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

“Damn,” Lucian said, somewhere between approval and chagrin, and clambered between Shea’s legs. Shea watched Lucian, gaze hazy, and Lucian tapped Shea’s thigh. “Adjust for comfort as you need, but I like your hands out of play for the moment.” Lucian bent and kissed the inside of Shea’s knee, began making his way to the juncture of body.


Loosening his shoulders by changing the clasp of his hands from arms to wrists, Shea shifted. His head went back, eyes closing, and the leg under Lucian’s ministrations lifted and spread. Hips rolled in anticipation, and the faintest note of surrender floated from Shea’s lips. Lucian didn’t think Shea even noticed the noise, and Lucian shivered with possession.


“Bend your legs, sweet Shea,” Lucian ordered, licking Shea’s balls, and noting the weep of pre-come linking Shea’s cock to belly. “And tell me if you’re prone to coming from rimming?”


Chapter 47