breathy groan before opening for Lucian.


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