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

“Oh, fuck!” Shea cried out, legs spreading, hips jerking, howling as Lucian sucked. Lucian inclined his head to tug Shea’s sac with careful force, teasing with gentle laps of his tongue. Shea garbled groans, and Lucian adored the startled inflection ricocheting off the ceiling.


At long last, Lucian let go, kissing Shea’s thigh and slapping the other one with two strikes of medium force. “Turn, please,” he commanded, sitting back on his heels. He was pleased to discover the migraine had almost completely faded. “Palms and forearms against the wall, legs spread, and don’t let your dick touch anything that could give it friction, beloved. I plan on using it in other capacities.”


“Ah…shit…yeah…” Shea panted and swayed when he came off the wall. Leaving one hand in place, Shea did as asked. Scarred palms splayed over russet-painted plaster, and heavily muscled thighs shivered, widening with Shea’s stance.


Chapter 45